HONEY, I SHRUNK THE KIDS

Nick: I'm on a special diet. No toxic waste. Amy: I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto. Nick: I don't think we're in the food chain anymore, Dorothy. Nick: We're now a quarter of an inch tall, and sixty four feet from the house. That's an equivalent of three-point-two miles. That's a long way. Even for a man of science. Nick: When we crashed, my entire life flashed before my eyes. It didn't take too long. Nick: We could be anywhere now. Russ: I think we're still in your yard. Nick: How do you know? Russ: Any other yard the grass would be shorter. Nick: Where'd you learn artificial respiration? Russ: French class, kid. Big Russ Thompson: The early worm catches the fish, Russell. Remember that. Russell 'Russ' Thompson, Jr.: Something tells me we're not going fishing this weekend. Ronald 'Ron' Thompson: That should make you happy. Russell 'Russ' Thompson, Jr.: Blow it out your shorts, Ron! Amy Szalinski: If you were my brother, I'd put myself up for adoption. Ronald 'Ron' Thompson: Yeah? I hope your face ends up on a milk carton. Mae Thompson: How did this happen? Russell 'Russ' Thompson, Sr.: Let me handle this. How did this happen? Russell 'Russ' Thompson, Sr.: When I was your age, I put on twenty pounds of pure unadulterated blitz-the-quaterback-and-rip-his-head-off muscle, Russell! ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~