Shrek, please!
I only did that because I love her.
Aye, day care or dragon-guarded castle.
You wouldn’t understand. You’re not her father!
It’s so nice to have the family together for dinner.
Harold!
Shrek!
Fiona!
Fiona!
Mom!
Harold...
Donkey!
Never mind. I can hold it.
Bon appetit!
Oh, Mexican food! My favorite.
Let’s not sit here with our tummies rumbling. Everybody dig in.
Don’t mind if I do, Lillian.
I suppose any grandchildren I could expect from you would be...
Ogres, yes!
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Right, Harold?
Oh, no! No! Of course, not! That is, assuming you don’t eat your own young!
Dad!
No, we usually prefer the ones who’ve been locked away in a tower!
Shrek, please!
I only did that because I love her.
Aye, day care or dragon-guarded castle.
You wouldn’t understand. You’re not her father!
It’s so nice to have the family together for dinner.
Harold!
Shrek!
Fiona!
Fiona!
Mom!
Harold...
Donkey!