Ants are social insects of the family Formicidae ( /fɔrˈmɪsɨdiː/) and, along with the related wasps and bees, belong to the order Hymenoptera. Ants evolved from wasp-like ancestors in the mid-Cretaceous period between 110 and 130 million years ago and diversified after the rise of flowering plants. More than 12,500 out of an estimated total of 22,000 species have been classified. They are easily identified by their elbowed antennae and a distinctive node-like structure that forms a slender waist.
Ants form colonies that range in size from a few dozen predatory individuals living in small natural cavities to highly organised colonies which may occupy large territories and consist of millions of individuals. These larger colonies consist mostly of sterile wingless females forming castes of "workers", "soldiers", or other specialised groups. Nearly all ant colonies also have some fertile males called "drones" and one or more fertile females called "queens". The colonies are sometimes described as superorganisms because the ants appear to operate as a unified entity, collectively working together to support the colony.
Michael Kirk Douglas (born September 25, 1944) is an American actor and producer, primarily in movies and television. He has won three Golden Globes and two Academy Awards; as producer of 1975's Best Picture, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and as Best Actor in 1987 for his role in Wall Street. Douglas received the AFI Life Achievement Award in 2009. He is the eldest of actor Kirk Douglas's four sons.
Douglas was born in New Brunswick, New Jersey, the first child of actor Kirk Douglas and Bermudian-born actress Diana Dill. His paternal grandparents were Jewish immigrants from Gomel in Belarus (at that time a part of the Russian Empire). His mother was from Devonshire Parish, Bermuda; Douglas's maternal grandfather, Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Melville Dill, served as Attorney General of Bermuda and was commanding officer of the Bermuda Militia Artillery. Douglas has a younger brother, Joel Douglas (born 1947), and two paternal half-brothers, Peter Douglas (born 1955) and Eric Douglas (1958–2004), from stepmother Anne Buydens.
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The life of Raimond Valgre, an Estonian songwriter of the 1930s and the 1940s, the political changes of his land and his life after war when his songs were considered not suitable for the Soviet way of life.
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Two boys are scheduled to leave for college in the morning. Each has his own doubts. They spend a final evening cruising the strip and have every adventure possible before dawn when they will each have to decide what they will do.
Keywords: 1955-chevrolet, 1960s, adolescence, adolescent-romance, airliner, airplane, airport, ambiguous-title, americana, angst
...is back! [1978 Re-release]
Where were you in '62?
Carol: [to John] Oh, race him. You can beat him.
Bob Falfa: Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!::John Milner: You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!::Bob Falfa: Hey I've been lookin' all over for ya man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya?::John Milner: Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards.::Bob Falfa: Hey you're s'posed to be the fastest thing in the Valley man, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car! I'm sorta' embarrassed to be this close to ya!::John Milner: Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car!::Bob Falfa: Field car? What's a field car?::John Milner: A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.::Bob Falfa: Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there, man. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green ain't it?::John Milner: Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires!::Bob Falfa: Well at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by man.::John Milner: Oh ho, funny!
Carol: [to Falfa] Your car is uglier than I am! [both John and Falfa look at her oddly] Uh... that didn't come out right.
Debbie Dunham: Peel out, I just love it when guys peel out.
Curt Henderson: Listen, I still gotta find that blonde.
Carol: Gee, thanks. It's just like a ring or something. It's like were going steady.
XERB Disc Jockey: Get your bugaloos out baby! The Wolfman is everywhere.
Bob Falfa: [singing] Some enchanted evening / You will see a stranger / You will see a stranger / Across a crowded room / And somehow you'll know / That she is the one...
Old Man: Sicker 'n' a dog, that's for sure.
Vic: Hey Deb, How's my soft baby?::Debbie Dunham: Come on, beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.::Vic: Aw, come on honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy.::Debbie Dunham: Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose.::Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein?::Debbie Dunham: Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows.::Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have...::Vic: Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich?::Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck.::Vic: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut.::Vic: [pauses]::Vic: Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up.::Debbie Dunham: I won't be home.::Debbie Dunham: [lights a match and throws it at him as he makes an obscene gesture at her]::Debbie Dunham: Get out of here.::Terry Fields: You seem to know a lot of weird guys.::Debbie Dunham: That creep's not a friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. That's why I like you, you're different.::Terry Fields: I am? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent?::Debbie Dunham: Yeah, and I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew.::[she puts her arm around him, leans over and kisses him]::Debbie Dunham: Yeah.::Terry Fields: Brew?::Debbie Dunham: Yeah.::Terry Fields: You mean liquor. Yeah, yeah right, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.::[starts the car, backs up and pulls out of Mel's Drive-in]
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Donald spills some sugar on his sidewalk, and soon the ants are in complete control of his home, stealing the cake he was baking, building a pipeline from his maple syrup to their hill, and causing general mayhem.
Keywords: 1950s, african-tribe, ant, anthropomorphic-animal, anthropomorphism, bird, cartoon-ant, cartoon-bird, cartoon-duck, cartoon-insect
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Donald is preparing a little picnic when he sees some ants passing by. He decides to tease one, ultimately by piling lots of food onto it. The ant eventually stumbles, but realizes Donald is sitting on a veritable gold mine. He rallies his fellow ants, and while Donald is napping, they cart him to a cliff and drop him into the river. When he returns to the raid in progress, he finds himself powerless to stop it. He dynamites the ant hill, but that only separates the ledge he's standing on, and he finds himself in the river again as the ants finish off a cupcake.
Keywords: 1940s, ant, ant-hill, anthropomorphic-animal, anthropomorphic-insect, anthropomorphism, bird, cake, camping, cartoon-ant
Ant: Hongola Bongola!
Donald Duck: [Donald has accidentally lit up a fuse that leads to his car's gas tank] Heh, heh... bye-bye.
Mister of course
AKA of course we can pause
In the sleep walk
Of doin the rock
The days I be out___
I'm feelin a little groggy
But yeah I remember now
What? Back to the hunt
The individually wrapped servants now
Suck the fuckin' life out of ‘em!
Packaging we need more packaging
Computers computers please
All the robots are walking now
Back in the swing of things
They sing for the distraction it brings
I flap my jaws cuz I'm the one
Who works the crap outta these things
Fuck ‘em. Every day's my birthday
I'll make and break these insects
Then I send them on their way
Pay me. Hoping flip the switch
And some more ___
We squeeze the peoples
Till the loose stools flies out
They go without I go with
Coffee, teas and grabbin' a slice of cake
I make these ___ little emcees
And fill ‘em up great
Ha, keep working
The big return is comin'
Just keep on marchin' kid
Just keep on marchin' kid
(Chorus)
It's movin' inch by inch
It's movin' grain after grain
Movin' one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Inch by inch
Moving grain after grain
Moving one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that's it
Hop on top of a silo
I'm screaming out for survival
I'm face to face with my rivals
My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!)
Down in that ant hole
You can follow disorder
Put a stop to production
All soldiers across the border
And boarded up tenements
Residents they're spendin' and send ‘em with
She smoked her life away
Lady the baby's innocent
So, don't ever go against the grain
Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame
Of mind a changing time you spent
She like: I ain't chaning mine
Well I can't worry ‘bout your money
You can stay behind
You're closed minded
You can't see through the opening
I'm from the home of more rednecks
Than bowling pins
Inches by inches
We're swimmin' down through the trenches
The room will fill up with tension
The instant we hit the entrance
The black army ant
Just watch you can't get rid of me
Loud in your crowd
Like Mussolini in Italy
I wanna see straight
into your eyes
just for another second
'cause i need to talk to someone...noone
I've never been so full of nothing
never been so tired
'cause something all around is wrong...what's wrong?
i'm muddling along my way
just...
i'm feeling a cold distress
just...
ditch water all around
My sun is burning my first skin
new day is coming.
Inside my head moving in circle
ten little ants and me in the middle
Sun! Become your sun!
Everything is over! over! over!
Sun!
Become your sun!
Everything is over! over! over!
All the time i've spent rolling on and on
Worried about my ants!
'Cause i'm a criminal
criminal for
that kind of people that see you as a freak of nature
nature's wild
when the culture fails...fat
as the man closely connected to his faith
i don't know!
i...i feel
something all around is wrong
what's wrong?
i'm muddling along my way
just...
i'm feeling a cold distress
just...
ditch water all around
My sun is burning my first skin
a new day is coming.
Inside my head moving in circle
ten little ants and me in the middle
Sun! Become your sun!
Everything is over! over! over!
Sun!
Become your sun!
Everything is over! over! over!
Worried about my ants!
they're so little and prickly
i wanna see my fears regurgitated!
Worried about my ants!
In disguise they are moving inside my head!
Rolling on and on and on...
Rolling on and on...
Inside my head moving in circle
ten little ants...i rest in the middle!
Sun! Become your sun!
Everything is over! over! over!
Sun!
Become your sun!
Everything is over! over! over!
All the time i've spent rolling on and on
I am a point in the sky
A star in a constellation
I am all you see
I am Orion's eyes
A towering giant's sight
Me being of mammoth's size
This comes as no surprise
I see all I've created
From my colossus stance
I watch as my investment
Is swarmed by the busy ants
They'll carry ten times their weight
If it means landing the deal
They'll eat what's not on their plate
If it means a full meal
Shine down on us now
Wash our hands clean
Lord knows they're filthy
Blackened with greed
Please be our Savior
Great deity
Well if you can't save us
Can this money?
I see all I've created
From my colossus stance
I watch as my investment
Is swarmed by the busy ants
They'll carry ten times their weight
If it means landing the deal
They'll eat what's not on their plate
If it means a full meal
Few have cut their strings
And risked it all to chase
Their dreams
Most seek the quick buck
The perfect tan
The easy fuck
Pay for their promotion
They stay in line
They please the queen
They wait their turn
Climb the hill
At all costs, avoid the pain
With my titan feet I could
End it with just one step
You cannot dodge agony
If all ten tons of it
Comes stomping
Down on you at once
Like a bullet to the brain
From my monster height
A healthy walk I contemplate
I see all I've created
From my colossus stance
I watch as my investment
Is swarmed by the busy ants
They'll carry ten times their weight
If it means landing the deal
They'll eat what's not on their plate
Feel like you're flying
Higher than any plane.
Nobody knows you
And everyone knows your name.
Talk in third person
As if you're someone else.
Pockets are breaking
From an overflow of wealth.
From up here where I stand
A speck of dust I see.
And though I love you all
You look like ants to me.
Feel like you're falling
No one can understand.
Fear overtaking
Like a giant in the land.
Path is obstructed
Clouds you can't see through.
Vision is failing
Lacking a Godly view.
Flying up above it all
Falling reminds me just how small.
Antfan, there's no need to feel down
I said Antfan, cos' we ain't been around
I said Antfan, there's no others in town
Who can do the things that we do
Antfan, there's a place you can go
I said Antfan, called the Antmusic Show
I said go there, to Adam and the Ants
They can make you start new romance
It's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.
It's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.
Put on a kilt, dye your hair green
And dance the Zerox-Machine
A.N.T.S. it's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.
Put on your paint
And hold up your head
Till all the though men drop dead
Antfan, I was once in your shoes
So tired and fed up with the blues
So I went and got me a sound
And we called that sound Antmusic
No band does it just like we do
I said no band gets to satisfy you
Go there to the Adam and the Ants
They can make you start new romance
Antfan what do you want to be
Nowhere or an Ant just like me
You can go there to Adam and the Ants