Father: "Oh, it's like they're having their own little meeting. [to the parents] Who wants desert?"
Baby Boss: "This is so humiliating."

Tim: "Who are you?"
Baby Boss: "I'm on a mission. There's not enough love to go around, my job is to find out why. Now get me a double espresso and see if there's some place around here with decent sushi. I'd kill for a spicy tuna roll. [throwing cash on Tim's face] Get yourself a little something."

Baby Boss: "I can't do this without you, Tim."
Tim: "We do make a pretty good team."
Baby Boss: "No, literally, I can't reach the door knobs."

Baby Boss: "If I don't succeed in this mission I will live here forever with you!"
Tim: "Okay, I will help you. But just to get rid of you."
Baby Boss: "Deal."

Baby Boss: "We babies are having a crisis, babies aren't getting as much love as we used to. Behold our mortal enemy: puppies!"
Other babies [together]: "Ahhhh."
Baby Boss: "No! That's exactly the problem!"

Tim: "Who are you?"
Baby: "Let's just say I'm the boss."
Tim: "Just wait until mom and dad find out about this."
[Baby Boss starts snoring, wakes up again]
Baby: "Powernap! Uhm... you were saying?"

"Your dad says he doesn't trust babysitters. Well, can't say I blame him. I had a babysitter myself once..."