Azteca: Now you're getting it. After all, it's not about you. It's about us, the team. It's about this.
Z: Ah...Giant hole in the ground?
Soldier worker: Ok, people are we feeling good?
Ants: YEAH!!

General Mandible: We declared war.
Princess Bala: Declared war. Talk about a rough day.

Weaver: We're the lords of the earth.

Z: Lunatic at 3 o'clock.

Ant: You got to watch that aggressive behavior buddy.
Weaver: He's just a worker.

Barbados: Come on. Let's go kick some termit butt.

General Mandible: Good, I don't like heros.

Bala: I've been kidnapped by the village idiot.
Z: Who's the bigger idiot? The idiot or the idiot who gets kidnapped by the idiot?

Z: Do you really wanna be Mrs. Raving Lunatic?

Chip: It's even worse. They're Euro trash.

Z: *seeing a penny* Who the hell is that?

Magot: This stuff tastes like crap.
Magot #2: Really. Let me try some. Hey it is crap. Not bad.

Bala: I'm a princess, damn it.

Z: Every worker in the colony is here. Hey wait a minute that guy owes me money.

General: What the hell is that?
Cutter: I believe that's the weak element, sir.

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: You fill in any more and you'll explode.

Bala: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Z: Well, maybe, then again, maybe not, and then again.... "yowch."
Bala: That's it! You're the guy from the bar.
Z: Shhh!
Queen: Bar? What bar?
Bala: I... danced with this guy at the bar the other night. He was just a worker, then.
Queen: What were you doing at a bar?
General Mandible: Precisely what I want to know.
Bala: No! This isn't about me. I mean, Look at this worker. Look what he's done.
Z: I think -- I think you're thinking of someone else. After all, I am a soldier.
Bala: Exactly. You WERE a worker, but now you're a war hero.
Queen: He's a worker?
General Mandible: A worker danced with my fiance?
Z: F-fiance? Hey, w-wait a minute. Th-this is not how it looks. I-I can explain this... hey, SHE was the one making all the moves!

Bala: Don't you get it? I chose you because you were the most pathetic bug in the joint.
Z: You know, I was going to let you become a part of my most erotic fantasies, but now you can just write it off.

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

Z: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.

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: 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: Weaver, they're CAREER girls. They're obsessed with digging.