Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nicky, take this thing.
Dad, don't forget my dress from the cleaners, Nick's allergy pills...
...it's not funny.
646 Sycamore. Yes.
He's a scout. The rest of them will be here any minute.
...if the Boorsteins come by, their escrow papers are in my briefcase.
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I picked a name. - You have, however,
Good morning, Russell. - Hi, Gloria.
Did Paul Tate ask you to the dance? - I think he's going to.
That's the equivalent of 3.2 miles.
They'll be fine.
...made up of not only density, but of empty space.
Oh, my God. Look at this.
You guys. Nicky.
Hey, Szalinski.
Shut up, wimp. - We have to get Dad.
Here.
It's construction, honey. You of all people should understand that.
This gizmo's been blowing up fruit. Now, you're not trying it on my kids...
Hiya. - Hi.
Are you sure, honey?
What? - And the Thompson kids too.
Aw, come on.
Okay. But don't be too late. - Okay, thanks.
Quark. Here, boy.
...like my own brother and sister.
Where are you?
Come on, you guys.
Here's Dad. - Thanks.
Oh, uh, hi, Dr. Maynard. - Don't take it too hard, Wayne.
...might be worried about him.
I'm over here. - Then whose arm is this?
...if I sell another house...
Russell...
'Dear Miss Mason:
For a girl. - Of course.
Forget it, Nick.
Thank you, Officer. We'd appreciate you sending somebody by.
There's a big fish out there with your name on it.
...in any given object, we can thereby shrink the object.
Yeah, I hope your face ends up on a milk carton.
Sounds more like a swarm of...
I don't know, but I'm not waitin' around to find out. Move over.
Confidentially...
Up there.
You're wiping away brain cells, and there aren't many to spare.
Right here. - Szalinski.
Run, Nick.
You know what it's like in jail?
Look out. - Nick, the others...
Come on, Ron. We're gonna go with them.
Okay.
THIS guy is a waste of skin
Yeah, so think of what he could do to us.
Listen, Nick, I gotta get
Hey, Szalinski, look at the head.
Come on. We gotta find Ron and your sister.
Come on, you dope. - Hey, nobody has to know.
Amy.
Where you going?
644 Sycamore. That's next door.
Well, like what? - Well, I think you need to sit down.
That should make you happy. - Blow it out your shorts, Ron.
Maybe this is just all a bad dream.
Well, you better get it, Szalinski. - Russ, you're not helping.
Stop it. Whoa.
Nick.
Good morning, Quark.
NOTHIN LIKE A HARD DAYS WORK
We're not gonna make it before dark.
Help. Nicky.
Amy.
Somebody, help me. - Yeah.
Look, either you tell them or I tell them, okay?
He pumps once, pumps twice. Ohh.
Get him. - Nicky, you're gonna get hurt.
I don't believe this.