P.T. Flea: The streets'll be paved with golden retrievers.
Hopper: First rule of leadership: everything is your fault
Heimlich: I am flying! And from way up here you all look like
little ants!
[Francis is being harassed by two flies at the bar.] Francis:
Shoo, fly. Don't bother me.
Princess Atta: You see Hopper, Nature has a certain order.
The ants pick the food, the ants eat the food, and the grasshoppers
leave!
Queen: It's the same every year, they come, they eat, they
leave; that's our lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's our
life.
[Hanging on to Slim's leg in mid-air.] Flick: You've got to
help me, I'm desperate! Slim: Really, I couldn't tell!
P.T. Flea: Ladies, Gentlemen, and larvae of all stages...
[A leaf falls infront of one of the worker ants in the food
line.] Worker Ant #1: Oh no! I'm lost! Where's the line? What
do I do? Worker Ant #2: Help! Worker Ant #3: We'll be stuck
forever! Mr. Soil: Do not panic, do not panic! We are trained
professionals! Now, stay calm. We are going around the leaf.
Worker Ant #1: Around the leaf! I-I-I don't think we can do
that. Mr. Soil: Oh, nonsense. This is nothing compared to
the twig of '93!
