Honey, We Shrunk Ourselves Page #2

waiting for you right downstairs.

Eat all you want,

and thanks for coming.

And don't forget,

at Szalinski Labs...

the future is...

now.

Glad I can breathe again. Nothing like

the smell of two-part epoxy resin.

- Whoo.

- Must be an acquired taste.

- Hi, Marcia. Hi, Trouser.

- Say hi, Trouser.

- Hello. Hello.

- Hello?

Turns out that's

what "woof" means.

Feed me. Feed me.

That looks promising.

- How's Project Green Lantern coming?

- Just okay.

I've run into some problems, but if

you give me just a little more time...

I think I can solve 'em, maybe.

All right. Well,

let's see what you got.

Of course, the goal of Project Green

Lantern was to decrease accidents...

to highway workers at night by

increasing their visibility...

through the use

of internal fluorescence.

Now, already we've made tremendous

strides in the areas of luminescence.

Put away the snowblower, Gordon.

What's the problem?

See for yourself.

Cheers.

- It's not workin'. It's supposed to make

my body glow. - Mm-hmm. Open your shirt.

- Oh, Jimmy. Is that my stomach?

- Yeah. And here's mine.

The problem is, the liquid just stays

in your gut. I don't know what to do.

Well, obviously it's not getting

absorbed into the bloodstream.

Have you tried going

through the calcium channel?

- The calcium channel?

- Yeah, mix it with milk. That'll make it work.

- It's obvious.

- Hey, I'm not without ideas.

I was gonna suggest making the

highway workers wear tube tops.

I'm sorry. I didn't know

that you were, um, working.

- What is it, Trina?

- Oh. Um, Earl Parmen called...

to say that he has two VIP passes for

the shuttle touchdown late tonight...

at Edwards Air Force Base.

- Do you want them?

- Do we want them?

Oh, oh. Wait. Wait. Isn't there something

we're supposed to be doing this weekend?

Not that I can remember.

I just gotta call Diane.

Forty dollars should be

enough for pizza.

Now, what else?

Who took the handset?

Who took the handset?

The handset.

- Hi, you have reached the Szalinski's.

- Machine.

Please leave a message or fax

or a binary file after the beep.

Guess what? Change of plans. Gordon and I just

got invited to see the space shuttle land tonight.

- So if it's okay, we're gonna take off.

- No, Wayne, it is not okay.

Patty and I are going on vacation.

I must have told you this 15 times.

- Don't you remember?

- Sure, I remembered. Then I forgot.

Well, listen to me now, Wayne,

and listen good.

I am going on this vacation,

and nothing...

and no one can stop me!

You do need a vacation.

I'm sorry we're late.

I had to find Mitch's medicine.

- You got everything now?

- I hope so. - All set?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes