Antz (1998)

Bala: Labor? What you YOU know about labor? How would YOU feel if you were expected to give birth every 10 seconds for the rest of your life?

Bala: Z's dead. Colonel Cutter: Dead? Well... he was an ant with ideas. Too bad for him.

General Mandible: Seal up the doors. Cutter, did you hear me? Colonel Cutter: Sir, I've been thinking. Do we need to go through with this? Look at what these workers have done. They've got the right stuff. Isn't there any other way? General Mandible: Cutter, you're a fine officer. You have discipline, courage, ability... but you seem to have a weakness for the lower orders that I find disturbing. Now, are you with me?

Z-4195: There you have it: your basic boy-meets-girl, boy-likes-girl, boy-changes-the-underlying-social-order story.

Z-4195: Why'd I have to be born a worker? You soldiers get all the glory. Plus, you get to go out in the world. You know, you meet interesting insects; you get to kill them. Weaver: Yeah, but you get to spend all day with those beautiful worker girls. Z-4195: Weaver, they're CAREER girls. They're obsessed with digging.

Z: Wow, the whole colony is here. Hey, that guy owes me money!

Ladybug: This tastes like crap. Beetle: Really? Let me try. Hey, it is crap! Not bad.

Bala: Excuse me. I guess you didn't recognize me. I've been traveling, and I'm all... schlumpy.

Z: I'm supposed to do everything for the colony? What about my needs?

Princess Bala: Worker, climb that tree and tell me where I am!

Z: I've got to believe there's someplace better for me. Otherwise I'll just curl up into a larval position and weep. -

Weaver: You da ant!

Z: I think everything must go back to the fact that I had a very anxious childhood. You know, my--my mother never had time for me. You know, when you're--when you're the middle child in a family of five million, you don't get any attention.

Azteca: What happened to Z? Weaver: He's... taking a personal day, so I'm filling in. Azteca: [admiring] You fill in any more and you'll explode.

Bala: I've been kidnapped by the village idiot.

Bala: Oh, good. Here they come to rescue me... and to kill you.