Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm never goin' back to your house. I'm goin' home.

Eat it, Dad, before it gets cold.

...to ask me if I had a date to the dance.

I'm too little to breathe it in.

Right, Gloria. - Don, uh, something's come up.

DIAGIO, give it a rest. It's earnings day!

...and then I'll be home this afternoon and we'll talk.

Guys, quick. Over here. - Where?

Listen. - Are you guys home?

Nick, it's one of your cookies.

POV: When i hear SERVYO chef is at door!!

Now get moving.

Stop. Sit. Sit, boy.

...with little Russ Thompson.

Good luck today. - Thanks. Bye, honey.

Dad. - I think he just misses the kids.

Okay. You have a good weekend.

You have a little spat with the kids... - Whoa. We did not have a spat.

Ron, get up. - You're just a nightmare.

Russell, there's a few things about yourself I think you should know.

Hey, Dad, wanna go play some baseball?

Right, her and me both.

Go on. Go home. Mom will never let me keep you.

Okay, Ron. Maybe you're right.

Ron, be careful.

Ah, don't worry about them. They got the Thompson kids with them.

I was right, wasn't I? It was the ball, wasn't it?

Run, Nicky. Keep up.

Typing with his gloves on again.

I thought you didn't believe him.

Nick, don't you ever pick up your toys?

Hold it, Szalinski.

Come on. Come on.

Wait. Uh, uh, flapping.

and it'd look like a river to us.

The point is, Coach put me on these babies.

Until you pay, no man shall pass.

Quark, what's gotten into you?

The whole Szalinski family's gonna be in jail for life.

Your dad doesn't understand anything.

I think we should have them over more often.

...until you try it on something living.

He looks hurt. - No.

Yeah, I know, Nick.

Help. Somebody.

But he can't hurt us. He's just a baby.

Cheers. - Though I think we're going to be...

No, he's gonna be okay.

until the machine shrunk it.