Quotes

Hopper: It's a bug-eat-bug world out there, princess. One of those Circle of Life kind of things. Now let me tell you how things are supposed to work: The sun grows the food, the ants pick the food, the grasshoppers eat the food...

Molt: And the birds eat the grasshoppers. Hey, like the one that nearly ate you, you remember? You remem- Oh, you shoulda seen it, okay?

Hopper: Molt!

Molt: This blue jay has him half way down his throat, okay? And Hopper - Hopper's kicking and screaming, okay? And I'm scared, okay, I'm not going anywhere near, okay- Aw, come on! It's a great story.

[Hopper grabs Molt by the antennae]

Molt: Ow! Ow! Ow!

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.

Flik: Try not to look like a country bug. Blend. Blend in.

Molt: [in a sing-song voice] The circus! The circus! I love the circus!

Rosie: Okay, come on everyone. Break a leg.

Flik: Whoa! You're vicious!

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!

[ants cheer]

Slim: Boy, these folks are sure hard up for entertainment.

P.T. Flea: Flaming Death is a huge hit!

Slim: P.T., shhh!

P.T. Flea: I'm serious! Word of mouth got around, the next day there was a line of flies outside the tent, went on forever. It must have been a foot long!

Manny: I now summon the voice of Confucius...

Fly: Get off the stage, you old hag!

Manny: Huh? I demand to know who said that?

[Manny is pelted with fruit]

Manny: How dare you? Ingrates!

[leaves]

Gypsy: [inside box] Manny? Manny?

Hopper: You piece of dirt! No, I'm wrong. You're lower than dirt. You're an ant!

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.

[a leaf falls in front of one of the worker ants in the food line]

Worker Ant #1: I'm lost! Where's the line? It just went away. What do I do? What do I do?

Worker Ant #2: Help!

Worker Ant #3: We'll be stuck here 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.

P.T. Flea: [singing] I'm gonna be rich, rich, rich I'm gonna be rich, rich, rich I'm gonna be the richest flea in the land, ka-ching! The streets will be paved with golden retrievers...

Heimlich: But I *am* flying! And from way up here you all look like little ants.

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?

Molt: [whimpers]

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!

Gypsy: Manny, we're on.

Manny: Oh? Yet again it is up to me to rescue the performance. Gypsy, come.

[exits; offscreen crash]

Gypsy: The stage is the other way dear.

Manny: Yes, of course.

Slim: That's no way to speak to a lady.

Francis: I heard that, you twig.

Slim: [dryly] Tra-la-la-la-la. Spring is in the air, and I'm a flower with nothing interesting to say.

Fly: I only got twenty-four hours to live, and I ain't gonna waste it here.

Flik: I was just trying to help.

Mr. Soil: Then help us; *don't* help us.

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?

Francis: Stand back, ye flies! We are the greatest warriors in all Bugdom.

Flik: [from a distance, to himself] Warrior bugs!

Francis: My sword.

[Grabs Slim and brandishes him like a sword]

Slim: [dryly] Swish, swish. Clang, clang.

Francis: Little John.

Heimlich: What ho, Robin! Justice is my sword and truth shall be my quiver.

Mosquito: Hey, bartender! Bloody Mary, O-positive.

Tuck: You fired!

Roll: You fired!

Tuck: You fireeeeeed!

Rosie: [in disgust] Oh, will you *shut up*?

Tuck: Hey!

Roll: You fired!

Hopper: Where do you get the gall to do this to me?

Flik: You were... you were gonna squish the queen.

[all the ants gasp]

Dot: It's true.

Hopper: I hate it when someone gives away the ending.

Flik: For the colony, and for oppressed ants everywhere!

Rosie: And that's how my twelfth husband died. So, now I'm a widow. I mean, I've always been a black widow, but now I'm a black widow *widow*.

Flik: Hopper's afraid of birds!

Francis: [after being vigorously pursued by a bird] And I don't blame him!

[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.

Francis: Hey, turn your butt off!

Hopper: Are you saying I'm stupid?

Princess Atta: [faintly] No

Hopper: Do I look stupid to 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?

Flik: Yep!

Hopper: Are there a bunch of little girls in this one, too? Hello, girls!

[the bird shrieks]

Hopper: Aaaugh!

Hopper: Not one ant sleeps until we get every scrap of food on this island!

Molt: Just do what he says. You don't wanna make him mad, believe me.

Flik: Hello kids! Ready to make some grasshoppers cry?

Dot: It's payback time... Blueberry style!

Lead Blueberry Scout: Blueberries rock!

Tuck, Roll: Tweet, tweet! Tweet, tweet!

Gypsy: [gasping] HUUUH!

Cockroach waitress: [in the bar] All right, who ordered the Poo Poo Platter?

[a bunch of flies swarm the dish she holds in the air]

Slim: Thrust, parry, lunge! Me thinketh it not working!