A Bug's Life (1998)
Hopper: First rule of leadership: Everything is your fault.
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!
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.
Slim: [stuck among branches] Francis! Francis, I'm stuck!
Francis: Where are you?
Slim: I'm over here.
Slim: I'm the only stick with eyeballs!
[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.
Fly: I only got twenty-four hours to live, and I ain't gonna waste it here.
Flik: [has just realized the "warrior bugs" are from the circus] Your Highness! The warriors have called a secret meeting to make plans for circus, uh, *circumventing* the oncoming horde, so they can trapeze - *trap* them with ease!
Princess Atta: Well, shouldn't I come, too?
Flik: No! Ha ha ha! Sorry. No, no, see it's classified in the DMZ, gotta go ASAP, you know, strictly BYOB. Bye!
Mosquito: Hey, bartender! Bloody Mary, O-positive.
[the mosquito is given a drop of blood]
Mosquito: Aha, yeah...
[he slurps it quickly and passes out]
[two mosquitoes fly near a bug zapper; one flies towards it, as if in a trance]
Bug zapper mosquito #1: Harry, no! Don't look at the light!
Harry the Mosquito: [entranced] I-can't-help-it. It's-so-beautiful.
[Harry gets zapped, falls]
Harry the Mosquito: Woo hoo!
Hopper: Let this be a lesson to all you ants! Ideas are very dangerous things! You are mindless, soil-shoving losers, put on this Earth to serve us!
Flik: You're wrong, Hopper. Ants are not meant to serve grasshoppers. I've seen these ants do great things, and year after year they somehow manage to pick food for themselves *and* you. So-so who is the weaker species? Ants don't serve grasshoppers! It's *you* who need *us*! We're a lot stronger than you say we are... And you know it, don't you?
Manny: You listen to me, my boy. I've made a living out of being a failure, and you, sir, are not a failure.
Heimlich: [dressed as baby] Bottle all gone. Baby wants pie!
Francis: Pie? He asked for it. Should I give it to him?
Molt: Yeah! Give him pie! Give him pie!
Queen: Why didn't I think of that? Oh, because it's suicide.
[Dot gets a rock]
Dot: Pretend it's a seed, okay?
Flik: Thanks, Dot.
Francis: Hey, what's with the rock?
Slim: Must be an ant thing.
[Hopper has just drowned three dissenting grasshoppers in a pile of seeds]
Hopper: You let one ant stand up to us, then they all might stand up! Those puny little ants outnumber us a hundred to one and if they ever figure that out there goes our way of life! It's not about food, it's about keeping those ants in line. That's why we're going back! Does anybody else wanna stay?
[grasshoppers shocked - all the grasshoppers "rev up" their wings]
Molt: [motioning a fellow grasshopper] He's quite the motivational speaker, isn't he?
Hopper: Let's ride!
Tuck: You fired!
Roll: You fired!
Tuck: You fireeeeeed!
Rosie: [in disgust] Oh, will you *shut up*?
Roll: You fired!
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]
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?
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: 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"!
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!
Gypsy: [inside box] Manny? Manny?
Slim: [dryly] Tra-la-la-la-la. Spring is in the air, and I'm a flower with nothing interesting to say.
Slim: What's the point of going out there? They'll only laugh at me.
P.T. Flea: That's because you're a clown!
Slim: No, it's because I'm a prop. You always cast me as the broom, the pole, the stick... a *splinter*!
P.T. Flea: You're a walking stick. It's funny! Now go!
Slim: You parasite.
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.
Slim: Say, how many roaches does it take to screw in a light bulb? Can't tell. Soon as the light goes on, they scatter.
[Francis is being harassed by two flies at the bar]
Francis: Shoo, fly. Don't bother me.
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*.
Manny: Utilizing psychic vibrations, I shall select the perfect volunteer.
Molt: Oh, oh, oh, oh! Pick me! Oh, oh! C'mon, I'm asking you with my brain.
Flik: Hopper's afraid of birds!
Francis: [after being vigorously pursued by a bird] And I don't blame him!
Slim: [whispers] Francis, your boyfriends from the circus are here!
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.
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]
Princess Atta: You see Hopper, Nature has a certain order. The ants pick the food, the ants keep the food, and the grasshoppers leave!
[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]
Hopper: 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]
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!
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.
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.
Cockroach waitress: Here you go, slick. Enjoy.
Slug: [takes one bite and his mouth starts to bubble] Ow, Oww! Hey, I said no salt!
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!
Hopper: You piece of dirt! No, I'm wrong. You're lower than dirt. You're an ant!
Slim: Ladies and gentlebugs! Larvae of all stages! Rub your legs together for the world's greatest bug circus!
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.
[hanging on to Slim's leg in mid-air]
Flik: You can't go! I'm desperate.
Slim: Really? I couldn't tell.
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.
Francis: So! Bein' a ladybug automatically makes me a girl. Is that it, fly boy? Eh?
Fly: Yikes! She's a guy!
Princess Atta: You don't think I've offended the warriors, do you?
Flik: *You*? No!
Princess Atta: Oh, good. Because, you see, when you first brought them here, I'd thought you'd hired a bunch of clowns!
Flik: [voice suddenly higher] You *did*?
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?
Queen: You've got a lot of spunk kid, but no one's gonna help a bunch of ants.
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 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.
Molt: That's very true, Hoppy. I mean, where would the mystery be if we all knew how it was -
[Hopper hits him with a seed]
Molt: Shutting up.
Molt: [in a sing-song voice] The circus! The circus! I love the circus!
Flik: Try not to look like a country bug. Blend. Blend in.
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!
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.
[the ants watch as Heimlich gets stuck during the bird attack]
Princess Atta: The caterpillar's using himself as live bait.
Mr. Soil: How brave!
Heimlich: [as bird looms over him] Aaaaaaaaah!
Flik: Hello kids! Ready to make some grasshoppers cry?
Dot: It's payback time... Blueberry style!
Lead Blueberry Scout: Blueberries rock!
Hopper: [outraged that the ants failed to make their deadline] You little termites! I give you a second chance, AND THIS IS ALL I GET?'!
[throws the unfinished pile of grain down at the ants' feet]
Princess Atta: But, Hopper, we ran out of time!
Hopper: Have you been playing all summer? You think this is a game? Well, guess what? You just lost!
Bug Bus: Making all stops to the septic tank, including standing water, empty bean can and dead rat!
Slim: Thrust, parry, lunge! Me thinketh it not working!