(baby crying)
Babies.
Why'd it have to be babies?
Oh, relax.
He'll cry himself out.
You won't even know he's there.
(baby crying)
(sighs)
Please tell that mother to quiet her baby.
Sometimes moms can’t make their kids be quiet
no matter how much they try.
What're you doing?
Trying to get my ears to pop.
Want a piece of gum?
Is it cinnamon gum?
Yeah.
I have enough problems.
- (baby crying) - Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.
Hi!
GEORGE JR.: Welcome home.
Great. Hey, Mary.
(baby cries)
Look, Mother, more babies.
I cannot wait to sleep in my own bed.
You didn’t tell him on the plane?
- Tell me what? - I thought you were gonna
tell him in the car.
Well, he was grumpy in the car.
How do you think he was on the plane?
- I’ll tell him. - You stay out of this.
Tell me what?
Well, for God’s sake. Me and Georgie
and the baby have been staying in your room.
Oh, that makes sense.
I was out of town, there was a tornado,
you needed a place to live.
So you're okay with it?
Oh, no, I'm home now. Get out.
No.
Well, hang on, we’ll handle this.
You heard her, Sheldon, she doesn’t want to leave.
But it's my room.
Well, and it's my house.
Our house.
Sure.
Why can’t they stay in the garage?
Why can’t you stay in the garage?
I'm neither a car
nor a box of Christmas ornaments.
Sheldon, my grandbaby’s not sleeping in the garage.
Our grandbaby.