Honey, I Shrunk the Kids Page #2

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Uh, but I have to go

and meet Newt right now.

Uh, could I do it later?

- I don't think so, because, you know,

my Dad's gonna come home and...

- Aw, come on.

- Okay. But don't be too late.

- Okay, thanks.

- No problem.

- See you later!

Nothin' like a hard day's work.

French fries.

Tater Sticks.

Meat loaf.

Veal "parmedjian."

Hey, Dad, wanna go

play some baseball?

Hmm, baseball.

No. I gotta load the camper, Ron.

I'm busy.

Hey, Russ, pitch for me.

Hey, Szalinski, ever do anything normal,

like play baseball?

Nope.

- Baseball's for mortals.

- Maybe you could be the base.

- Maybe you could be the mound.

- Ronald!

Lug your stuff.

Later, worm.

Russell, gimme a hand here.

Russell! Gimme a hand here.

Dad, it's early.

The early worm catches

the fish, Russell.

Remember that.

The Forresters are coming by after

lunch, so come on! Quick march!

Something here between us

is something that I can't resist

Aphysical attraction

Feel it every time we kiss

Weird family.

Oh, you got me so excited

Still it's not enough

I'm gonna try to fight it

till I know if this is love

Turn it up

- Yeah!

- Turn it up, ooh hoo

I love to hear

Russell...

I know it seems strange

when you look at me today...

but when I was your age,

I was not much bigger than you.

- I know, Dad. You've told me

about a million times.

- All right. Just hear me out.

The point is,

Coach put me on these babies.

Know what happened? I put on 20 pounds

of pure, unadulterated...

blitz-the-quarterback

and rip-his-head-off muscle, Russell.

Now, I'll make you a little bet.

If you work out for three months...

you will be throwing farther,

you will be running faster...

and you will be hitting harder

than anybody else on that team.

Go on. Try it. Go ahead.

Um, Dad, you... you know that

weights aren't my thing.

Fishing isn't your thing.

Weights aren't your thing.

Just what is your thing?

I don't know, but I'll

keep you posted, okay?

Fine. Until you do,

you're trying these.

And you're coming fishing

with the family. Is that clear?

I can't hear you!

Yes, sir.

Better.

Now, uh, lift with your legs,

not with your back.

What am I doing wrong, Spike?

Russell, you're not smoking

a cigarette, are you?

No, dear.

You know I've given that up.

- Your stuff all loaded?

- Ready to fire.

- Got the best spot on the lake.

You looking forward to it?

- Tubular!

He's only 12, and he's already

thinking about construction.

- Why can't Russell be more like that?

- Oh, honey, just give him a chance.

Ron Thompson at the plate. Bottom of

the ninth. It's a clutch situation.

Here's the pitch.

Oh, he's swinging like a rusty gate.

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