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: Wow, every worker in the colony is here. Hey, wait a minute. That guy owes me money.
: I'm supposed to do everything for the colony. What about my needs?
: I've got to believe there's something out there better than this. Otherwise I'll just curl up into a larval position and weep.
: I think everything must go back to the fact that I had a very anxious childhood. 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 is that possible?
: Haven't I seen you somewhere before? Z
: Well, maybe, then again, maybe not, and then again... yowch. Bala
: [recognizing his line from the night before
] That's it. You're the guy from the bar. Z
: Shhh. 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
: 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
: 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.
: 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.
: 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?
: Will you calm down? You're not going to let a little near-death experience ruin your mood, are you?
: 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.
: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
: Look, I got orders, and those orders say dig. Z
: What if someone ordered you to jump off a bridge? You-you...
[Foreman looks thoughtful
: Oh, brother. I'm asking the wrong guy here.
: There you have it: your average boy-meets-girl, boy-likes-girl, boy-changes-the-underlying-social-order story.
: Z, I've gotta help my Mom. Z
: Don't worry, I know almost exactly what I'm doing.
: Don't you want your aphid beer? Z
: 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
: What a bunch of losers. Mindless zombies capitulating to an oppressive system. Princess Bala
: Hi. Wanna dance? 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 is trying to convince Weaver to switch jobs with him
: Would I meet some worker girls? Z
: Are you kidding? They always go after the new guy. It's like a SPORT for them.
[Mandible is giving a speech
] General Mandible
: Sacrifice. To some, it is just a word. To others, it is a code. Z
: [whispering to Barbatus
] You know, I'm really bad at word games.
[being shipped off to battle
: You know, I think there's been a terrible mistake. Truth is, I just came for the speech.
[marching to battle
: 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.
: I was not cut out to be a worker, I'll tell you right now. I feel physically inadequate. I,I... My whole life, I've never... I've NEVER been able to lift more than ten times my body weight.
: Handling dirt is... ugh... is *not* my idea of a rewarding career.
: The whole system makes me feel so... insignificant. Psychologist
: Excellent. You've made a real breakthrough. Z
: I have? Psychologist
: Yes, Z. You ARE insignificant.
: Okay, I've gotta give myself a positive attitude. A good attitude even though I'm utterly insignificant. I'm, I'm insignificant... but with attitude.
: 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?
: Why should I be unhappy being a piece of construction equipment?
: This is just a lawsuit waiting to happen.
: Yes, yes, I understand. I dropped the ball.
: 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.
: [mocking the scout
] Nothing like a little post-traumatic stress disorder to make your day complete.
: You have such a big heart. That's why you're my little cuddly-widdles. Muffy
: Oh, my big, strong pheronome factory.
[They eskimo kiss
] Oh, brother. Suddenly, I just lost my appetite.
: Who the HELL is that?
: And, y'know, I finally feel like I've found my place. And you know what? It's right back where I started. But the difference is, this time I chose it.
] Hey, wait a minute. Let's not get... we're being too hasty here. These guys sound like bruisers. Just how were you figuring on beating them. Barbatus
: Superior numbers, kid. Overwhelm their defenses, and kill their queen. Z
] I, um, whurr, whuh, hey, fellas, that's... you're being a little extreme, I feel. Why don't, why don't, why don't we just try to influence their political process with campaign contributions?
: 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.
: [Z has broken through to the surface where Mandible and his soldiers wait for them to be drowned
] Let go! Don't you understand? It's for the good of the colony! Z
: What are you saying? We are the colony!
[Mandible is about to strike Z when Cutter knocks his aside
] General Mandible
: Cutter, what are you doing? Colonel Cutter
: Something I should have done a long time ago.
[extends his hand to the worker ants
] Colonel Cutter
: *This* is for the good of the colony, General. General Mandible
: You useless, ungrateful maggot! *I* am the colony!
: We rebuilt the colony; better than before, because now we have a very large indoor swimming pool.
: 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.
: I sure hope you know what you're doing. Z
: Yeah, me too.
: Think about it, Bala. Do you really want to be Mrs. Raving Lunatic?
: [Azteca strikes him with dirt just as he's about to dig, trying to be "insignificant, but with attitude
] 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*.
[gestures at the whole of the conlony
: Um... a giant hole in the ground?
: Would I meet some worker girls? Z
: Are you kidding? They always go after the new guy! It's like a sport for them. And believe me, they will definitely go for an... adorable little insect like you.
: [dismissing himself and Z
] I think it's time to debrief the soldier. Z
: Please, General! Not on a first date!