Wow, every worker in the colony is here. Hey, wait a minute. That guy owes me money.
I've got to believe there's someplace better for me. Otherwise I'll just curl up into a larval position and weep.
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.
Will you calm down? You're not going to let a little near-death experience ruin your mood, are you?
Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
There you have it: your average boy-meets-girl, boy-likes-girl, boy-changes-the-underlying-social-order story.
Handling dirt is not my idea of a rewarding career.
Okay, I've gotta give myself a positive attitude. A good attitude even though I'm utterly insignificant. I'm, I'm insignificant... but with attitude.
Nothing like a little post-traumatic stress disorder to make your day complete.
And, y'know, I finally feel like I've found my place. And you know what? It's right back where I started. But the difference is, this time I chose it.
We rebuilt the colony; better than before, because now we have a very large indoor swimming pool.
Think about it, Bala. Do you really want to be Mrs. Raving Lunatic?
Worker, climb that tree and tell me where I am.
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?