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According to all known laws
of aviation,
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there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
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Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
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The bee, of course, flies anyway
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because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
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Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
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Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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Coming!
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Hang on a second.
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Hello?
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- Barry?
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- Adam?
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- Can you believe this is happening?
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- I can't. I'll pick you up.
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Looking sharp.
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Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
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Sorry. I'm excited.
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Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
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A perfect report card, all B's.
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Very proud.
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Ma! I got a thing going here.
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- You got lint on your fuzz.
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- Ow! That's me!
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- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
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- Bye!
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Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
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- Hey, Adam.
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- Hey, Barry.
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- Is that fuzz gel?
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- A little. Special day, graduation.
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Never thought I'd make it.
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Three days grade school,
three days high school.
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Those were awkward.
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Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
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You did come back different.
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- Hi, Barry.
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- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
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- Hear about Frankie?
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- Yeah.
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- You going to the funeral?
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- No, I'm not going.
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Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
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Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
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I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
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I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
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That's why we don't need vacations.
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Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.
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- Well, Adam, today we are men.
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- We are!
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- Bee-men.
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- Amen!
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Hallelujah!
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Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
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please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
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Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...
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...9:15.
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That concludes our ceremonies.
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And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
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Will we pick our job today?
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I heard it's just orientation.
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Heads up! Here we go.
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Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
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- Wonder what it'll be like?
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- A little scary.
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Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
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and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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This is it!
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Wow.
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Wow.
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We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
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to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
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Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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Our top-secret formula
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is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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into this soothing sweet syrup
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with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...
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Honey!
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- That girl was hot.
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- She's my cousin!
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- She is?
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- Yes, we're all cousins.
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- Right. You're right.
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- At Honex, we constantly strive
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to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
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These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
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- What do you think he makes?
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- Not enough.
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Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.
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- What does that do?
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- Oatches that little strand of honey
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that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.
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Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
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Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know
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that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.
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But choose carefully
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because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.
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The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.
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What's the difference?
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You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off
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in 27 million years.
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So you'll just work us to death?
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We'll sure try.
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Wow! That blew my mind!
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"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?
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One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.
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I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.
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But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?
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Why would you question anything?
We're bees.
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We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.
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You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?
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Like what? Give me one example.
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I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.
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Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.
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Wait a second. Oheck it out.
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- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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- Wow.
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I've never seen them this close.
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They know what it's like
outside the hive.
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Yeah, but some don't come back.
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- Hey, Jocks!
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- Hi, Jocks!
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You guys did great!
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You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
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- I wonder where they were.
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- I don't know.
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Their day's not planned.
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Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.
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You can't just decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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Right.
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Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.
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Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.
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Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?
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Distant. Distant.
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Look at these two.
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- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
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- Let's have fun with them.
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It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.
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Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!
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He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!
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- Oh, my!
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- I never thought I'd knock him out.
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What were you doing during this?
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Trying to alert the authorities.
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I can autograph that.
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A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?
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Yeah. Gusty.
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We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.
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- Six miles, huh?
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- Barry!
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A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.
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- Maybe I am.
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- You are not!
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We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?
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I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.
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Hey, Honex!
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Dad, you surprised me.
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You decide what you're interested in?
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- Well, there's a lot of choices.
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- But you only get one.
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Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?
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Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.
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You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.
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You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,
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maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.
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You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?
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That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.
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Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!
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- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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- I'm not trying to be funny.
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You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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- You're gonna be a stirrer?
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- No one's listening to me!
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Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.
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Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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I'm so proud.
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- We're starting work today!
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- Today's the day.
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Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
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Yeah, right.
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Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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- Is it still available?
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- Hang on. Two left!
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One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.
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- What'd you get?
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- Picking crud out. Stellar!
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Wow!
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Oouple of newbies?
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Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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Make your choice.
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- You want to go first?
- No, you go.
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Oh, my. What's available?
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Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.
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- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
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- Sure, you're on.
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I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
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Wax monkey's always open.
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The Krelman opened up again.
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What happened?
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A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.
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Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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Oh, this is so hard!
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Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
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humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
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mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?
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Barry!
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All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...
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What happened to you?
Where are you?
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- I'm going out.
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- Out? Out where?
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- Out there.
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- Oh, no!
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I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
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You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
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Another call coming in.
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If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd
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that gets their roses today.
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Hey, guys.
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- Look at that.
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- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
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Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
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It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
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Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
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Sign here, here. Just initial that.
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- Thank you.
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- OK.
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You got a rain advisory today,
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and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.
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So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,
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hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.
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Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.
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Murphy's in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!
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- That's awful.
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- And a reminder for you rookies,
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bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!
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All right, launch positions!
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Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
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Black and yellow!
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Hello!
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You ready for this, hot shot?
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Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
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Wind, check.
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- Antennae, check.
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- Nectar pack, check.
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- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.
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Scared out of my shorts, check.
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OK, ladies,
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let's move it out!
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Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!
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All of you, drain those flowers!
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Wow! I'm out!
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I can't believe I'm out!
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So blue.
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I feel so fast and free!
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Box kite!
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Wow!
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Flowers!
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This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.
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Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
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Roses!
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30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
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Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.
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That is one nectar collector!
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- Ever see pollination up close?
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- No, sir.
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I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
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a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.
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That's amazing. Why do we do that?
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That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
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Oool.
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I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
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Oopy that visual.
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Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.
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Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?
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Affirmative.
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That was on the line!
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This is the coolest. What is it?
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I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
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It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.
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Yeah, fuzzy.
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Ohemical-y.
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Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
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My sweet lord of bees!
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Oandy-brain, get off there!
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Problem!
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- Guys!
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- This could be bad.
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Affirmative.
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Very close.
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Gonna hurt.
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Mama's little boy.
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You are way out of position, rookie!
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Homing in at you like a missile!
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Help me!
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I don't think these are flowers.
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- Should we tell him?
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- I think he knows.
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What is this?!
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Match point!
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You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to eat it!
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Yowser!
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Gross.
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There's a bee in the car!
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- Do something!
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- I'm driving!
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- Hi, bee.
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- He's back here!
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He's going to sting me!
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Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze!
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He blinked!
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Spray him, Granny!
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What are you doing?!
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Wow... the tension level
out here is unbelievable.
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I gotta get home.
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Can't fly in rain.
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Can't fly in rain.
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Can't fly in rain.
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Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
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Ken, could you close
the window please?
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Check out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.
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You see? Folds out.
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Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
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What was that?
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Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This...
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Drapes!
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That is diabolical.
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It's fantastic. It's got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
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What's number one? Star Wars?
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Nah, I don't go for that...
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...kind of stuff.
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No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
They're out of their minds.
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When I leave a job interview, they're
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
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There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
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I don't remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.
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I predicted global warming.
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I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.
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Wait! Stop! Bee!
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Stand back. These are winter boots.
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Wait!
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Don't kill him!
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You know I'm allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!
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Why does his life have
less value than yours?
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Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?
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I'm just saying all life has value. You
don't know what he's capable of feeling.
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My brochure!
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There you go, little guy.
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I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing.
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Put that on your resume brochure.
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My whole face could puff up.
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Make it one of your special skills.
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Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.
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Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
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- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
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- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
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- You could put carob chips on there.
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- Bye.
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- Supposed to be less calories.
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- Bye.
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I gotta say something.
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She saved my life.
I gotta say something.
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All right, here it goes.
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Nah.
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What would I say?
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I could really get in trouble.
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It's a bee law.
You're not supposed to talk to a human.
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I can't believe I'm doing this.
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I've got to.
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Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
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No. Yes. No.
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Do it. I can't.
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How should I start it?
"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
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Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
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Hi!
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I'm sorry.
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- You're talking.
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- Yes, I know.
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You're talking!
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I'm so sorry.
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No, it's OK. It's fine.
I know I'm dreaming.
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But I don't recall going to bed.
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Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.
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This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you're a bee!
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I am. And I'm not supposed
to be doing this,
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but they were all trying to kill me.
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And if it wasn't for you...
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I had to thank you.
It's just how I was raised.
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That was a little weird.
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- I'm talking with a bee.
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- Yeah.
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I'm talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!
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I just want to say I'm grateful.
I'll leave now.
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- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
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- What?
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The talking thing.
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Same way you did, I guess.
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
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- That's very funny.
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- Yeah.
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Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
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Anyway...
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Can I...
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...get you something?
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- Like what?
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I don't know. I mean...
I don't know. Coffee?
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I don't want to put you out.
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It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
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- It's just coffee.
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- I hate to impose.
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- Don't be ridiculous!
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- Actually, I would love a cup.
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Hey, you want rum cake?
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- I shouldn't.
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- Have some.
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- No, I can't.
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- Come on!
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I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
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- Where?
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- These stripes don't help.
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You look great!
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I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.
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Are you all right?
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No.
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He's making the tie in the cab
as they're flying up Madison.
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He finally gets there.
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He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.
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And he says, "Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.
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Why would I marry a watermelon?"
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Is that a bee joke?
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That's the kind of stuff we do.
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Yeah, different.
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So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
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About work? I don't know.
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I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can't do it the way they want.
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I know how you feel.
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- You do?
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- Sure.
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My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
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- Really?
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- My only interest is flowers.
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Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.
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Anyway, if you look...
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There's my hive right there. See it?
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You're in Sheep Meadow!
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Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
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No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.
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- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
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- Why not?
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- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
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- Maybe I'll try that.
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- You all right, ma'am?
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- Oh, yeah. Fine.
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Just having two cups of coffee!
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Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.
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Yeah, it's no trouble.
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Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
I'd be up the rest of my life.
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Are you...?
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Oan I take a piece of this with me?
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Sure! Here, have a crumb.
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- Thanks!
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- Yeah.
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All right. Well, then...
I guess I'll see you around.
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Or not.
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OK, Barry.
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And thank you
so much again... for before.
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Oh, that? That was nothing.
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Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
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This can't possibly work.
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He's all set to go.
We may as well try it.
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OK, Dave, pull the chute.
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- Sounds amazing.
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- It was amazing!
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It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.
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Humans! I can't believe
you were with humans!
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Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?
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Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
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They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.
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- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
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- Some of them. But some of them don't.
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- How'd you get back?
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- Poodle.
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You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.
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You had your "experience." Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.
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- Well...
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- Well?
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Well, I met someone.
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You did? Was she Bee-ish?
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- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
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- No, no, no, not a wasp.
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- Spider?
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- I'm not attracted to spiders.
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I know it's the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.
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I can't get by that face.
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So who is she?
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She's... human.
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No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break a bee law.
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- Her name's Vanessa.
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- Oh, boy.
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She's so nice. And she's a florist!
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Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
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We're not dating.
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You're flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes
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with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
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She saved my life!
And she understands me.
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This is over!
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Eat this.
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This is not over! What was that?
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- They call it a crumb.
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- It was so stingin' stripey!
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And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls off what they eat!
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- You know what a Cinnabon is?
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- No.
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It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up...
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Sit down!
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...really hot!
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- Listen to me!
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We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them!
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Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?
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There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
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You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!
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- Thinking bee.
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- Thinking bee.
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Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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There he is. He's in the pool.
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You know what your problem is, Barry?
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I gotta start thinking bee?
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How much longer will this go on?
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It's been three days!
Why aren't you working?
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I've got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.
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What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You're barely a bee!
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Would it kill you
to make a little honey?
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Barry, come out.
Your father's talking to you.
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Martin, would you talk to him?
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Barry, I'm talking to you!
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You coming?
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Got everything?
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All set!
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Go ahead. I'll catch up.
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Don't be too long.
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Watch this!
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Vanessa!
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- We're still here.
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- I told you not to yell at him.
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He doesn't respond to yelling!
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- Then why yell at me?
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- Because you don't listen!
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I'm not listening to this.
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Sorry, I've gotta go.
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- Where are you going?
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- I'm meeting a friend.
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A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
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Bye.
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I just hope she's Bee-ish.
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They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?
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To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that's every florist's dream!
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Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.
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A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?
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No. All right, I've got one.
How come you don't fly everywhere?
}
It's exhausting. Why don't you
run everywhere? It's faster.
}
Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.
}
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That's insane!
}
You don't have that?
}
We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
It's a horrible, horrible disease.
}
Oh, my.
}
Dumb bees!
}
You must want to sting all those jerks.
}
We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us.
}
So you have to watch your temper.
}
Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,
}
write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:
}
Anger, jealousy, lust.
}
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
}
Yeah.
}
- What is wrong with you?!
}
- It's a bug.
}
He's not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!
}
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
}
Yeah, it was. How did you know?
}
It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
}
You've really got that
down to a science.
}
- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
}
- I'll bet.
}
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?
}
How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
}
Ray Liotta Private Select?
}
- Is he that actor?
}
- I never heard of him.
}
- Why is this here?
}
- For people. We eat it.
}
You don't have
enough food of your own?
}
- Well, yes.
}
- How do you get it?
}
- Bees make it.
}
- I know who makes it!
}
And it's hard to make it!
}
There's heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!
}
- It's organic.
}
- It's our-ganic!
}
It's just honey, Barry.
}
Just what?!
}
Bees don't know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
}
You've taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!
}
And it's on sale?!
I'm getting to the bottom of this.
}
I'm getting to the bottom
of all of this!
}
Hey, Hector.
}
- You almost done?
}
- Almost.
}
He is here. I sense it.
}
Well, I guess I'll go home now
}
and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.
}
You're busted, box boy!
}
I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!
}
I can talk.
And now you'll start talking!
}
Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier?
}
I don't understand.
I thought we were friends.
}
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!
}
You're too late! It's ours now!
}
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!
}
You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!
}
Where is the honey coming from?
}
Tell me where!
}
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
}
Crazy person!
}
What horrible thing has happened here?
}
These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now
}
they're on the road to nowhere!
}
Just keep still.
}
What? You're not dead?
}
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?
}
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.
}
I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
}
I'm going to Tacoma.
}
- And you?
}
- He really is dead.
}
All right.
}
Uh-oh!
}
- What is that?!
}
- Oh, no!
}
- A wiper! Triple blade!
}
- Triple blade?
}
Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
}
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!
}
How much do you people need to see?!
}
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!
}
From NPR News in Washington,
I'm Carl Kasell.
}
But don't kill no more bugs!
}
- Bee!
}
- Moose blood guy!!
}
- You hear something?
}
- Like what?
}
Like tiny screaming.
}
Turn off the radio.
}
Whassup, bee boy?
}
Hey, Blood.
}
Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.
}
Wow!
}
I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they're getting it.
}
I mean, that honey's ours.
}
- Bees hang tight.
}
- We're all jammed in.
}
It's a close community.
}
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.
}
- What if you get in trouble?
}
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.
}
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
}
At least you're out in the world.
You must meet girls.
}
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.
}
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
}
You got to be kidding me!
}
Mooseblood's about to leave
the building! So long, bee!
}
- Hey, guys!
}
- Mooseblood!
}
I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
}
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it's pretty much pure profit.
}
What is this place?
}
A bee's got a brain
the size of a pinhead.
}
They are pinheads!
}
Pinhead.
}
- Oheck out the new smoker.
}
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
}
The Thomas 3000!
}
Smoker?
}
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
}
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.
}
They make the honey,
and we make the money.
}
"They make the honey,
and we make the money"?
}
Oh, my!
}
What's going on? Are you OK?
}
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
}
Do you know you're
in a fake hive with fake walls?
}
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.
}
This is your queen?
That's a man in women's clothes!
}
That's a drag queen!
}
What is this?
}
Oh, no!
}
There's hundreds of them!
}
Bee honey.
}
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!
}
This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.
}
Oh, Barry, stop.
}
Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That's a rumor.
}
Do these look like rumors?
}
That's a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.
}
How did you get mixed up in this?
}
He's been talking to humans.
}
- What?
}
- Talking to humans?!
}
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!
}
Make out? Barry!
}
We do not.
}
- You wish you could.
}
- Whose side are you on?
}
The bees!
}
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
}
Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?
}
I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!
}
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked
}
your hands were still stirring.
You couldn't stop.
}
I remember that.
}
What right do they have to our honey?
}
We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
}
Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
}
Sting them where it really hurts.
}
In the face! The eye!
}
- That would hurt.
}
- No.
}
Up the nose? That's a killer.
}
There's only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.
}
Hive at Five, the hive's only
full-hour action news source.
}
No more bee beards!
}
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
}
Weather with Storm Stinger.
}
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
}
And Jeanette Ohung.
}
- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
}
- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.
}
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
}
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,
}
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!
}
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
}
we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,
}
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.
}
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
}
Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
from the hive. I can't do this"?
}
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.
}
What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
}
Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
}
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.
}
How old are you?
}
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,
}
which will be the trial
of the bee century.
}
You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.
}
It's a common name. Next week...
}
He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots...
}
Next week...
}
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.
}
Bear Week next week!
They're scary, hairy and here live.
}
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
}
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!
}
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
}
Honey, her backhand's a joke!
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
}
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.
}
- Is that that same bee?
}
- Yes, it is!
}
I'm helping him sue the human race.
}
- Hello.
}
- Hello, bee.
}
This is Ken.
}
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
}
Why does he talk again?
}
Listen, you better go
'cause we're really busy working.
}
But it's our yogurt night!
}
Bye-bye.
}
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
}
You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!
}
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.
}
- Frosting...
}
- How many sugars?
}
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.
}
So why are you helping me?
}
Bees have good qualities.
}
And it takes my mind off the shop.
}
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.
}
Those are great, if you're three.
}
And artificial flowers.
}
- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
}
- Yeah, me too.
}
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
}
Bees must hate those fake things!
}
Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.
}
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.
}
- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
}
- I guess.
}
You sure you want to go through with it?
}
Am I sure? When I'm done with
the humans, they won't be able
}
to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
without paying a royalty!
}
It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,
}
where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,
}
we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.
}
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
}
It's pretty big, isn't it?
}
I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day.
}
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?
}
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.
}
- What's the matter?
}
- I don't know, I just got a chill.
}
Well, if it isn't the bee team.
}
You boys work on this?
}
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
}
All right. Oase number 4475,
}
Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
}
is now in session.
}
Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
the five food companies collectively?
}
A privilege.
}
Mr. Benson... you're representing
all the bees of the world?
}
I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.
}
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.
}
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
}
my grandmother was a simple woman.
}
Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right
}
to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.
}
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,
}
just think of what would it mean.
}
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm
}
for the elastic in my britches!
}
Talking bee!
}
How do we know this isn't some sort of
}
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?
}
They could be using laser beams!
}
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,
}
he could be on steroids!
}
Mr. Benson?
}
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.
}
I'm just an ordinary bee.
Honey's pretty important to me.
}
It's important to all bees.
We invented it!
}
We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.
}
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room
}
who think they can take it from us
}
'cause we're the little guys!
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
}
you'll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have
}
but everything we are!
}
I wish he'd dress like that
all the time. So nice!
}
Oall your first witness.
}
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.
}
I suppose so.
}
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!
}
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.
}
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.
}
I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?
}
- No.
}
- I couldn't hear you.
}
- No.
}
- No.
}
Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,
}
it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
}
They're very lovable creatures.
}
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
}
You mean like this?
}
Bears kill bees!
}
How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!
}
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!
}
OK, that's enough. Take him away.
}
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.
}
- Where have I heard it before?
}
- I was with a band called The Police.
}
But you've never been
a police officer, have you?
}
No, I haven't.
}
No, you haven't. And so here
we have yet another example
}
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human
}
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.
}
Oh, please.
}
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
}
Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.
}
Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
}
That's not his real name?! You idiots!
}
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on
}
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
}
Thank you. Thank you.
}
I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome
}
with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.
}
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
}
Not yet it isn't. But is this
what it's come to for you?
}
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't
}
have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?
}
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!
}
This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!
}
Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!
}
- Order in this court!
}
- You're all thinking it!
}
Order! Order, I say!
}
- Say it!
}
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
}
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.
}
I think the jury's on our side.
}
Are we doing everything right, legally?
}
I'm a florist.
}
Right. Well, here's to a great team.
}
To a great team!
}
Well, hello.
}
- Ken!
}
- Hello.
}
I didn't think you were coming.
}
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but... the battery.
}
I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
}
Oh, that was lucky.
}
There's a little left.
I could heat it up.
}
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
}
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
}
I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.
}
That's where I usually sit.
Right... there.
}
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
}
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
}
You think I don't see what you're doing?
}
I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.
}
Do we?
}
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
}
That's just what
I was thinking about doing.
}
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
}
I'm going to drain the old stinger.
}
Yeah, you do that.
}
Look at that.
}
You know, I've just about had it
}
with your little mind games.
}
- What's that?
}
- Italian Vogue.
}
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
}
A lot of ads.
}
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?
}
Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
}
I think something stinks in here!
}
I love the smell of flowers.
}
How do you like the smell of flames?!
}
Not as much.
}
Water bug! Not taking sides!
}
Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!
}
I've got issues!
}
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
}
- You're bluffing.
}
- Am I?
}
Surf's up, dude!
}
Poo water!
}
That bowl is gnarly.
}
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
}
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
}
You know, I don't even like honey!
I don't eat it!
}
We need to talk!
}
He's just a little bee!
}
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
}
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?
}
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!
}
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...
}
My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!
}
Goodbye, Ken.
}
And for your information,
}
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!
}
I'm sorry about all that.
}
I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it!
}
I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.
}
I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.
}
Are you OK for the trial?
}
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.
}
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
}
Good idea! You can really see why he's
considered one of the best lawyers...
}
Yeah.
}
Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic
}
with this jury,
or it's gonna be all over.
}
Don't worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around
}
is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.
}
- You got the tweezers?
}
- Are you allergic?
}
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
}
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.
}
What exactly is your relationship
}
to that woman?
}
We're friends.
}
- Good friends?
}
- Yes.
}
How good? Do you live together?
}
Wait a minute...
}
Are you her little...
}
...bedbug?
}
I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,
}
doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?
}
- Yeah, but...
}
- So those aren't your real parents!
}
- Oh, Barry...
}
- Yes, they are!
}
Hold me back!
}
You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?
}
He's denouncing bees!
}
Don't y'all date your cousins?
}
- Objection!
}
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!
}
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
}
Oh, I'm hit!!
}
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
}
Order! Order!
}
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!
}
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!
}
You see? You can't treat them
like equals! They're striped savages!
}
Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!
}
- Adam, stay with me.
}
- I can't feel my legs.
}
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison
}
from my heaving buttocks?
}
I will have order in this court. Order!
}
Order, please!
}
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race
}
took a pointed turn against the bees
}
yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
}
- Hey, buddy.
}
- Hey.
}
- Is there much pain?
}
- Yeah.
}
I...
}
I blew the whole case, didn't I?
}
It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.
}
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
}
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
}
Look, there's
a little celery still on it.
}
What was it like to sting someone?
}
I can't explain it. It was all...
}
All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!
}
All right.
}
You think it was all a trap?
}
Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.
}
What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.
}
What will the humans do to us
if they win?
}
I don't know.
}
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.
}
Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!
}
Oh, my.
}
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?
}
- Why?
}
- The smoke.
}
Bees don't smoke.
}
Right. Bees don't smoke.
}
Bees don't smoke!
But some bees are smoking.
}
That's it! That's our case!
}
It is? It's not over?
}
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
}
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.
}
And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.
}
Mr. Flayman.
}
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
}
Where is the rest of your team?
}
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
}
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
}
and as a result,
we don't make very good time.
}
I actually heard a funny story about...
}
Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs
}
taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?
}
How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?
}
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges
}
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.
}
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!
}
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
}
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.
}
But you can't! We have a terrific case.
}
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?
}
Show me the smoking gun!
}
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
}
Here is your smoking gun.
}
What is that?
}
It's a bee smoker!
}
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?
}
This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.
}
Look at what has happened
}
to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"
}
Is this what nature intended for us?
}
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines
}
and man-made wooden slat work camps?
}
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?
}
- What are we gonna do?
}
- He's playing the species card.
}
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!
}
Free the bees! Free the bees!
}
Free the bees!
}
Free the bees! Free the bees!
}
The court finds in favor of the bees!
}
Vanessa, we won!
}
I knew you could do it! High-five!
}
Sorry.
}
I'm OK! You know what this means?
}
All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.
}
Now we won't have
to work so hard all the time.
}
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.
}
You'll regret this.
}
Barry, how much honey is out there?
}
All right. One at a time.
}
Barry, who are you wearing?
}
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.
}
- What if Montgomery's right?
}
- What do you mean?
}
We've been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.
}
Congratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?
}
First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.
}
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,
}
every last drop.
}
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more
}
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.
}
We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.
}
Wait for my signal.
}
Take him out.
}
He'll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
}
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...
}
But it's just a prance-about stage name!
}
...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products
}
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.
}
Can't breathe.
}
Bring it in, boys!
}
Hold it right there! Good.
}
Tap it.
}
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there's gallons more coming!
}
- I think we need to shut down!
}
- Shut down? We've never shut down.
}
Shut down honey production!
}
Stop making honey!
}
Turn your key, sir!
}
What do we do now?
}
Cannonball!
}
We're shutting honey production!
}
Mission abort.
}
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.
}
Adam, you wouldn't believe
how much honey was out there.
}
Oh, yeah?
}
What's going on? Where is everybody?
}
- Are they out celebrating?
}
- They're home.
}
They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.
}
I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.
}
At least we got our honey back.
}
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?
}
It's the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.
}
This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.
}
And now...
}
Now I can't.
}
I don't understand
why they're not happy.
}
I thought their lives would be better!
}
They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
Honey really changes people.
}
You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?
}
- What did you want to show me?
}
- This.
}
What happened here?
}
That is not the half of it.
}
Oh, no. Oh, my.
}
They're all wilting.
}
Doesn't look very good, does it?
}
No.
}
And whose fault do you think that is?
}
You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
}
Bees?
}
Specifically, me.
}
I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
}
It's not just flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
}
That's our whole SAT test right there.
}
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
}
And then, of course...
}
The human species?
}
So if there's no more pollination,
}
it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?
}
I know this is also partly my fault.
}
How about a suicide pact?
}
How do we do it?
}
- I'll sting you, you step on me.
}
- That just kills you twice.
}
Right, right.
}
Listen, Barry...
sorry, but I gotta get going.
}
I had to open my mouth and talk.
}
Vanessa?
}
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
}
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.
}
They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.
}
It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.
}
Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
}
I know. Me neither.
}
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.
}
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
}
Roses!
}
Vanessa!
}
Roses?!
}
Barry?
}
- Roses are flowers!
}
- Yes, they are.
}
Flowers, bees, pollen!
}
I know.
That's why this is the last parade.
}
Maybe not.
Could you ask him to slow down?
}
Could you slow down?
}
Barry!
}
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
}
Yes, it kind of is.
}
I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
}
with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.
}
Actually, it's completely closed down.
}
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
}
But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.
}
I don't want to hear it!
}
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.
}
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.
}
All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.
}
- Bees.
}
- Park.
}
- Pollen!
}
- Flowers.
}
- Repollination!
}
- Across the nation!
}
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.
}
They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
}
Security will be tight.
}
I have an idea.
}
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
}
Official floral business. It's real.
}
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
}
Thank you. It was a gift.
}
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
}
How about The Princess and the Pea?
}
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
}
Yes, I got it.
}
- Where should I sit?
}
- What are you?
}
- I believe I'm the pea.
}
- The pea?
}
It goes under the mattresses.
}
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
}
- I'm getting the marshal.
}
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
}
Let's see what this baby'll do.
}
Hey, what are you doing?!
}
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...
}
...without arousing suspicion.
}
Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.
}
Stop! Security.
}
- You and your insect pack your float?
}
- Yes.
}
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
}
Would you remove your shoes?
}
- Remove your stinger.
}
- It's part of me.
}
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
}
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
}
Can you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
}
I think this is gonna work.
}
It's got to work.
}
Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.
}
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
}
It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.
}
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.
}
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
}
Be careful.
}
Can I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
}
I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
}
Captain, I'm in a real situation.
}
- What'd you say, Hal?
- Nothing.
}
Bee!
}
Don't freak out! My entire species...
}
What are you doing?
}
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
}
- Who's an attorney?
}
Don't move.
}
Oh, Barry.
}
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
}
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
}
And please hurry!
}
What happened here?
}
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
}
One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!
}
- Is that another bee joke?
}
- No!
}
No one's flying the plane!
}
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?
}
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.
}
Where's the pilot?
}
He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
}
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
}
As a matter of fact, there is.
}
- Who's that?
}
- Barry Benson.
}
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
}
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
}
It's got giant wings, huge engines.
}
I can't fly a plane.
}
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
}
- Yes.
}
How hard could it be?
}
Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.
}
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
}
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.
}
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...
}
That's Barry!
}
...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
}
and an incapacitated flight crew.
}
Flowers?!
}
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
}
with absolutely no flight experience.
}
Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.
}
I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
}
They've done enough damage.
}
But isn't he your only hope?
}
Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.
}
Their wings are too small...
}
Haven't we heard this a million times?
}
"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."
}
- Get this on the air!
}
- Got it.
}
- Stand by.
}
- We're going live.
}
The way we work may be a mystery to you.
}
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.
}
But let me tell you about a small job.
}
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.
}
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.
}
That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.
}
That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.
}
We get behind a fellow.
}
- Black and yellow!
}
- Hello!
}
Left, right, down, hover.
}
- Hover?
}
- Forget hover.
}
This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
}
Barry, what happened?!
}
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
}
- That may have been helping me.
}
- And now we're not!
}
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
}
All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
}
Move out!
}
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
}
Don't have to yell.
}
I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.
}
It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
}
It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
}
I can't do this!
}
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
}
You snap out of it.
}
You snap out of it.
}
- You snap out of it!
}
- You snap out of it!
}
- You snap out of it!
}
- You snap out of it!
}
- You snap out of it!
}
- You snap out of it!
}
- Hold it!
}
- Why? Come on, it's my turn.
}
How is the plane flying?
}
I don't know.
}
Hello?
}
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
}
The Pollen Jocks!
}
They do get behind a fellow.
}
- Black and yellow.
}
- Hello.
}
All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
}
Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?
}
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
}
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
}
- Thinking bee.
}
- Thinking bee.
}
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
}
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.
}
- What?
}
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
}
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
}
Bring the nose down.
}
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
}
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
}
- Get some lights on that!
}
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
}
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
}
- OK.
}
Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
}
Affirmative!
}
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
}
Land on that flower!
}
Ready? Full reverse!
}
Spin it around!
}
- Not that flower! The other one!
}
- Which one?
}
- That flower.
}
- I'm aiming at the flower!
}
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
}
made of millions of bees!
}
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
}
Rotate around it.
}
- This is insane, Barry!
}
- This's the only way I know how to fly.
}
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
}
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
}
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
}
Aim for the center!
}
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
}
Oome on, already.
}
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
}
- Yes. No high-five!
}
- Right.
}
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
}
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
}
- Thank you.
}
- But we're not done yet.
}
Listen, everyone!
}
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
}
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
}
That means this is our last chance.
}
We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
}
If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
}
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?
}
We're bees!
}
Keychain!
}
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
}
Hold on, Barry. Here.
}
You've earned this.
}
Yeah!
}
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
}
Oh, yeah.
}
That's our Barry.
}
Mom! The bees are back!
}
If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.
}
I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!
}
Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
}
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
}
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!
}
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
}
I had no idea.
}
Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?
}
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
}
Sorry I'm late.
}
He's a lawyer too?
}
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
}
Have a great afternoon!
}
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.
}
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
}
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?
}
All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.
}
Thank you, Barry!
}
That bee is living my life!
}
Let it go, Kenny.
}
- When will this nightmare end?!
}
- Let it all go.
}
- Beautiful day to fly.
}
- Sure is.
}
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
}
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.
}
- Thinking bee!
}
- Me?
}
Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.
}
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Can we stop here?
}
I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!
}
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
}
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
