Z: Wow, the whole colony is here. Hey, that guy owes me money!
Ladybug: This tastes like crap.
Beetle: Really? Let me try. Hey, it is crap! Not bad.
Bala: Excuse me. I guess you didn't recognize me. I've been traveling, and I'm all... schlumpy.
Z: I'm supposed to do everything for the colony? What about my needs?
Princess Bala: Worker, climb that tree and tell me where I am!
Z: I've got to believe there's someplace better for me. Otherwise I'll just curl up into a larval position and weep.
Weaver: You da ant!
Z: 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.
Azteca: What happened to Z?
Weaver: He's... taking a personal day, so I'm filling in.
Azteca: [admiring] You fill in any more and you'll explode.
[His last words]
Barbatus: Don't make my mistake, kid. Don't follow orders your whole life. Think for yourself.
Bala: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Z-4195: Well, maybe, then again, maybe not, and then again.... "yowch."
Bala: That's it! You're the guy from the bar.
Queen: Bar? What bar?
Bala: I... danced with this guy at the bar the other night. He was just a worker, then.
Queen: What were you doing at a bar?
General Mandible: Precisely what I want to know.
Bala: No! This isn't about me. I mean, Look at this worker. Look what he's done.
Z-4195: I think -- I think you're thinking of someone else. After all, I am a soldier.
Bala: Exactly. You WERE a worker, but now you're a war hero.
Queen: He's a worker?
General Mandible: A worker danced with my fiance?
Z-4195: F-fiance? Hey, w-wait a minute. Th-this is not how it looks. I-I can explain this... hey, SHE was the one making all the moves!
Bala: Don't you get it? I chose you because you were the most pathetic bug in the joint.
Z-4195: You know, I was going to let you become a part of my most erotic fantasies, but now you can just write it off.
Bala: I've been kidnapped by the village idiot.
Bala: Oh, good. Here they come to rescue me... and to kill you.
Z-4195: Will you calm down? You're not going to let a little near-death experience ruin your mood, are you?
Bala: Labor? What you YOU know about labor? How would YOU feel if you were expected to give birth every 10 seconds for the rest of your life?
Z-4195: 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-4195: 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.
Colonel Cutter: Dead? Well... he was an ant with ideas. Too bad for him.
Z-4195: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
Foreman: Look, I got orders, and those orders say "dig."
Z-4195: What if someone ordered you to jump off a bridge? You-you...
[Foreman looks thoughtful]
Z-4195: Oh, brother. I'm asking the wrong guy here.
General Mandible: Seal up the doors. Cutter, did you hear me?
Colonel Cutter: Sir, I've been thinking. Do we need to go through with this? Look at what these workers have done. They've got the right stuff. Isn't there any other way?
General Mandible: Cutter, you're a fine officer. You have discipline, courage, ability... but you seem to have a weakness for the lower orders that I find disturbing. Now, are you with me?
Z-4195: There you have it: your basic boy-meets-girl, boy-likes-girl, boy-changes-the-underlying-social-order story.
Bala: Z, I've gotta help my Mom.
Z-4195: Don't worry, I know almost exactly what I'm doing.
Colonel Cutter: Time stands still for no ant.
Weaver: Don't you want your aphid beer?
Z-4195: Call me crazy, but I have a thing about drinking from the anus of another creature.
[Z, alone, watches ants dancing in unison in a nightclub.]
Z-4195: What a bunch of losers. Mindless zombies capitulating to an oppressive system.
Princess Bala: Hi. Wanna dance?
Z-4195: 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-4195: Weaver, they're CAREER girls. They're obsessed with digging.
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