Barbatus: Don't make my mistake, kid. Don't follow orders your whole life. Think for yourself.
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Barbatus: Don't make my mistake, kid. Don't follow orders your whole life. Think for yourself.
Z: Wow, every worker in the colony is here. Hey, wait a minute. That guy owes me money.
Barbatus: Be honest, kid. Am I hurt bad?
Z: Will you calm down? You're not going to let a little near-death experience ruin your mood, are you?
Z: Nothing like a little post-traumatic stress disorder to make your day complete.
Azteca: All we are saying is give Z a chance.
Z: Think about it, Bala. Do you really want to be Mrs. Raving Lunatic?
Princess Bala: Look, What's-Your-Name, climb that tree and tell me where I am.
Bala: Oh, good. Here they come to rescue me... and to kill you.
Z: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
Z: You know, I think there's been a terrible mistake. Truth is, I just came for the speech.
Z: Handling dirt is... ugh... is *not* my idea of a rewarding career.
Z: This is just a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Z: Yes, yes, I understand. I dropped the ball.
Chip: Oh, please, Muffy. Not another crusade.
Z: It seems to be covered by some kind of force field.
Barbatus: Don't make my mistake, kid. Don't follow orders your whole life. Think for yourself.
Z: Wow, every worker in the colony is here. Hey, wait a minute. That guy owes me money.
Barbatus: Be honest, kid. Am I hurt bad?
Z: Will you calm down? You're not going to let a little near-death experience ruin your mood, are you?
Z: Nothing like a little post-traumatic stress disorder to make your day complete.
Azteca: All we are saying is give Z a chance.
Z: Think about it, Bala. Do you really want to be Mrs. Raving Lunatic?
Princess Bala: Look, What's-Your-Name, climb that tree and tell me where I am.
Bala: Oh, good. Here they come to rescue me... and to kill you.
Z: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
Z: You know, I think there's been a terrible mistake. Truth is, I just came for the speech.
Z: Handling dirt is... ugh... is *not* my idea of a rewarding career.
Barbatus: Be honest, kid. Am I hurt bad?
Z: Nothing like a little post-traumatic stress disorder to make your day complete.
Z: You know, I think there's been a terrible mistake. Truth is, I just came for the speech.
Bala: I've been kidnapped by the village idiot. Z: Who's the bigger idiot? The idiot, or the idiot who gets kidnapped by the idiot?
Weaver: What are you bitching about? in case you haven't noticed, we ants are running the show. We're the Lords of the Earth. Z: Hey, don't talk to me about earth, okay, because I just spent all day hauling it around.
Z: All my life, I've lived and worked in the big city, which now that I think of it, is kind of a problem since I always feel uncomfortable around crowds. I mean it, I-I have this fear of enclosed spaces. I-I-I, everything makes me feel trapped all the time. You know, I always tell myself, there's gotta be something better out there, but maybe I think too much. I-I-I think everything must go back to the fact that I had a very anxious childhood. You know, my, my mother never had time for me. You know, when you're - when you're the middle child in a family of five million, you don't get any attention. I mean, how's it possible? And I've always had these, these abandonment issues, which plagued me. My father was basically a drone like I've said, and, you know, the guy flew away when I was just a larva. And my job, don't get me started on, 'cause it really annoys me. I was not cut out to be a worker, I'll tell you right now. I-I-I feel physically inadequate. I, I, my whole life I've never, I've never been able to lift more than ten times my own body weight, and, and when you get down to it, handling dirt is, you know, ewwww, is not my idea of a rewarding career. It's this whole gung-ho super-organism thing that, that, that I - you know, I can't get, I try but I can't get it. I mean, you know what is it, I'm supposed to do everything for the colony, and, and what about my needs? What about me? I mean, I gotta believe there's someplace out there that's better than this! Otherwise, I'll just curl up in a larval position and weep! The whole system makes me feel... insignificant! Psychologist: Excellent. You've made a real breakthrough. Z: I have? Psychologist: Yes, Z. You ARE insignificant.
General Mandible: Let go! Don't you understand? It's for the good of the colony! Z: What are you saying? We are the colony! General Mandible: Cutter, what are you doing? Colonel Cutter: Something I should have done a long time ago. Colonel Cutter: *This* is for the good of the colony, General. General Mandible: You useless, ungrateful maggot! *I* am the colony!
Weaver: Don't you want your aphid beer? Z: Call me crazy, but I have a thing about drinking from the anus of another creature.
Ladybug: This tastes just like crap. Beetle: Really? Let me try some. Hey, it is crap. Not bad.
Bala: Don't you get it? I was slumming it. I chose you because you were the most pathetic little bug in the joint. Z: You know, I was going to let you become a part of my most erotic fantasies, but now you can just write it off.
Z: I guess you prefer old Blood and Guts, huh? His idea of a romantic date is two seats at a public execution. Boy, you sure chose the right husband. Bala: For your information, the general and I are deeply, deeply in... in... engaged.
Bala: Pardon me. I guess you don't recognize me. I've been traveling, and I'm all... schlumpy. I'm Princess Bala. Chip: Oh. Chip: It's worse than I thought. They're Euro-trash.
Z: Why'd I have to be born a worker? You soldiers get all the glory. Plus, you get to go out in the world. You know, you meet interesting insects; you get to kill them. Weaver: Yeah, but you get to spend all day with those beautiful worker girls. Z: Weaver, they're CAREER girls. They're obsessed with digging.
Z: So, these... these termites, they're... they're, they're... these guys aren't going to put up much of a fight, right? I mean, we're talking about pushovers, right? Barbatus: Not really, kid. They're five times our size and spit acid from their foreheads.
Queen: Everyone has their place, Bala. You, the soldiers, the workers... Oh, it's not all that bad being princess, is it? Would you prefer to be carting around dirt all day? Bala: Oh, Mother, don't be so dramatic.
Azteca: What happened to Z? Weaver: He's... taking a personal day, so I'm filling in. Azteca: You fill in any more and you'll explode.
Foreman: Look, I got orders, and those orders say dig. Z: What if someone ordered you to jump off a bridge? You-you... Z: Oh, brother. I'm asking the wrong guy here.
Bala: Z, I've gotta help my Mom. Z: Don't worry, I know almost exactly what I'm doing.
Azteca: Come on, Z. Help us build a bigger, stronger colony, and for crying out loud, try to be happy about it. Z: Sure, why not? Z: Why should I be unhappy being a piece of construction equipment?
Chip: You have such a big heart. That's why you're my little cuddly-widdles. Muffy: Oh, my big, strong pheronome factory. Z: Oh, brother. Suddenly, I just lost my appetite.
Colonel Cutter: I have my orders. Bala: Don't you ever think for yourself, Cutter? Colonel Cutter: Well, that was impressive. Ah, where's Z?
General Mandible: You're an ant after my own heart, an ant who looks death in the face and laughs. Z: Actually, I generally just make belittling comments and snicker behind death's back.
Azteca: Oh, sorry, Z. I didn't see you there. Z: That's great, Azteca. It's working already. I'm so meaningless I'm invisible. Azteca: Now you're getting it. It's not about you. It's about us - the team - *this*. Z: Um... a giant hole in the ground?
General Mandible: I think it's time to debrief the soldier. Z: Please, General! Not on a first date!
Z: Let me ask you something - what made you come to the bar that night? Bala: I guess I was looking for a little trouble. Z: Well, trouble's my middle name. Actually, my middle name is Marion, but I don't want you spreading that around.
Bala: Z's dead. You don't have to worry about him. Colonel Cutter: Dead? Well... he was an ant with ideas. Too bad for him.
