- Mr. Myman: [trying to keep Fran and Baby in showbusiness] You could have your own show, talk about anything you want, cooking, household cleaning... how you raise everybody's favorite baby.
- Baby: Mama?
- Fran Sinclair: Hmm?
- Baby: WHERE'S MY LIMO?
- Fran Sinclair: [to Mr. Myman] You want to know how I'm going to raise my baby? Well it is NOT going to be on some movie lot surrounded by a bunch of manipulative, two faced cellular phonies. He's going to be raised here by a family that loves him and knows what's best for him.
- Mr. Myman: I see,
- [to Baby]
- Mr. Myman: Your mama's trying to flush your career down the toilet. We're not going to let her get away with that, are we?
- Baby: [looks at Fran and back to Myman] Yes!
- [hits Myman with a frying pan]
- Grown Baby: [Fran's premonition, on a talk show] I wanted to quit, but she kept pushing me! She couldn't get enough! She! She! SHE!
- Sally: You mean... your mother?
- Grown Baby: Yeah, my mother. She was there when I was hot. But where was she when I didn't get arrested, Sal? Where was she when I DID get arrested?
- Sally: [after a video on the talk show shows Baby's arrest] Tragic. And I understand you wrote a book about your life.
- Grown Baby: Yeah, I wrote it when I was doing a nickel in the slammer. I call it...
- [takes out his autobiography]
- Grown Baby: 'I Blame You, Mommy!' I BLAME YOU! YOU! YOU!
- [Fran's premonition ends]
- Fran Sinclair: [in horror] Oh, what have I done! My poor baby!
- Mr. Myman: [opens the brief case] And here it is! Our research boys just came up with it, The P-2000. The dawn of a new pan age.
- [Earl groans]
- Mr. Myman: Go ahead, little fella, give it a whack.
- Earl Sinclair: Get the ice pack, Fran.
- Baby: Come on. Closer.
- [Earl whimpers]
- Baby: Not... the... mama!
- [Baby hits Earl with the P-2000]
- Fran Sinclair: [Earl falls down] I can't believe it! It didn't break!
- Baby: This pan is pretty good.