FLIK: Hold on!
HOPPER: Bird! It's a bird! Yes! Let's get out of here! Go! Don't let it get me! Don't let it get me! Help me!
PRINCESS DOT: Up, down, up, down. And turn!
SLIM: My eye! Help me!
HEIMLICH: Mmm, boysenberry.
FLIK: Huh? Aah, no, no, no, no, no!
MANNY: Oh, the pain!
P.T. FLEA: There goes my magic act! Flaming Death!
SLIM: No! P.T.! A direct hit!
PRINCESS DOT: Flik! Flik! Help us!
FLIK: Dot! Okay! Everyone out! Hurry!
PRINCESS ATTA: Where's Dot? Has anyone seen Dot?
HOPPER: Whose idea was this? Huh? Was it yours, Princess?
PRINCESS ATTA: Just get behind me, girls. It'll be okay.
FLIK: Leave her alone, Hopper. The bird was my idea. I'm the one you want.
HOPPER: Where do you get the gall to do this to me?
FLIK: You were. You were gonna squish the queen.
PRINCESS DOT: It's true.
HOPPER: I hate it when someone gives away the ending. You piece of dirt! No, I'm wrong. You're lower than dirt. You're an ant! 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 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?
HOOPER: Well, Princess!
MOLT: Um, Hopper? Um, I hate to interrupt, but, um.
HOOPER: You ants stay back!
MOLT: Oh, this was such a bad idea!
PRINCESS ATTA: You see, Hopper nature has a certain order. The ants pick the food, the ants keep the food and the grasshoppers leave! I'm so proud of you, Flik! Charge-a!
MOLT: Where are you going?
HOPPER: They're just ants!
PRINCESS DOT: No! Bad grasshopper! Bad grasshopper! Go home! Yeah!
HOPPER: Come back here, you cowards! Don't leave!
FLIK: To the cannon! To the cannon!
FLIK: Happy landings, Hopper!
PRINCESS ATTA: Rain! Flik!
SLIM: Quick! After them!
FLIK: Slim! Francis!
DIM: Francis, I'm stuck! Where are ya? I'm over here!
FRANCIS: Where? Here!
SLIM: I'm the only stick with eyeballs! Help! Help! Help! Get him!
PRINCESS ATTA: Go that way!
FLIK: But the anthill's over... I've got an idea!
PRINCESS ATTA: Flik! Come on! There!
FLIK: Come on! We've gotta hide! No matter what happens, stay down!
PRINCESS ATTA: Flik, no! What are you doing?
HOPPER: You think it's over?
FLIK: No, no, no. No, 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! 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! No! Oh, no! No, no!
THORNY: Come on, boys!
REED: Hey, Princess Dot! Wait up!
THE QUEEN: I finally get a second to relax, and I gotta get out of my chair. Come on! You can rub lotion on me later, shade boy.
MANNY: Oh, thank you! Thank you. Oh, you're too kind. It was the least we could do. All in a day's work. Any time.
ROSIE: Dim! I'm so sorry, kids. I wish you could come along, too.
FRANCIS: I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry.
TUCK AND ROLL: Hey, let's go. We got a schedule to keep.
P.T. FLEA: Come on. Let's go. Hey! Hey, Tiny! Let's get this show packed up! We got paying customers hatching!
MOLT: Yes, Mr Flea. Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Right away, sir. And, um, I just wanted to thank you for giving me a chance because it's an honour to work with creative giants such as yourself.
P.T. FLEA: Shutting up. You sure you can't come on tour with us?
FLIK: Sorry. My place is here.
PRINCESS ATTA: Good answer.
P.T. FLEA: Oh, well. Your loss.
PRINCESS ATTA: One minute, insects! I wanna thank all of you for giving us back our hope, our dignity and our lives.
SLIM: And to you, Princess Atta. You have given us so much.
MANNY: Please accept this gift from us bugs to you ants. For you!
PRINCESS ATTA: Oh! It's a rock.
CORNELIUS: What's with the rock?
THORNY: Must be a circus thing.
ROSIE: Well, Flik, you really goofed up. Thanks.
FLIK: Yeah, you too.
P.T. FLEA: All right. Now it's gettin' mushy. We're outta here! Hy-aah! Whoa!
ROSIE: See ya next season! See ya, Flik! Bye! We miss you already!
TUCK: You fired!
ROLL: You fired!
SLIM: We forgot Heimlich!
HEIMLICH: I'm finished! Finally, I'm a beautiful butterfly! Mein wings! Oh, they're beautiful!
FLIK: Heimlich! The wagon's taking off! You better start flying!
HEIMLICH: But I am flying! And from way up here, you all look like little ants! Auf Wiedersehen!
THORNY: Present stalks! Harvester, salute!