Bob Banks: What is that smell? Jack Byrnes: That smell, Bob, is our shit. Focker flushed the toilet in the den so the septic tank overflowed. Greg Focker: I told you, Jack, it wasn't me, it was Jinx. Jack Byrnes: FOCKER, I'm not gonna tell you again. Jinx cannot flush the toilet. He's a cat for Christ sakes! Larry: The animal doesn't even have thumbs, Focker.