Nick: I'm on a special diet. No toxic waste.

Russ Sr.: The early worm catches the fish, Russell. Remember that.

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: 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.