Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just always thought you were too popular to notice me.
Amy?
I'm scared.
Nick, what happened? - We're all the size of boogers.
...the savings to the space programme would be staggering.
Positive.
Nicky. Get out of there.
Dad. Dad, wait. Dad.
What do you... What do you mean you don't think you're gonna be able to make it?
Where's my couch?
...the size of bulky payloads and fuel supplies...
Nick said I could cut it... - When did you see Nick?
You know me. I'll always listen.
If... If we... If we had some logs.
Yeah, I never thought of it that way, you know.
Oh, I can't. I've got to hang around a while and keep an eye on Nick.
If you were my brother, I'd put myself up for adoption.
Poor little pigeon is lost in a trash can.
Nicky.
Dad can fix us, right, Nick?
The early worm catches the fish, Russell.
Wait a second.
...since I left this morning.
Mud is still mud, no matter how small you are.
Wow. With that?
All right, so there's some doll furniture. Big deal.
Diane, I got something real important to tell you.
...and if you did do something to my kids, there's gonna be pieces of you...
Hey, Szalinski, ever do anything normal, like play baseball?
Right.
Uh, my brother has something to tell you, or else I could tell her.
Cheers.
When you finally get a turn with the lawn mower
Oh, okay, it's 646...
Please, shrink.
Amy. - Russ.
At this rate, we'll be home by dinner.
Amy, don't let go.
Uh, we're the Boorsteins.
Whoa, my kids did not run away.
Szalinski, don't do it. - No. Mr. Szalinski.
What a wimp. - Been looking for that guy.
What about the conference? - Meow.
Just one ant. - When is the last time...
Dear MBF stay off the grass
Wayne? - Yeah?
What a witch.
He's says they're jumpin' in the boat.
Oh, I don't.
Giant blades of grass.
Wait a minute. It's our cookie. I say we fight for it.
Down here. - Help.
It just chased Quark away. - It's Russ' stupid cat.
Oh, we got cake for dessert? - Yeah.
Get off of the grass. Get off of the grass.
I could eat a corn dog the size of a truck.
Here's the pitch. Oh, he's swinging like a rusty gate.
I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. This sort of thing happens all the time.
why don't you go out and...
Hey. Hello.
The baseball.
Quiet. To him, we're the bugs.
Ants can lift 50 times their weight. - 50 times?
I don't know.
Meat loaf.