A Bug's Life1998

Flik:
[suavely] Hey, don't worry! The colony is in good hands! Bye, now.

[An ants cheering]

Flik:
[breathes in] All right. Hey, fellas. Beautiful morning, huh?

Grub:
[Sliding down a clover. Reed follows] My dad says he gives you one hour before you come back to the island crying.

Flik:
Does he now?

Reed:
My dad doesn't think that.

Flik:
He doesn't, huh?

Reed:
Nah, he's betting you're gonna die.

Flik:
Oh.

Reed:
Yeah, he says if the heat doesn't get you, the birds will.

Dot:
Well, I think he's gonna make it.

Reed:
Nobody asked you, Your Royal Shortness.

Grub:
Yeah, Dot. What do you know?

Flik:
Hey, hey, hey. Ease up, all right? Come on. She's entitled to her opinion, too. Ohh...

Grub:
So go, already. Hey!

Reed:
The city's that way!

Flik:
I know.

Reed:
You're supposed to look for bugs, not dandelions!

Dot:
You leave him alone. He knows what he's doing.

Flik:
That's right! Here I go! For the colony and for oppressed ants everywhere! Whoa...

Dot:
Wow!

Flik:
Hey!

Dot:
Bye, Flik!

Flik:
Wow. Whoa!

Dot:
Good luck, Flik!

Flik:
Bye! [pained grunt]

Dot:
Flik!

Flik:
[muffled] I'm okay!

Reed:
Your dad's right. He's gonna die.

Dot:
You just watch. He's gonna get the bestest, roughest bugs you've ever seen!