Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not with my babies out here all alone.
Dad.
No.
No.
I-I'm Russ Thompson from next door, uh...
Reminds me of the backyard.
A what? - Earthworm. They're dormant...
What's 'Uh-huh' supposed to mean? - Russell.
This is the burrow of a Lumbricus terrestris.
Oh, don't worry, honey. I'll get 'em out.
Nick? - Are you there, kids?
That guy's Got serious problems
There... I see nothing wrong with wanting to take my son fishing.
I wonder what's for dinner, right, Russ?
Nick.
Uh, no, I... Yeah, I could. But I wasn't watching you. I...
Diane.
Tommy, stop the lawn mower. - Tommy.
And you're coming fishing with the family. Is that clear?
Come on, honey.
Your sister's not bad. - Nicky.
She's all right.
It works.
Don.
Don't eat so fast. Hey, that's my hand.
Can't imagine, dear. - What do you mean you can't imagine?
Nice ant. Come on, you guys.
We'll make it, Nick.
What are you saying, Nick?
...having leftovers for a while.
Good night, Russ.
And if we can proportionally reduce the amount of empty space...
No, no, no, no. - Oh, no. No, no.
...this time of year.
When was the last time… you saw just one ant
Get out of there.
Dad. - Mr. Szalinski.
if you guys are hiding up here...
Look, I finished mine. Looks just like yours, huh?
They take it okay? - Mae.
Nobody saw it but you.
Nick.
Mm-hmm.
How 'bout the truth? - Mae, what kind of an excuse is that?
Be quiet, Quark.
Mm-hmm.
Get off the grass.
9 story stomach growl
Oh, Wayne. - I failed, Diane.
Antie. - There.
My dad's machine works.
...the football team yesterday.
Tommy. - Tommy.
I know.
Please don't die.
He needs something. When I was his age, I was capt...
Please, please, shrink.
No, Dad. Dad.