Honey, I Shrunk the Kids Page #3

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He pumps once, pumps twice. Ohh!

He's never been good

on the high outside pitch.

Here it comes. Fastball.

His bread and butter.

Grand...

slam.

Hey, hey, I didn't do it.

- Come on, you dope.

- Hey, nobody has to know.

Nobody saw it but you.

Let's negotiate this.

I'm your brother, Russ.

You're not supposed to fink

on your own brother!

Turn me in, and I'll tell all that

you spend your allowance on... Uuh!

Come on, Russ!

Look, either you tell them

or I tell them, okay?

Okay. You tell 'em.

- Aren't you in the wrong yard?

- Listen, nerd face...

- Tell them.

- What's going on?

- Hi. Um...

l-I'm Russ Thompson

from next door, uh...

Um...

Uh, my brother has something to

tell you, or else I could tell her.

Okay! See, I was playing

with my ball, right?

Well... Well, actually,

it's not my ball exactly.

- It's Charlie Sudzen's.

- Just tell her what you did.

It never would've happened

if their house wasn't so close!

- He hit a baseball

through your attic window.

- He what?

It shouldn't have been closed

in the first place. It's a nice day!

- We'll get it fixed, okay? We'll take

it out of his allowance, all right?

- My allowance? Dream on.

Okay, we'll just have

Dad pay for it, huh?

We'll take it out of my allowance.

Gimme my ball back.

Until you pay,

no man shall pass.

- You got nothin' to say

about it, space boy!

- Cool it!

Nick, take him upstairs and get him

his ball. And clean up the mess.

- What?

- Do it, Nick. I don't

have time to mess around.

Come on. This is what's wrong with

the American system of justice.

So, y... You like to dance, huh?

- How do you know?

- Well...

- You could see me?

- No.

Uh, no, l... Yeah, I could.

But I wasn't watching you. L...

Awesome.

So your Dad's still in contact

with his home planet.

And given that my machine can

substantially reduce...

the size of bulky payloads

and fuel supplies...

the savings to the space program

would be staggering.

Mr. Szalinski, are you

trying to tell me that...

suddenly size is

no longer relative?

Well, that's right, Professor

Frederickson, that all matter is...

made up of not only density,

but of empty space.

And if we can proportionally reduce

the amount of empty space...

in any given object, we can

thereby shrink the object.

Uh-huh. Where's your proof?

When Einstein came up with

the atomic bomb, did they ask

him to prove that it worked?

You, Mr. Szalinski,

are hardly Einstein.

- I picked a name.

- You have, however,

managed to shrink one thing...

the size of this audience.

Gentlemen, ladies, I don't know

about you, but I'm going to lunch.

Wayne. Wayne.

- Oh, uh, hi, Dr. Maynard.

- Don't take it too hard, Wayne.

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