Antz Page #2

CLOSE on a clump of DIRT being passed from hand to hand.

PULL OUT TO REVEAL

AZTECA, a feisty, cynical, female worker ant, who stands

there, waiting to pass the dirt on. Z is daydreaming behind

her, with clumps of dirt starting to pile up in front of him.

AZTECA:

Hello?! Earth to Z! You better snap

out of it, or there's gonna be a lot

of pissed off ants!

Z looks back, and sees the ants behind staring at him angrily.

Z:

(snapping out of it)

Sorry Azteca. Here you go, fellas!

Fresh dirt! Alley oop!

(looking at the dirt)

Shouldn't we be wearing gloves? I

mean this dirt is very...dirty.

Doesn't anyone think of hygiene?

(Z's stomach growls)

Boy am I hungry. I'm so hungry I'm

seeing double. It looks like there's

two million ants in here. When's

lunch? Tomorrow, or the day after?

AZTECA:

(sweetly)

Z, old pal...

(shouts)

SHUT UP!!! It's bad enough there's

a food shortage without you

complaining about it every day.

Z:

The squeaky wheel gets the oil.

AZTECA:

No, Z. The squeaky wheel gets thrown

away, alright? You're a good ant, Z,

even though you are a pain in my rear-

segment. I don't wanna see

anything happen to you. So quit

mouthing off, before you get in

trouble.

A WHISTLE BLOWS.

Z:

Thank goodness. Breaktime.

All the ants put down their tools. A beat. Then the WHISTLE

BLOWS AGAIN. All the ants pick up their tools again.

AZTECA:

(resigned)

Break's over.

Z:

(getting back to work)

This colony needs another tunnel like

a hole in the ground. Why are we

even digging this thing?

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