Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Listen. - Are you guys home?

Okay, Ron. Maybe you're right.

Nick, it's one of your cookies.

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

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

...with little Russ Thompson.

Wait. Uh, uh, flapping.

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

Yeah, I know, Nick.

He looks hurt. - No.

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

Good luck today. - Thanks. Bye, honey.

Eat it, Dad, before it gets cold.

Now get moving.

until the machine shrunk it.

Hey, Dad, wanna go play some baseball?

Dad. - I think he just misses the kids.

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

Stop. Sit. Sit, boy.

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

Quark, what's gotten into you?

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

No, he's gonna be okay.

I think we should have them over more often.

I thought you didn't believe him.

Hold it, Szalinski.

The point is, Coach put me on these babies.

...until you try it on something living.

Your dad doesn't understand anything.

Guys, quick. Over here. - Where?

Until you pay, no man shall pass.

Right, her and me both.

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

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

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

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

Ron, be careful.

and it'd look like a river to us.

Come on. Come on.

I'm too little to breathe it in.

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

Okay. You have a good weekend.

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

Run, Nicky. Keep up.

Help. Somebody.

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

Typing with his gloves on again.