Tim: The people of Long Island do not know how to make an iced tea.
[at a conference with other babies]
Boss Baby: Put... that... cookie... down! Cookies are for closers!
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! Doody!
Tim: You can't be fired from your own family. Can you?
Dad: Meet your new baby brother
Captain Ross: [Making an announcement] Ladies and gentlemen, and those in coach, please fasten your seat belts. We're about to take off.
Adult Tim: [Opening lines]
Adult Tim: [Young Tim rustles through leaves in an imaginary jungle scene] Survival of the fittest. It's the law of the jungle. There's always someone trying to take what's yours.
[a comical blue gorilla sniffs and lantern and throws it, followed by a growl]
Adult Tim: And how do I know?
[Jumps down onto the jungle floor and screen freezes when Tim gets up]
Adult Tim: It almost happened to me.