FRANCIS: I heard that, you twig.
P.T. FLEA: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present Manto the Magnificent and his lovely assistant, Gypsy!
MANNY: From the most mysterious regions of uncharted Asia... I give you the Chinese Cabinet of Metamorphosis!
P.T. FLEA: Rosie, whole troupe. On stage! Finale! Now!
ROSIE: Okay, I just need a little time to.
P.T. FLEA: Now! Coming.
ROSIE: Coming. Tuck, Roll, let's get moving, guys. We're up next. Don't you understand?
TUCK AND ROLL: We are up! "Up-a." Hey! Hey!
ROSIE: They don't understand me.
MANNY: I summon the voice of Confucius.
SPECTATOR: Get off the stage, you old hack!
MANNY: I demand to know who said that! How dare you! Ingrates!
GYPSY: Manny? Manny!
SPECTATOR: I only got 24 hours to live, and I ain't gonna waste it here. Come on.
P.T. FLEA: I've just about had it with these losers! Flaming death! I hold in my hand the match. the match that decides whether two bugs live or die this very evening. In a moment, I will light this trail of matches leading to a sheet of flypaper dowsed in lighter fluid! Aimed directly at the flypaper are Tuck and Roll the pill bug cannonballs! The cannon will be triggered by Dim, trained to jump at the sound of this bell set to go off in 15 seconds. Our pill bugs' only hope of survival is our mistress of the high wire, Rosie! Secured to a web line of exact length Rosie will plummet down to these two posts spinning a web of safety in less than 15 seconds! Not good enough, you say? Well, what if they were all blindfolded! Ladies and gentlemen, may I suggest that those of you with weak constitutions leave the arena for this act is so dangerous that if the slightest thing should go wrong. No!
ROSIE: Go? Okay, through the tunnel...
DIM: Whoa! Okay, that's done!
ROSIE: Whoa! P.T.!
P.T. FLEA: Oh, no! Rosie!
HEIMLICH: We need some water! Water, water, water, water, water!
P.T. FLEA: Get me outta here!
ROSIE: It's the web. I'm sorry. It's.
P.T. FLEA: You're all fired. MEIMLICH: We got the water! Here we come, P.T.! We'll save you.
SPECTATOR: Whoa! Burn 'im again!
No, Harry, no! Don't look at the light! I can't help it! It's so beautiful!
FLIK: Try not to look like a country bug. Blend... blend in. Hey, buggy! What do you expect? The guy's a tick. Wow! The city! Wow! Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hey! Whoa-whoa-whoa! Buzz off! Oh, pardon me, sir. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment. I represent a colony of-of ants, and I'm looking. I'm looking for tough bugs, you know, mean bugs, the sort of bugs...
SLIM: Fired by a flea how humiliating!
FRANCIS: Let's face it: We stink.
TUCK: You fired!
ROLL: You fired!
TUCK: You fired!
ROSIE: Oh, will you shut up? Hey!
TUCK: You fired!
HEIMLICH: Someday I will be a beautiful butterfly and then everything will be better.
GYPSY: I can't believe the troupe is breaking up. We've always been together.
MANNY: Farewell, my friends.
FRANCIS: To the audience we'll never have.
SLIM: Francis! Your boyfriends from the circus are here!
SPECTATOR: There she is. Hello there, girlie bug.
FRANCIS: Shoo, fly. Don't bother me.
SPECTATOR: Say, why don't you tell our pal, Thud. what you said to us at the circus. Yeah. Somethin' about buzzin' around a dung heap?
FLIK: Uh, excuse me. Hi. I represent an ant colony, and we're.
SLIM: Hey, bartender! Bloody Mary, O-positive. Aha!
SPECTATOR: Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home Not so tough now, are you? All right, clown. Get up and fight like a girl.
FRANCIS: Get ready to do the Robin Hood act.
HEIMLICH: I want to be Little John!
SLIM: What part can I play?
FLIK: You see, I'm looking for tough, warrior bugs.
FRANCIS: Stand back, ye flies! We are the greatest warriors in all bugdom!
FLIK: Warrior bugs!
FRANCIS: My sword!
HEIMLICH: Swish, swish. Clang, clang.
FRANCIS: Little John?
HEIMLICH: What ho, Robin? Justice is my sword and truth shall be my quiver!
FLIK: Wait, wait! No, no! I want to watch this!
HEIMLICH: Thrust, parry, lunge!
SLIM: Me thinketh it's not working!
HEIMLICH: Back to Sherwood Forest!
FLIK: What's going on in there?
SLIM: Help! Help! Get me out!
FLIK: Wow. Oh. You're perfect! Oh, great ones! I have been scouting for bugs with your exact talents!
GYPSY: A talent scout.
FLIK: My colony's in trouble. Grasshoppers are coming! We've been forced to prepare all this food.
MANNY: Dinner theatre!
FLIK: Plase! Will you help us?
SPECTATOR: Where are they?
FRANCIS: We'll take the job!
FRANCIS: Yes, yes, yes!
SLIM: You can explain the details on the way.
ROSIE: Okay, come on, everyone. Break a leg!
FLIK: Whoa, you're vicious!
DIM: Hold on, Mr Ant.
FLIK: Amazing! This is too good to be true! So, you see, it was my fault that Hopper's coming back. But then, Princess Atta boy, is she one in a million she let me go out and find you. And after seeing you fight off those flies Boy, are those grasshoppers in for a big surprise!