A Bug's Life
Hopper: I swear, if I hadn't promised Mother on her deathbed that I wouldn't kill you, I would kill you!
Molt: And believe me, no one appreciates that more than I do.
Hopper: Shut up! I don't wanna hear another word out of you while we're on this island. Do you understand me?
Hopper: I said do you understand me?
Molt: Well, how can I answer? You said I couldn't say another word!
[Hopper raises his fist to hit him]
Molt: Aah! Remember ma!
Fly: Hey, waiter, I'm in my soup.
Boy Ant #1: My dad says he gives you one hour before you come back to the island crying.
Flik: Does he now?
Boy Ant #2: My dad doesn't think that.
Flik: He doesn't, huh?
Boy Ant #2: Nah, he's betting you're gonna die.
Flik: Oh, great ones! I have been scouting for bugs with your exact talents!
Rosie: A talent scout!
Flik: My colony is in trouble. Grasshoppers are coming. We've been forced to prepare all this food.
Manny: Dinner theater!
Flik: Please, will you help us?
Fly: Where are they?
Slim: We'll take the job!
Francis: Hey, turn your butt off!
Queen: It's the same year after year, they come, they eat, they leave; that's our lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's our life.
[Rosie realizes that the mural the Blueberries drew is that of a brutal battle between the grasshoppers and the circus bugs]
Rosie: Oh! Look at the... beautiful... colors of the blood.
Flik: Here, pretend - pretend that that's a seed.
Dot: It's a rock.
Flik: Oh, I know it's a rock, I know. But let's just pretend for a minute that it's a seed, alright? We'll just use our imaginations. Now, now do you see our tree? Everything that made that giant tree is already contained inside this tiny little seed. All it needs is some time, a little bit of sunshine and rain, and voilá!
Dot: This rock will be a tree?
Flik: Seed to tree. You've gotta work with me, here. Alright? Okay. Now, y-you might not feel like you can do much now, but that's just because, well, you're not a tree yet. You just have to give yourself some time. You're still a seed.
Dot: But it's a rock.
Flik: [shouting] I know it's a rock! Don't you think I know a rock when I see a rock? I've spent a lot of time around rocks!
Dot: You're weird, but I like you.
Hopper: You think it's over?
Flik: No, no, no! No I-I can explain!
Hopper: All your little stunt did was buy them time.
Flik: No, please! Please, Hopper!
Hopper: I'll get more grasshoppers and be back next season, but you won't.
[suddenly, a bird looms over them]
Hopper: Well, what's this? Another one of your little bird tricks?
Hopper: Are there a bunch of little girls in this one, too? Hello, girls!
[the bird shrieks]
Slim: [dryly] Tra-la-la-la-la. Spring is in the air, and I'm a flower with nothing interesting to say.
Princess Atta: I think I'll go check on the bird.
[exits left, then enters again, embarrassed]
Princess Atta: Bird's *this* way.
Flik: [laughs with dazed expression on his face] Yeah the bird's that way
[turns to the circus bugs, who have knowing smiles on their faces]
Flik: She went the- What?
[Hopper is about to feed Dot to Thumper]
Flik: Leave her alone!
Hopper: [pause, Hopper walks towards Flik, still holding Dot] You want her? [Holds out Dot] Go ahead, take her.
[Flik just stands where he is, terrified]
Hopper: No? Then get back in line!
[Flik slowly walks backwards back to where he was before]
Francis: Your majesty. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls of all ages. Our troupe here guarentees a performance like no other. Why, when your grasshopper friends get here, we are gonna knock... them... dead!
Slim: Boy, these folks are sure hard up for entertainment.
Fly: Hey waiter, I'm in my soup.
Flik: They can't know the truth! The truth, you see, is bad! I will be branded with this mistake for the rest of my life! My children's children will walk down the street and people will point and say, "Look, there goes the spawn of Flik the Loser"!
Fly: Hey, cutie! Wanna pollinate with a real bug?
Queen: You've got a lot of spunk kid, but no one's gonna help a bunch of ants.
Hopper: First rule of leadership: Everything is your fault.
Princess Atta: You mean you're not warriors?
P.T. Flea: Are you kidding? These guys are the lousiest circus bugs you've ever seen, and they're gonna make me rich!
Molt: [in a sing-song voice] The circus! The circus! I love the circus!