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 remember? Oh, you should've seen it.
MOLT: This blue jay. He has him halfway down his throat, okay? And Hopper Hopper's kickin' and screamin', okay? And I'm scared, okay? I'm not goin' anywhere near, okay? Aw, come on. It's a great story. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
HOPPER: I swear, if I hadn't promised Mother on her deathbed that I wouldn't kill you, I would kill you. And believe me, no one appreciates that more than I do. Shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of you while we're on this island. Do you understand me? I said, do you understand me?
MOLT: Well, how can I answer? You said I couldn't say another word. Remember Ma!
HOPPER: Hey, I'm a compassionate insect. There's still a few months till the rains come so you can all just try again.
THE QUEEN: But, Hopper, since it's almost the rainy season we need this time to gather food for ourselves.
HOPPER: Listen, if you don't keep your end of the bargain, then I can't guarantee your safety. And there are insects out there that will take advantage of you. Someone could get hurt. What's the matter? You scared of grasshoppers? Dot! You don't like Thumper?
FLIK: Leave her alone!
HOPPER: You want her? Go ahead. Take her. No? Then get back in line. It seems to me that you ants are forgetting your place. So let's double the order of food. Huh?
PRINCESS ATTA: No! But-But-But.
HOPPER: We'll be back at the end of the season when the last leaf falls. You ants have a nice summer. Let's ride!
PRINCESS ATTA: Flik, what do you have to say for yourself?
FLIK: Sorry. I'm sorry for the way I am. I didn't mean for things to go so wrong. I especially didn't want to make you look bad, Princess.
PRINCESS ATTA: Well, Flik, ya did.
FLIK: I was just trying to help.
MR. SOIL: Then help us don't help us.
FLIK: Help? Help? Help?
PRINCESS ATTA: Flik, you are sentenced to one month digging in the tunnels.
THORNY: Excuse me, Your Highness. Need I remind you of Flik's tunnel-within-a-tunnel project?
FLIK: Helpers to help us. That could... That's it! That's We could It took the whole engineering department... two days to dig him out. Send him to Health and Ant Services. Heavens, no! We could leave the island. The river bed's dry right now. We'd just walk right across the river bed. We could go get helpers. We could! We could leave. Sure. We could go find helpers to help us. It's perfect!
THE QUEEN: Perfect? What's so perfect?
FLIK: Your Highness, don't you see? We could send someone to get help!
THE QUEEN: Now, why didn't I think of that? Oh! Because it's suicide!
THRONY: She's right! We never leave the island.
CORNELIUS: Never leave!
THRONY: There's snakes and birds and bigger bugs out there! FLIK: Exactly! Bigger bugs! We could find bigger bugs to come here and fight and forever rid us of Hopper and his gang!
DR. FLORA: Who would do a crazy thing like that?
FLIK: I'll volunteer. I'd be very happy to volunteer.
THE QUEEN: You got a lot of spunk, kid, but no one's gonna help a bunch of ants.
FLIK: At least we could try. Oh, I could. I could travel to the city! I could search there!
PRINCESS ATTA: If you went, you'd be on that silly search for weeks.
THRONY: Royal huddle. Great idea, Princess. It's perfect.
PRINCESS ATTA: Wait a minute. What did we just decide here?
CORNELIUS: To let Flik leave.
MR. SOIL: While we keep harvesting to meet Hopper's demands.
DR. FLORA: You see, with Flik gone, he can't.
PRINCESS ATTA: He can't mess anything up! Flik, after much deliberation, we have decided to grant you your request.
THE QUEEN: Really?
PRINCESS ATTA: Uh, really.
FLIK: Oh, thank you, Princess. Thank you so much for this chance. I won't let you down, I promise, I promise, I promise. Yeah, that's fine. That's fine.
PRINCESS ATTA: No, forget it. Forget it.
FLIK: Oh, but I should probably help repair the damage before I go, don't you think?
ALL: No! No, no!
PRINCESS ATTA: Just go. Just go. Just leave!
FLIK: Hey. Don't worry! The colony is in good hands! Bye, now. All right. Hey, fellas. Beautiful mornin', huh?
LITTLE ANT: My dad says he gives you 1 hour before you come back to the island crying.
FLIK: Does he, now?
PRINCESS ATTA: My dad doesn't think that.
FLIK: He doesn't, huh?
PRINCESS DOT: Naw, he's bettin' you're gonna die.
PRINCESS DOT: Yeah, he says if the heat doesn't get ya, the birds will. Well, I think he's gonna make it.
LITTLE ANT: Nobody asked you, Your Royal Shortness. Yeah, Dot.
PRINCESS DOT: What do you know?
FLIK: Hey, hey, hey. Ease up, all right? Come on. She's entitled to her opinion too. Ohh.
LITTLE ANT: So go, already.
PRINCESS DOT: Hey! The city's that way.
FLIK: I know.
LITTLE ANT: You're supposed to look for bugs, not dandelions.
PRINCESS DOT: You leave him alone. He knows what he's doing.
FLIK: That's right. Here I go. For the colony, and for oppressed ants everywhere! Whoa-oh.Wow! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
PRINCESS DOT: Bye, Flik!
FLIK: Wow! Wow. Ohh! Whoa!
PRINCESS DOT: Good luck, Flik! Bye! FLIK: Whoa-oh!
PRINCESS DOT: Flik!
FLIK: I'm okay!
LITTLE ANT: Your dad's right. He's gonna die.
PRINCESS DOT: You just watch. He's gonna get the bestest, roughest bugs you've ever seen!
ROSIE: Get back! Get back! Get back, you horrible beast! I have no fear!
ROSIE: Oh, my goodness. Oh, no! Oh, I'm so sorry, Dim. An owie? Owie! Owie, owie. Please show Rosie the owie. All right, Dim. It's okay.
SPECTATOR: I have been in outhouses that didn't stink that bad. This is ridiculous. What a disappointment!
P.T. FLEA: Oh, no!
SPECTATOR: You! Come here! I want my money back!
P.T. FLEA: Uh, no refunds after the first two minutes.
P.T. FLEA: We're losin' the audience! You clowns get out there now!
HEIMLICH: I hate performing on an empty stomach!
P.T. FLEA: Do your act, Heimlich. Then you can eat.
SLIM: P.T., what's the point?
P.T. FLEA: Not now, Slim.
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.
SLIM: Spring's in the air. And I'm a flower with nothing interesting to say.
HEIMLICH: A bee! I am a cute little bumblebee! Here I come!
SPECTATOR: Slow down, you flowers!
HEIMLICH: Candy corn! Here. Here. Let me help you to finish it.
SPECTATOR: Hey, cutie! Wanna pollinate with a real bug? Ooh, come to Papa, yeah!
FRANCIS: So, bein' a ladybug automatically makes me a girl, is that it, fly boy? Huh?
SPECTATOR: She's a guy!
HEIMLICH: Francis, leave them alone. They are poo-poo heads!
P.T. FLEA: Not again.
FRANCIS: Judging by your breath, you must have been buzzin' around a dung heap all day.
SLIM: Come on, Francis. You're making the maggots cry.