Orson: Booker will never chase another worm again.
Booker: (sings) The worm, the worm I like the worm, though it may not come naturally, it's so real to see that this worm especially, gets a (rolls up the worm and kicks him) big kick out of me! Crawl worm!
Wade: Well it was nice while it lasted.
(after Roy pumps up Wade's inner tube to be really big)Wade: I have shrunk down tiny!
Orson: Stop that, Wade, you're the same size as I am.
Wade: You shrunk too, Orson? Oh no! And look! The farm's my size too, and the trees, and your friend here too! We've all shrunk-ed!