You have to love those natural disasters, Wally. Rotting carcasses everywhere, and I, the fly, get to breed and feast, and breed, and feast, and... It's beautiful, this nature thing, don't you think, Wally? Cleansing decay brings about balance, and we grow.

How come you aren’t crying? Aren't you supposed to be crying, since you care so much? It's really just filler, just entertainment, isn't it, Wally? Time for more breeding.