Board Thread:Games Tent/@comment-31322722-20180415200117/@comment-31322722-20180415210707

Mrs. Banks: No. No way you're getting him, Ethan.

Mr. Banks: You just want him because I want him.

Mrs. Banks: Well, I'm not letting you have him.

Mr. Banks: Forget it, Phoebe, Hank is coming with me.

Attorney: Whoa, hey, excuse me guys, I'm getting confused here. Who's Hank?

Mr. Banks: Hank Aaron. The Braves? His 1954 rookie card.

Robert: A baseball card? That's what this gets down to is a baseball card?

Mr. Banks: You never loved Hank like I did!

Mrs. Banks: You never loved me like you love Hank!

Mr. Banks: What did I ever do to make you...

Sam: Excuse me?

Robert: Yes!

Sam: It's time...

Mrs. Banks: Why don't you ask yourself what you didn't do, it's a much longer list!

Robert: Excuse me...excuse me...

Mr. Banks: Well, what would you do if you couldn't blame everything on me!?

Robert: Can we do this tomorrow at 9 o'clock in the morning?


 * indistinctive dialogue between the couple*

Attorney: 9 o'clock sounds good.

Robert: Okay, great, I'll see you then. Okay Phoebe, I'll see you in the morning, okay?

Mrs. Banks: (not focused on Robert) Oh, you're just afraid I don't NEED you!