[ant's P.O.V.:]
Dewey: Good night, Dad.
Hal: Dewey, I-I know it's just an expression, and I'm a mature person, so if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it.
Dewey: Thanks for understanding.
Hal: Well, I love you! But guess what? [to ants] I don't love you! And you! And I don't love you or you or you! And I especially don't love you! And you love! Don't try to get away! [sprays bug spray] [coughs] If you just love I-I hate [coughing] [weakly] Oh, no.
Dewey: [returns] Dad, we need more toothpaste. Dad? Dad, wake up! Get out of there! Dad! [drags Hal away from the cabinet] Dad! Get up! Get up, please! Don't die, Dad. I love you! [Hal coughs] I love you, Dad!
Hal: [gasps] Are they dead? Am I dead? Well, I- I- I passed out. I- How did you pull me all the way over here?
Dewey: I guess 'cause I'm bigger.
Hal: [laughs] Oh, good. Thank you, son. You saved my life. I love you.
Dewey: I love you, Dad.
[Dewey squishes the ant]