you don't wanna
go check to see if they left the money?
Oh, that's a good idea.
We get the living hell
tore out of us by a baby!
Three fully grown men versus
15 pounds of pink flesh with a mouth.
What chance have we got of strolling into
that alley and coming out with anything less
- than 140 years in prison?
- No way.
No, thank you!
This is a hexed situation.
We walk away while we're still ahead.
We took a lickin' and kept on tickin'.
We'll go back to banks.
Dealing with grownups.
I don't want no kiddy stuff.
- We did all right with banks.
- Or a convenience store once in a while.
You know, one thing I learned from all this:
I ain't never gonna have any kids of my own.
Yeah, seeing as you burnt down the only tree
in your forest, I wouldn't worry about it.
Why don't you shut up?
I don't wanna ever hear another word
about that rotten, snake-bit baby.
I'm serious!
I'm hearing that little vermin in my thoughts.
I wanna erase him from my mind.
Did you hear that?
- Yeah.
- You know what it sounds like?
He's back.
You dirty, no-good little stool pigeon!
You're surrounded. Throw down the boo-boo.
And put your hands over your heads.
This is the end of the story.
Good night, sweetheart.
Good night, Bink.
Did I tell you? The baby's
having his picture taken tomorrow.
- Say hello to old Willy.
- I will.[Baby]
Boo Boo.
[Sigh]
Couldn't we read another book?
We've read this one
a hundred times.
Please?
Nanny Gilbertine is so tired
of the Boo Boo book
she could just gag.
Boo Boo.
All right.
All right.
Boo Boo.
"One fine and sunny day,
"Baby Boo's nanny Henrietta said,
"'Baby Boo,
"'today you shall go
on a wonderful adventure.
"'You will see
the many sights
"of the big city.'
"After a lovely breakfast,
"they walked down the lane
to the corner
"where they boarded
a big blue bus.
"They were on their way
to the big city.
"Baby Boo felt
very grown-up indeed,
"for this was his first trip
away from mother and father."
Did I tell you?
Baby's having his picture
taken this morning.
Say hello to old Willy for me.
Old Willy isn't doing it.
I've hired
Downtown Baby Photographers.
Old Willy's been photographing
Cotwell babies
since the Great Depression.
Old Willy hasn't had a picture
in the paper in over 20 years.
Everyone we know has had
their baby's picture in the paper.
Baby Bink's almost 1 year old
and virtually unknown.
I can't count the number
of times I've been asked
why we're keeping
our baby a secret.
You're right.
The only way to quiet
that kind of talk
is to have our
small-minded friends
open up their newspapers
and see a photograph
of the prettiest baby in the city.
Get out!
Get out!
Come on, let's go!
I said, move it!
Get up there!
Get over there!
Let's go!
Get moving!
Off with the fuzzy sweaters.
Nice and slow.
Ed, does it matter
who wears pink or blue?
No!
Cotwell...
Cotwell.
Where is that little--
Ahh.
Dinner with the Westphals tonight.
Be gorgeous.
Don't forget your
breathing exercises
Dr. Phillips suggested
to reduce stress.
I have breathing
scheduled at 1 1 :00.
Peggy's been reminding me
for a week.
Have a wonderful day.
Bing.
What did you forget?
Oh. My pen.
Thank you, Andrews.
What else?
Darling, you know how I hate
games in the morning.
Oh! Of course.
Goodness gracious.
How could I forget?
Don't you get--
Don't you get
into any mischief
while Da-Da's gone.
Won't it be exciting
when he understands
all the wonderful
things we say to him?
Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
Whoa. Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
He can't look too butch,
but not too feminine.
He has to look angelic,
like a little prince.
That would suggest blue.
Blue? That'll look like
we're trying to match his eyes.
Isn't that too obvious?
I see lots of babies
with blue eyes and blue outfits.
What kind of babies?
Rich babies?
Pretty babies?
Regular babies?
Important babies?
Regular