I was an Elizabethan fruit fly.

Sticks of sugar-coated fruits flying out when I kick

Heart of a lion, bladder of a fruit fly.

Well, he's okay like a fruit fly's okay.

Well, he's okay like a fruit fly's okay.

Which means... ...sleeping fruit fly dream of banana!

Which means: sleeping fruit fly dream of banana...

I'd better talk to him. He's about to go full fruit fly.

When drosophila [fruit fly] lose contact from the ground... ...they fly! It is instinct.

Fruit fly, huh? So, what's it like, having such a short life cycle? It's great, mister!