Now, allow me to ask a question - why are most American baby boys automatically circumcised? I'd be pretty pissed off if someone cut off my foreskin when I was too young to have a say in the matter.
Over a very tense first meal Mrs Focker whips out her scrapbook of Gaylord's childhood. She comes to a picture of a rabbi holding a baby and starts describing Gaylord's bris.
Then a little ring of something falls out of the scrapbook and she exclaims, "That's his foreskin!" Gaylord tries to catch it, but accidentally swats it: it flies up and hits the patio bug-zapper with a purple flash, then falls into the simmering fondue that the family was eating.
