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Well, no, sir. Not exactly, sir. There's a couple of big guards at the gate.

You came through again, paI. Best laugh I've had in weeks.

Your puny efforts to put me out of business are a regular riot.

If I want hot air from you, I'll squeeze your head.

- You and what army, shorty? - Shorty?

I'll start with this drumstick.

I'm sorry, officer. Did I do something wrong?

- Can I help you with some turkey, dear? - No, I'm big enough to feed myself.

A 6-inch-high employee?

Okay, let's see your driver's license.

Hey, what the...?!

Why do I let Mr. Spacely get me into these fixes?

Now, listen, you guys. No one under 12 inches high is to pass through this gate.

Oh, boy. He doesn't have much trouble getting his point across.

They'll keep this up for a couple hours or so.

Now, quiet, Spacely. I'm driving.

After a century of brilliant scientific progress...

Oh, boy. I think I finally lost him.

If I never see another Cogswell cog, it will be too soon.

I'll believe it when I see it.

...you'd think someone would invent a decent fly swatter!

My favorite dish: Jetson under glass.

...it's time to retire to that chicken ranch I have up on that asteroid.