Z: I guess you prefer old Blood and Guts, huh? His idea of a romantic date is two seats at a public execution. Boy, you sure chose the right husband.
Bala: For your information, the general and I are deeply, deeply in... in... engaged.
Z: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
Colonel Cutter: Attack a termite colony? That's suicide.
General Mandible: Exactly.
Chip: Oh, please, Muffy. Not another crusade.
Z: Who the hell is that?
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?
Queen: Everyone has their place, Bala. You, the soldiers, the workers... Oh, it's not all that bad being princess, is it? Would you prefer to be carting around dirt all day?
Bala: Oh, Mother, don't be so dramatic.
Weaver: Don't you want your aphid beer?
Z: Call me crazy, but I have a thing about drinking from the anus of another creature.
Mosquito: What if, like, we're just these tiny things... and we're just, like, part of this whole other huge universe... that's, like, so big we don't even know it exists?
Ladybug: Man, that is so deep.
Z: Yes, yes, I understand. I dropped the ball.
Z: Wow, every worker in the colony is here. Hey, wait a minute. That guy owes me money.
Bala: Z, I've gotta help my Mom.
Z: Don't worry, I know almost exactly what I'm doing.
Colonel Cutter: Time stands still for no ant.
Ladybug: This tastes just like crap.
Beetle: Really? Let me try some. Hey, it is crap. Not bad.
Princess Bala: Look, What's-Your-Name, climb that tree and tell me where I am.
General Mandible: You're an ant after my own heart, an ant who looks death in the face and laughs.
Z: Actually, I generally just make belittling comments and snicker behind death's back.
Z: Will you calm down? You're not going to let a little near-death experience ruin your mood, are you?
Azteca: All we are saying is give Z a chance.
Princess Bala: I sure hope you know what you're doing.
Z: Yeah, me too.
Answer: It seems there are cases where smaller ants are soldiers, and larger ones are workers. Remember the workers didn't seem to care that Weaver was huge and muscular.