:05:04
Mr. Whiteman, what
a nice new "humpsuit."
:05:06
Carmen, limpie las ... Oh,
how do you say "candelabras"?
Candela-baras?
:05:09
Candelabros.
:05:11
Barbara, for crying out loud,
she speaks very good English.
:05:14
I know that, but the next time
we go to Mexico, I intend to be
prepared for any emergen-cia.
:05:17
... Emergencia.
... Emer-gencia.
:05:18
... Where's Jenny?
... She's asleep.
:05:20
Vaya al "marcardo."
:05:22
... Mercado.
... Merca-do.
:05:23
Family, scene one,
take one.
:05:25
Pr eparing the feast,
my father, Dave Whiteman ...
:05:27
Get out of here, Max.
:05:28
How do you think
Steven Spielberg got started?
:05:30
How do you feel
this Thanksgiving?
:05:32
How do I feel?
I'll tell you how I feel.
:05:34
I feel like my son should stop
acting ridiculous on this day
:05:37
when we should all be giving
thanks for our blessings.
:05:39
And guilty.
:05:41
Yeah, we should all be feeling
a little guilty.
:05:43
People are starving
in the world.
:05:44
Guilt is useless.
:05:45
Your swami tell you that?
:05:47
My yogi, Ranbir.
:05:50
I thought this
was a holiday.
:05:51
It's the caterer
with the turkey.
:05:53
Arrival of the bird.
:05:55
Carmen, la "porta,"
por favor.
:05:56
Why doesn't he use
the service entrance?
:05:58
Sal, why don't you ...
:06:00
Carmen, I f orgot.
:06:01
Come on, come on,
let's go.
:06:03
Ah, the sister, the princess,
back home from Sarah Lawrence.
:06:06
Morning!
:06:08
I'm going to the beach,
okay?
:06:09
If Stacey calls, tell her
that I left alr eady.
:06:10
No breakfast?
:06:12
I'll get something
down there.
:06:14
Bye, dad.
:06:15
Goodbye, Max.
:06:19
All I seem to do
is wave to her.
:06:22
For years, she's been nothing
but a blur with a nice smell.
:06:25
Al, Al, Al ...
is the bird big enough?
:06:27
My f ather loves white meat.
:06:29
Your bird's bigger
than Mel Brooks' bird,
:06:31
and he's got
15 people coming, Mr. W.
:06:33
Is he nice ...
Mel Brooks?
:06:34
Very sweet man.
:06:38
Get the door!
:06:39
Come on, get the door!
Let's go!
:06:41
This dog is crazy!
:06:47
Come on, Kerouac,
let Jerry sleep.