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?
Bala: Z's dead. Colonel Cutter: Dead? Well... he was an
ant with ideas. Too bad for him.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
Bala: I've been kidnapped by the village idiot.
Bala: Oh, good. Here they come to rescue me... and to kill
you.
