A Bug's Life Quotes

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?
[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: [gasps] Remember ma!
[Hopper punches the wrong grasshopper]

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.

[first lines]
Ant #1: [gasps] No, no, no, Oh, no. Oh, no.
[a leaf falls in front of one of the worker ants in the food line]
Ant #1: I'm lost! Where's the line? It just went away. What do I do?
Ant #2: Help!
Ant: 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.
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.

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?

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!

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.