A Bug's Life Quotes

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: It's a bug-eat-bug world out there, princess. One of those Circle of Life kind of things. This is the way 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. Like the time that bird who almost ate you, remember?
Hopper: Molt!
Molt: Oh, you should have seen it. You see, this blue jay has him half way down his throat, and Hopper is up there, kicking and screaming, and I'm scared, I'm not going anywhere near there... Aw, come on. It's a great story.
[Hopper grabs Molt by the antennae]
Molt: Ow! Ow! Ow!


Flik: Here, pretend this is a seed.
Dot: But it's a rock.
Flik: I know, I know, but let's for a minute pretend it's a seed, lets use our imaginations. You see our tree? Everything that is in that giant tree is contained inside this tiny seed. All it needs is some time, a little sunshine and rain, and voilá!
Dot: This rock will be a tree?
Flik: Seed to tree, you have to stay with me. Now, it may seem that you can't do anything, but that's just because you're not a tree yet. You just have to give yourself more 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: Oh, great ones! I have been scouting for bugs of your exact talents!
Rosie: A talent scout!
Flik: Our colony is in trouble. Grasshoppers are coming. We've been forced to prepare all this food.
Manny: Dinner theater!
Heimlich: Food?
Flik: Please, will you help us?
Fly: Where are they?
Slim: We'll take the job.


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


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 - *circumventing* the oncoming horde, so we can trapeze - *trap them* with ease!
Princess Atta: Shouldn't I go too?
Flik: No! Ha ha ha ha! They're keeping it on the DMZ, got to go ASAP, strictly BYOB. Bye!


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


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 go the spawn of Flik the Loser"!


Rosie: Okay, everyone. Break a leg.
Flik: Wow! You're vicious!


Boy Ant #1: My dad says he gives you an hour before you come back to the anthill crying.
Flik: Oh, does he now?
Boy Ant #2: My dad doesn't think that.
Flik: Really?
Boy Ant #2: No, he's betting you're going to die.


Francis: Your majesty. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls of all ages. Our troupe here delivers a performance like no other. Why, when your grasshopper friends get here, we are gonna knock... them... dead!
[ants cheer]
Slim: Wow, these folks are really hard up for entertainment.


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! I'm serious! Word of mouth got around, the next morning there was a line of flies, went on forever. It must have been a foot long!


Princess Atta: You mean they're not warrior bugs?
P.T. Flea: Are you kidding? These are the worst circus bugs you've ever seen, and they're gonna make me rich!


Manny: I now summon the voice of Confucius...
Fly: Get off the stage, you old hack!
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?


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!


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 every 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've got to help me, I'm desperate.
Slim: Really, I couldn't tell.


[a leaf falls infront of one of the worker ants in the food line]
Worker Ant #1: I'm lost! Where's the line? 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: Hey, waiter, I'm in my soup.


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...


Hopper: First rule of leadership: everything is your fault


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


[Francis is being harassed by two flies at the bar]
Francis: Shoo, fly. Don't bother me.


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, nobody appreciates that more than I do.
Hopper: Shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of you while we are 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!


Slim: [stuck among branches] Francis! Francis, I'm stuck!
Francis: Where are you?
Slim: I'm over here.
Francis: Where?
Slim: Here!
Francis: Where?
Slim: [irritated] I'M THE ONLY STICK WITH EYEBALLS!


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.


Queen: Why didn't I think of that? Oh, because it's suicide.


Slim: That's no way to speak to a lady.
Francis: I heard that, you twig.


Francis: SO. Bein' a ladybug automatically makes me a girl. Is that it, fly boy?
Fly: Cripes! She's a guy!


Slim: [dryly] Tra-la-la-la-la. Spring is in the air, and I am 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 pole, the broom, the stick... a *splinter*!
P.T. Flea: You're a walking stick. It's funny! Now go!
Slim: You parasite.


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


[two mosquitoes fly near a bug zapper; one flies towards it, as if in a trance]
Mosquito #1: Larry, no! Don't look at the light!
Mosquito #2: [entranced] I-can't-help-it. It's-so-beautiful.
[Larry gets zapped, falls]
Mosquito #2: Woo hoo!


Flik: I just wanted to help.
Mr. Soil: Then help us; DON'T help us.


Princess Atta: You don't think I've offended the warriors, do you?
Flik: *You*? No!
Princess Atta: [sighs] Good. You see, when you first brought them here, I'd thought you'd hired a bunch of clowns!
Flik: [Voice suddenly higher] You *did*?
[laughs nervously]
Flik: .


Princess Atta: I think I'll go check on the bird...
[exists 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 bug's, who have knowing smiles on their faces]
Flik: she went the wrong... what?


Queen: You've got a lot of spunk kid, but no one's gonna help a bunch of ants.


Francis: Stand back, ye flies! We are the bravest warriors in all of Bugdom.
Flik: Warrior bugs.
Francis: My sword.
[Grabs Slim and brandishes him like a sword]
Slim: [dryly] Swish, swish. Clang, clang.
Francis: Little John, cover me.
Heimlich: What ho, Robin! Justice is my sword and truth shall be my quiver.


[Dot gets a rock]
Dot: Pretend it's a seed, okay?
Flik: Thanks, Dot.
Francis: What's with the rock?
Slim: Must be an ant thing.


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


[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 and Roll: You fired!


Tuck and Roll: [the circus gang are all sat in a bar, disheartened after being fired]
Tuck and Roll: You're fired! You fired! You fireeeeeed!
Rosie: [in disgust] Oh, will you *shut up*?


[the ants watch as Heimlich gets stuck during the bird attack]
Princess Atta: The caterpillar is using himself as live bait.
Mr. Soil: How brave!
Heimlich: [as bird looms over him] Aaaaaaaaah!


Hopper: Where do you get the gall to do this to me?
Flik: You... you were going to squish the queen.
[all the ants gasp]
Dot: It's true.
Hopper: I hate it when someone gives away the ending.


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 enough food for themselves and you. So who is the weaker species? Ants don't serve grasshoppers! It's you who need us! We are a lot stronger than you say we are... And you know it, don't you?


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


Manny: Now you listen to me. I have made a career out of being a failure, and you, sir, are not a failure.


Rosie: So that's how my twelfth husband died. So, now I'm a widow. Well, I've always been a black widow, so now I'm a black widow widow.


Manny: Utilizing psychic vibrations, I will choose the perfect volunteer.
Molt: Oh, oh, oh, oh! Pick me! Pick me! C'mon, I'm asking you with my brain.


Flik: Hopper is afraid of birds!
Francis: [after being vigorously pursued by a bird] And I don't blame him!


Slim: Francis, you're making the maggots cry.


[Rosie realizes that the mural the Blueberries drew is that of a brutal battle between the grasshoppers and the circus bugs]
Rosie: Wow. Look at the beautiful colors of... the blood.


Slim: [whispers] Francis, your boyfriends from the circus are here!


Francis: Hey, turn your butt off!


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.


Hopper: Do you think I'm stupid?
Princess Atta: [faintly] No
Hopper: Do I look stupid to you?


Slim: Say, how many roaches does it take to screw in a light bulb? Can't tell. As soon as the light comes on, they scatter.


Hopper: You think this is over?
Flik: No, no, Hopper! I can explain!
Hopper: All your little stunt did was buy them time.
Flik: No, no, please!
Hopper: I'll get more grasshoppers and come back next summer, 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: Well, where is it? Where's my *food*?


Hopper: Not one ant sleeps until we get every scrap of food on this island!
Molt: Better do what he says. You don't want to make him mad, believe me.


Fly: Hey, cutie! Wanna pollinate with a real bug?


Flik: Hello kids! Ready to make some grasshoppers cry?
Dot: It's payback time... Blueberry style!
Lead Blueberry Scout: Blueberries rock!


Bug Bus: Making all stops to the septic tank, including standing water, empty bean can and dead rat!


Tuck: It's a bird! It's a bird!
Tuck and Roll: Tweet, tweet! Tweet, tweet!
Gypsy: [gasping] HUUUH!