Well if I'm asking for it, why don't you give me 2? Come on, give me a poke!

Tom Baker:

[Getting tickets]
One please. Tom Baker:
[Goes inside the theater and runs into Jimmy]
What are you doing here? Jimmy Murtaugh:
Well, if you must know, I'm still here to make sure this movie is appropriate for our children. Tom Baker:
It's rated G. Theatre Patron:
[to Tom]
Shh. Old Lay in Theater:
Shh. Kid in Theater:
[to Tom]
Sir, could you please sit down? Tom Baker:
[Whispers]
Yeah. Jimmy Murtaugh:
What are you doing here so early? Tom Baker:
Father of the daughter always arrives early for pickup duty, everybody knows that. Security Guard:
[Waves his flashlight at Tom and Jimmy]
Excuse me... . is there a problem here? Jimmy Murtaugh:
Yes, this man's harassing me. Tom Baker:
This man's guilty of overparenting. Security Guard:
If you 2 can't keep it down, I'm gonna throw both of you out. Jimmy Murtaugh:
[He and Tom both see Sarah and Eliot down through the balcony and attempt to be nosy]
What, he's stretching. Tom Baker:
He's doing the move. Jimmy Murtaugh:
What move? Tom Baker:
[Scoots Jimmy back]
You sit in the theater. You fake a yaaaaawn... . oh boy, am I tired? Hand comes over. Then a little while later, head comes over giving an extra reach there, right? Theatre Patron:
[Grinning as she sees Tom and Jimmy]
Mom, look... .. those 2 down there. Tom Baker:
See what I mean? Old Lay in Theater:
Oh, sweet Jesus. Security Guard:
[Waves flashlight again at them]
Warning number 2. Jimmy Murtaugh:
He was showing me the move. Do you mind? Tom Baker:
[Places his hand off Jimmy's shoulder]
You don't know the move? Jimmy Murtaugh:
No, I don't know the move! I wasn't a hormone crazed romeo when I was a kid! I am self-control, I am social sophistication! Old Lay in Theater:
Psst... be quiet down there! Tom Baker:
Your son has raging hormones like every other male teenager. Jimmy Murtaugh:
Meaning what? Tom Baker:
Meaning on a sophistication scale, that's 1 step above ape. Jimmy Murtaugh:
Are you calling my son an ape? Tom Baker:
He's an ape like every other male teenager. Jimmy Murtaugh:
Take it back! Take it! Take it back. Tom Baker:
Were you gonna poke me? Jimmy Murtaugh:
Because you were asking for it! Tom Baker:
[He and Jimmy stand up, blocking the theater screen. Everybody furiously tells them to sit down]
Well if I'm asking for it, why don't you give me 2? Come on, give me a poke!