Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, David, this will be your room for a while, What do you think?
It's OK. We'll just take a look around ourselves.
Hmm
Me? I'm not the one with the purple hair.
Well, if that was a third-class maneuver, what's a first-class?
- I take it back. We're equal, OK? - Equal? You called me a geek!
What?
- Scuzz-bucket...
Jeff! David's on the phone!
to the exact moment and place I collected them.
- He'll grow out of it, - If he lives that long.
Oh, where have you been, young man? Come on.
- Where are you? - Florida somewhere. I want to come home,
Ask Enyata Anything
On this planet, I chose you.
- What else could possibly go wrong? - Sir, it's the kid's father.
What are you doing here anyway?
Jeez, I have no idea where we are. Gotta get directions.
Hi, there.
- Nothing. No sign of them at all. - That's wonderful.
Be right back.
What are you doing?
Tell them what's going on. They're in Information.
- Were those geeks, David? - Yes, Max. Those were geeks.
Excuse me.
What's in here?
You are such a liar. I'm taking over.
Who are you? What's happening?
I don't care if it's a matter of national security, If David says no, then that's it.
- Sounds like you're the inferior species. - I'll show you who's inferior. Heads up!
- Yeah, but can you fix this seat? - Compliance.
Where do you go next, Max?
That dumb dog will never learn to catch a Frisbee.
...Americans out there who need and want to lose weight.
They told you that you're going home tomorrow?
Navigator, I detect alien life forms approaching.
Dork.
Thyroid hormones suggest that a great many factors could influence one of...
- RALF? - Mm-hm.
Mom...have I really been gone eight years?
and take them to their homes, just as if they never left.
Faraday. Can you pinpoint the location a little more precisely? It's rather general.
Sir, tracking says they're on their way up the Florida coastline.
It was fun for me, too, David.
So you need me and my inferior brain to fly that thing?
There he is.
Maybe you're right.
- Yeah? - Yeah!
What is it, Bruiser?
Yeah, all right,
See, Bruiser?
- Jeff...
By now they're so hungry, they could eat a zigzog.
- Yes, I do, dear, - Thank you,
Damn! How did that kid get outside?
I guess I thought maybe I'd be able to use it.
Uh, the locks are there for David's protection.
- Somebody shoot 'em down? - I have no idea.
All I need is 48 hours.
OK, Bye-bye, Bill.
Mom!