[at a conference with other babies]
Boss Baby: Put... that... cookie... down! Cookies are for closers!
Tim: Long Island doesn't know how to make an iced tea.
Tim: You can talk!
Boss Baby: Ah, goo goo ga ga.
Tim: No, you can really talk!
Boss Baby: Fine! I can talk. Now let's see if you can listen. Give me a double espresso and find a place around here with good sushi, I KILL for a spicy tuna roll right about now.
[gives Tim some money]
Boss Baby: Get yourself a little somethin'.
Boss Baby: Fart poop doodie!