Jake: The cake was blue.
Roger Peralta: You're having a boy. It's the curse.
Jake: No. No, no, no, there's no curse. Look, we can still fix this. All we have to do is clean every inch of this room, and then bake a gourmet cake.
Roger Peralta: No one can do all that in two hours.
Jake: Wrong, Dad. There is one who can.
[later, Boyle arrives at the apartment wearing sunglasses and holding two whisks]
Charles: Hello, fellas. Let's get to work.