Finn: Baby, Jake: Ooo! Finn: I know what you need, Jake: What's that? Finn: You want your little baby socks... for your little baby feet. Jake: Woooo. Finn: Baby, Jake: Yeah? Finn: I know what you crave, Jake: Oh yeah? What's that? Finn: You want to poop your pants all day long, well baby behave!
Jake: Hey, how could you sing like that, dude? Finn: Remember when I swallowed that little computer? Jake: Oh, yeah...
Finn: Baby... you lookin' so good, You lookin' like you might- want some baby food. Jake: Keep it goin', man! Finn: Baby, you lookin' so fine. You lookin' like you might- just start cryin'.
Finn: I gotta tuck you in, girl. I gotta sing you sweet melodies about babies, yeah! Jake: Little baby feet!