Gru: hey, I told you guys to get to bed!

Girls: oh, sorry. So, when are you going on your date?

Gru: what?

Girls: remember? Ms. Jillian said she was arranging a date for you.

Gru: yeah, well, she is a nutjob, and I’m not going on any date.

Girls: why not? Are you scared?

Gru: (memory goes) scared? Of what? Women? No! that’s bonkers /ˈbɒŋkərz/! I just, I have no interest in going on a date, that’s all. Case closed! I’m not scared, of women, or dates. Let’s go to bed. Goodnight, Edith. Goodnight Margo. Whoa whoa whoa whoa, hold the hourses, who are you texting?

Girls: no one. Just my friend Avery.

Gru: Avery…eh? Avery? Is that a girl’s name of a boy’s name?

Girls: does it matter?

Gru: no, no. it doesn't matter, unless it's a boy.

Girls: I know what makes you a boy.

Gru: uhh, you do?

Girl: your bald head.

Gru: oh yes.

Girl: it's really smooth. Sometimes I stare at it, and imagine a little chick popping out. Peep peep peep!

Gru: goodnight Agnes. Never get older.