Earthworm: She won’t be coming down here with the spray. She’ll be coming down here with a shovel. It happened to my brother. Split him right down the middle. Now I have two half-brothers.
Earthworm: It’s not dirt, but it tastes good.
Spider: Mmmmm. Better than ladybugs.
Spider: Excuse me.
The Grasshopper: He’s comitted pesticide!
The Centipede: Why don’t skeletons play music in church? Because they got no organs.
Earthworm: The sun’s so hot! I’m fried!
James: Excuse me sir, can you tell me where the Empire State Building is?
Man: You’re on top of it, kid.
James: I can’t remember what fun is for.