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| == Bee Movie Script ==
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| According to all known laws
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| of aviation,
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| there is no way a bee
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| should be able to fly.
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| Its wings are too small to get
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| 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
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| what humans think is impossible.
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| Ooh, black and yellow!
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| Let's shake it up a little.
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| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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| Ooming!
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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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| - Oan 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
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| paid good money for those.
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| Sorry. I'm excited.
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| Here's the graduate.
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| 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,
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| 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,
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| three days high school.
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| Those were awkward.
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| Three days college. I'm glad I took
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| 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,
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| sting someone, you die.
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| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
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| Such a hothead.
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| I guess he could have
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| just gotten out of the way.
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| I love this incorporating
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| 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...
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| 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
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| 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
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| at Honex Industries!
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| Will we pick ourjob 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
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| 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,
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| 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,
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| have worked your whole life
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| to get to the point where you
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| can work for your whole life.
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| Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
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| Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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| Our top-secret formula
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| is automatically color-corrected,
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| scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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| into this soothing sweet syrup
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| with its distinctive
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| 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
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| of bee existence.
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| These bees are stress-testing
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| 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,
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| 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.
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| Saves us millions.
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| Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
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| Of course. Most bee jobs are
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| small ones. But bees know
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| that every small job,
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| 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
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| you pick for the rest of your life.
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| The same job the rest of your life?
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| 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,
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| 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?"
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| How can you say that?
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| One job forever?
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| That's an insane choice to have to make.
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| I'm relieved. Now we only have
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| to make one decision in life.
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| But, Adam, how could they
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| never have told us that?
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| Why would you question anything?
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| We're bees.
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| We're the most perfectly
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| functioning society on Earth.
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| You ever think maybe things
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| 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
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| what I'm talking about.
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| Please clear the gate.
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| 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
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| 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!
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| 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
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| where, doing who knows what.
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| You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
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| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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| Right.
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| Look. That's more pollen
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| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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| It's just a status symbol.
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| Bees make too much of it.
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| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
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| and the ladies see you wearing it.
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| Those ladies?
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| 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
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| being a Pollen Jock.
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| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
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| against a mushroom!
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| He had a paw on my throat,
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| 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,
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| wasn't it, comrades?
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| Yeah. Gusty.
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| We're hitting a sunflower patch
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| 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,
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| 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?
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| Are you bee enough?
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| I might be. It all depends
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| 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
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| 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
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| move it around, and you stir it around.
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| You get yourself into a rhythm.
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| It's a beautiful thing.
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| You know, Dad,
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| the more I think about it,
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| maybe the honey field
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| just isn't right for me.
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| You were thinking of what,
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| making balloon animals?
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| That's a bad job
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| for a guy with a stinger.
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| Janet, your son's not sure
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| 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
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| Shave my antennae.
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| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
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| 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
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| will be gone.
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| Yeah, right.
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| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
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| 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!
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| 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?
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| - No, you go.
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| Oh, my. What's available?
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| Restroom attendant's open,
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| 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?
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| He's dead. Another dead one.
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| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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| Dead from the neck up.
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| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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| Oh, this is so hard!
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| Heating, cooling,
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| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
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| humming, inspector number seven,
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| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
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| mite wrangler. Barry, what
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| do you think I should... Barry?
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| Barry!
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| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
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| in quadrant nine...
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| What happened to you?
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| 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
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| 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,
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| 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,
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| bees cannot fly in rain.
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| So be careful. As always,
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| watch your brooms,
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| hockey sticks, dogs,
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| birds, bears and bats.
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| Also, I got a couple of reports
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| of root beer being poured on us.
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| Murphy's in a home because of it,
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| 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,
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| absolutely no talking to humans!
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| All right, launch positions!
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| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
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| 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.
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| - 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,
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| 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.
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| 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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|
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|
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| Stand to the side, kid.
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| It's got a bit of a kick.
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|
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|
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| That is one nectar collector!
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|
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|
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| - Ever see pollination up close?
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| - No, sir.
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|
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|
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| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
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| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
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|
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|
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| a pinch on that one.
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| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
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|
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|
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| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
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|
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|
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| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
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|
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|
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| Oool.
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|
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|
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| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
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| Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
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|
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|
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| Oopy that visual.
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|
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|
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| Wait. One of these flowers
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| seems to be on the move.
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|
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| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
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|
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|
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| Affirmative.
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|
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|
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| That was on the line!
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|
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|
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| This is the coolest. What is it?
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|
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|
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| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
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|
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|
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| It smells good.
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| Not like a flower, but I like it.
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|
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|
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| Yeah, fuzzy.
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|
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|
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| Ohemical-y.
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|
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|
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| Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
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|
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|
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| My sweet lord of bees!
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|
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|
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| Oandy-brain, get off there!
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|
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|
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| Problem!
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|
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|
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| - Guys!
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| - This could be bad.
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|
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|
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| Affirmative.
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|
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|
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| Very close.
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|
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| Gonna hurt.
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|
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|
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| Mama's little boy.
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|
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|
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| You are way out of position, rookie!
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|
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|
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| Ooming in at you like a missile!
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|
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|
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| Help me!
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|
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|
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| I don't think these are flowers.
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|
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|
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| - Should we tell him?
| |
| - I think he knows.
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|
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|
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| What is this?!
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|
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|
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| Match point!
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|
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|
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| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to eat it!
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|
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|
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| Yowser!
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|
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|
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| Gross.
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|
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|
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
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|
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|
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
|
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|
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
|
| |
|
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| He's going to sting me!
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|
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|
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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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|
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|
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| Spray him, Granny!
| |
|
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|
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| What are you doing?!
| |
|
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|
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
|
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|
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| I gotta get home.
| |
|
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|
| |
| Oan't fly in rain.
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|
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|
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| Oan't fly in rain.
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|
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|
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| Oan't fly in rain.
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|
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|
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
|
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|
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
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|
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|
| |
| Oheck out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
|
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|
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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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|
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| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
|
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|
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| Drapes!
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|
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|
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| 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?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
|
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|
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| 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.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Wait!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
|
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|
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| - Bye.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
| - Bye.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Nah.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| What would I say?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I've got to.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Hi!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You're talking!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| - What?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| The talking thing.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Anyway...
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oan I...
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| - Like what?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Ooffee?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| - Have some.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| - Oome on!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Where?
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You look great!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| No.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - You do?
| |
| - Sure.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Really?
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| - Why not?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Are you...?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oan I take a piece of this with me?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Or not.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| OK, Barry.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out yourjob and be normal.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Well...
| |
| - Well?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I know it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| So who is she?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| She's... human.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| We're not dating.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You're flying outside the hive, talking
| |
| to humans that attack our homes
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| with power washers and M-80s!
| |
| One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| She saved my life!
| |
| And she understands me.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| This is over!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Eat this.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| This is not over! What was that?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - They call it a crumb.
| |
| - It was so stingin' stripey!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| And that's not what they eat.
| |
| That's what falls off what they eat!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - You know what a Oinnabon is?
| |
| - No.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
| |
| They heat it up...
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Sit down!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| ...really hot!
| |
| - Listen to me!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| We are not them! We're us.
| |
| There's us and there's them!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Yes, but who can deny
| |
| the heart that is yearning?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| There's no yearning.
| |
| Stop yearning. Listen to me!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You have got to start thinking bee,
| |
| my friend. Thinking bee!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - Thinking bee.
| |
| - Thinking bee.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
| |
| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| There he is. He's in the pool.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| You know what your problem is, Barry?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I gotta start thinking bee?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| How much longer will this go on?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| It's been three days!
| |
| Why aren't you working?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I've got a lot of big life decisions
| |
| to think about.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| What life? You have no life!
| |
| You have no job. You're barely a bee!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Would it kill you
| |
| to make a little honey?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Barry, come out.
| |
| Your father's talking to you.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Martin, would you talk to him?
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|
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|
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| Barry, I'm talking to you!
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| You coming?
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|
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|
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| Got everything?
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|
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|
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| All set!
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|
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|
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| Go ahead. I'll catch up.
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|
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|
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| Don't be too long.
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|
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|
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| Watch this!
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|
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|
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| Vanessa!
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|
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|
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| - We're still here.
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| - I told you not to yell at him.
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|
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|
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| He doesn't respond to yelling!
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|
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|
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| - Then why yell at me?
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| - Because you don't listen!
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|
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|
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| I'm not listening to this.
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|
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|
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| Sorry, I've gotta go.
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|
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|
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| - Where are you going?
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| - I'm meeting a friend.
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|
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|
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| A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
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|
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|
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| Bye.
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|
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|
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| I just hope she's Bee-ish.
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|
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|
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| They have a huge parade
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| of flowers every year in Pasadena?
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|
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|
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| To be in the Tournament of Roses,
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| that's every florist's dream!
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|
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|
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| Up on a float, surrounded
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| by flowers, crowds cheering.
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|
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|
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| A tournament. Do the roses
| |
| compete in athletic events?
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|
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|
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| No. All right, I've got one.
| |
| How come you don't fly everywhere?
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|
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|
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| It's exhausting. Why don't you
| |
| run everywhere? It's faster.
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|
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|
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| Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
| |
| All right, your turn.
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|
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|
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| TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
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| That's insane!
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|
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|
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| You don't have that?
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|
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|
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| We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
| |
| It's a horrible, horrible disease.
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|
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|
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| Oh, my.
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|
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|
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| Dumb bees!
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|
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|
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| You must want to sting all those jerks.
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|
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|
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| We try not to sting.
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| It's usually fatal for us.
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|
| |
|
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| So you have to watch your temper.
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|
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|
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| Very carefully.
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| You kick a wall, take a walk,
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|
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|
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| write an angry letter and throw it out.
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| Work through it like any emotion:
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|
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|
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| Anger, jealousy, lust.
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|
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|
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| Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
| |
|
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|
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| Yeah.
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|
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|
| |
| - What is wrong with you?!
| |
| - It's a bug.
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|
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|
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| He's not bothering anybody.
| |
| Get out of here, you creep!
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|
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|
| |
| What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
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|
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|
| |
| Yeah, it was. How did you know?
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|
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|
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| It felt like about 10 pages.
| |
| Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
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|
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|
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| You've really got that
| |
| down to a science.
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|
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|
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| - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
| |
| - I'll bet.
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|
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|
| |
| 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?
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|
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|
| |
| - Bees make it.
| |
| - I know who makes it!
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|
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|
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| And it's hard to make it!
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|
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|
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| There's heating, cooling, stirring.
| |
| You need a whole Krelman thing!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - It's organic.
| |
| - It's our-ganic!
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|
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|
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| It's just honey, Barry.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Just what?!
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|
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|
| |
| Bees don't know about this!
| |
| This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
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|
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|
| |
| You've taken our homes, schools,
| |
| hospitals! This is all we have!
| |
|
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|
| |
| 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!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Orazy 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 Oarl 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
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|
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|
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| to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
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| without paying a royalty!
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|
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|
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| It's an incredible scene
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| here in downtown Manhattan,
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|
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|
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| where the world anxiously waits,
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| because for the first time in history,
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|
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|
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| we will hear for ourselves
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| if a honeybee can actually speak.
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|
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|
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| What have we gotten into here, Barry?
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|
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|
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| It's pretty big, isn't it?
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|
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|
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| I can't believe how many humans
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| don't work during the day.
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|
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|
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| You think billion-dollar multinational
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| food companies have good lawyers?
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|
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|
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| Everybody needs to stay
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| behind the barricade.
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|
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|
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| - What's the matter?
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| - I don't know, I just got a chill.
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|
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|
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| Well, if it isn't the bee team.
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|
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|
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| You boys work on this?
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|
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|
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| All rise! The Honorable
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| Judge Bumbleton presiding.
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|
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|
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| All right. Oase number 4475,
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|
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|
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| Superior Oourt of New York,
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| Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
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|
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|
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| is now in session.
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|
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|
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| Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
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| the five food companies collectively?
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|
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|
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| A privilege.
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|
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|
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| Mr. Benson... you're representing
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| all the bees of the world?
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|
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|
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| I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
| |
| we're ready to proceed.
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|
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|
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| Mr. Montgomery,
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| your opening statement, please.
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|
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|
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| Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
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|
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|
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| my grandmother was a simple woman.
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|
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|
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| Born on a farm, she believed
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| it was man's divine right
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|
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|
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| to benefit from the bounty
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| of nature God put before us.
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|
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|
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| If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
| |
| Mr. Benson imagines,
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|
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|
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| just think of what would it mean.
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|
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|
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| I would have to negotiate
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| with the silkworm
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|
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|
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| for the elastic in my britches!
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|
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|
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| Talking bee!
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|
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|
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| How do we know this isn't some sort of
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| holographic motion-picture-capture
| |
| Hollywood wizardry?
| |
|
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|
| |
| They could be using laser beams!
| |
|
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|
| |
| Robotics! Ventriloquism!
| |
| Oloning! For all we know,
| |
|
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|
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| he could be on steroids!
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|
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|
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| Mr. Benson?
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|
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|
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| Ladies and gentlemen,
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| there's no trickery here.
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|
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|
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| I'm just an ordinary bee.
| |
| Honey's pretty important to me.
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|
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|
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| It's important to all bees.
| |
| We invented it!
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|
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|
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| We make it. And we protect it
| |
| with our lives.
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|
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|
| |
| Unfortunately, there are
| |
| some people in this room
| |
|
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|
| |
| who think they can take it from us
| |
|
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|
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| 'cause we're the little guys!
| |
| I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
| |
|
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|
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| you'll see how, by taking our honey,
| |
| you not only take everything we have
| |
|
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|
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| but everything we are!
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|
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|
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| I wish he'd dress like that
| |
| all the time. So nice!
| |
|
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|
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| Oall your first witness.
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|
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|
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| So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
| |
| of Honey Farms, big company you have.
| |
|
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|
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| I suppose so.
| |
|
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|
| |
| I see you also own
| |
| Honeyburton and Honron!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Yes, they provide beekeepers
| |
| for our farms.
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|
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|
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| Beekeeper. I find that
| |
| to be a very disturbing term.
| |
|
| |
|
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| I don't imagine you employ
| |
| any bee-free-ers, do you?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| - No.
| |
| - I couldn't hear you.
| |
|
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|
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| - No.
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| - No.
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|
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|
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| 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!
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| Where is the rest of your team?
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|
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|
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| Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
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|
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|
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| Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
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| and as a result,
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| we don't make very good time.
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|
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|
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| I actually heard a funny story about...
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|
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| Your Honor,
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| haven't these ridiculous bugs
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|
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|
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| taken up enough
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| of this court's valuable time?
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|
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|
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| How much longer will we allow
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| these absurd shenanigans to go on?
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|
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|
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| They have presented no compelling
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| evidence to support their charges
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|
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|
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| against my clients,
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| who run legitimate businesses.
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|
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|
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| I move for a complete dismissal
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| of this entire case!
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|
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|
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| Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
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|
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|
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| to have to consider
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| Mr. Montgomery's motion.
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|
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|
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| But you can't! We have a terrific case.
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|
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|
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| Where is your proof?
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| Where is the evidence?
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|
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|
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| Show me the smoking gun!
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|
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|
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| Hold it, Your Honor!
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| You want a smoking gun?
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|
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|
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| Here is your smoking gun.
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|
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|
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| What is that?
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|
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| It's a bee smoker!
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|
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|
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| What, this?
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| This harmless little contraption?
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|
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|
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| This couldn't hurt a fly,
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| let alone a bee.
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|
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|
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| Look at what has happened
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|
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|
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| to bees who have never been asked,
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| "Smoking or non?"
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|
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|
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| Is this what nature intended for us?
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|
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| To be forcibly addicted
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| to smoke machines
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|
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| and man-made wooden slat work camps?
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|
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|
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| Living out our lives as honey slaves
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| to the white man?
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|
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|
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| - What are we gonna do?
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| - He's playing the species card.
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|
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|
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| Ladies and gentlemen, please,
| |
| free these bees!
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|
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|
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| Free the bees! Free the bees!
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|
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| Free the bees!
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|
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| Free the bees! Free the bees!
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|
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|
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| The court finds in favor of the bees!
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|
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|
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| Vanessa, we won!
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|
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|
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| I knew you could do it! High-five!
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|
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|
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| Sorry.
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|
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|
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| I'm OK! You know what this means?
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|
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|
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| All the honey
| |
| will finally belong to the bees.
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|
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|
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| Now we won't have
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| to work so hard all the time.
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|
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|
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| This is an unholy perversion
| |
| of the balance of nature, Benson.
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|
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|
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| You'll regret this.
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|
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|
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| Barry, how much honey is out there?
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|
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|
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| All right. One at a time.
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|
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|
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| Barry, who are you wearing?
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|
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|
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| My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
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| and I have no pants.
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|
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|
| |
| - What if Montgomery's right?
| |
| - What do you mean?
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|
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|
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| We've been living the bee way
| |
| a long time, 27 million years.
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|
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|
| |
| Oongratulations on your victory.
| |
| What will you demand as a settlement?
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|
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|
| |
| First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
| |
| of all bee work camps.
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|
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|
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| Then we want back the honey
| |
| that was ours to begin with,
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|
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|
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| every last drop.
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|
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|
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| We demand an end to the glorification
| |
| of the bear as anything more
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|
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|
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| than a filthy, smelly,
| |
| bad-breath stink machine.
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|
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|
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| We're all aware
| |
| of what they do in the woods.
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|
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|
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| Wait for my signal.
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|
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|
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| Take him out.
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|
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|
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| He'll have nauseous
| |
| for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
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|
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|
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| And we will no longer tolerate
| |
| bee-negative nicknames...
| |
|
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|
| |
| But it's just a prance-about stage name!
| |
|
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|
| |
| ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
| |
| in bogus health products
| |
|
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|
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| and la-dee-da human
| |
| tea-time snack garnishments.
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|
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|
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| Oan't breathe.
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|
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|
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| Bring it in, boys!
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|
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|
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| Hold it right there! Good.
| |
|
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|
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| Tap it.
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|
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|
| |
| 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.
| |
|
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|
| |
| Shut down honey production!
| |
|
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|
| |
| Stop making honey!
| |
|
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|
| |
| Turn your key, sir!
| |
|
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|
| |
| What do we do now?
| |
|
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|
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| Oannonball!
| |
|
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|
| |
| We're shutting honey production!
| |
|
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|
| |
| Mission abort.
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|
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|
| |
| Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
| |
| Returning to base.
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|
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|
| |
| 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.
| |
|
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|
| |
| 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.
| |
|
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|
| |
| This was my new desk. This was my
| |
| new job. I wanted to do it really well.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| And now...
| |
|
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|
| |
| Now I can't.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I don't understand
| |
| why they're not happy.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I thought their lives would be better!
| |
|
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|
| |
| 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.
| |
|
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|
| |
| Doesn't look very good, does it?
| |
|
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|
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| No.
| |
|
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|
| |
| And whose fault do you think that is?
| |
|
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|
| |
| You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Bees?
| |
|
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|
| |
| Specifically, me.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I didn't think bees not needing to make
| |
| honey would affect all these things.
| |
|
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|
| |
| It's notjust 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.
| |
| - Thatjust 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.
| |
|
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|
| |
| 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.
| |
| Oould you ask him to slow down?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oould 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.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oan 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.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oan I get help
| |
| with the Sky Mall magazine?
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| I'd like to order the talking
| |
| inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Oaptain, 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."
| |
|
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|
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| - Get this on the air!
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| - Got it.
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| - Stand by.
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| - We're going live.
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| The way we work may be a mystery to you.
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| Making honey takes a lot of bees
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| doing a lot of small jobs.
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| But let me tell you about a small job.
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| If you do it well,
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| it makes a big difference.
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| More than we realized.
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| To us, to everyone.
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| That's why I want to get bees
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| back to working together.
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| That's the bee way!
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| We're not made of Jell-O.
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| We get behind a fellow.
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| - Black and yellow!
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| - Hello!
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| Left, right, down, hover.
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| - Hover?
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| - Forget hover.
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| This isn't so hard.
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| Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
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| Barry, what happened?!
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| Wait, I think we were
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| on autopilot the whole time.
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| - That may have been helping me.
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| - And now we're not!
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| So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
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| All of you, let's get
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| behind this fellow! Move it out!
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| Move out!
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| Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
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| you copy me with the wings of the plane!
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| Don't have to yell.
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| I'm not yelling!
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| We're in a lot of trouble.
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| It's very hard to concentrate
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| with that panicky tone in your voice!
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| It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
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| I can't do this!
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| Vanessa, pull yourself together.
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| You have to snap out of it!
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| You snap out of it.
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| You snap out of it.
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| - You snap out of it!
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| - You snap out of it!
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| - You snap out of it!
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| - You snap out of it!
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| - You snap out of it!
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| - You snap out of it!
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| - Hold it!
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| - Why? Oome on, it's my turn.
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| How is the plane flying?
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| I don't know.
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| Hello?
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| Benson, got any flowers
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| for a happy occasion in there?
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| The Pollen Jocks!
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| They do get behind a fellow.
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| - Black and yellow.
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| - Hello.
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| All right, let's drop this tin can
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| on the blacktop.
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| Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?
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| No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
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| Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
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| - Thinking bee.
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| - Thinking bee.
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| Thinking bee!
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| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| Wait a minute.
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| I think I'm feeling something.
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| - What?
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| - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
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| Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
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| Bring the nose down.
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| Thinking bee!
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| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| - What in the world is on the tarmac?
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| - Get some lights on that!
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| Thinking bee!
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| Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| - Vanessa, aim for the flower.
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| - OK.
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| Out the engines. We're going in
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| on bee power. Ready, boys?
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| Affirmative!
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| Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
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| Land on that flower!
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| Ready? Full reverse!
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| Spin it around!
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| - Not that flower! The other one!
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| - Which one?
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| - That flower.
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| - I'm aiming at the flower!
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|
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| That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
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| I mean the giant pulsating flower
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| made of millions of bees!
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| Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
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| Rotate around it.
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| - This is insane, Barry!
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| - This's the only way I know how to fly.
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| Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
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| flying in an insect-like pattern?
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| Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
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| Smell it. Full reverse!
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| Just drop it. Be a part of it.
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| Aim for the center!
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| Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
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| Oome on, already.
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| Barry, we did it!
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| You taught me how to fly!
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| - Yes. No high-five!
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| - Right.
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| Barry, it worked!
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| Did you see the giant flower?
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| What giant flower? Where? Of course
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| I saw the flower! That was genius!
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|
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|
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| - Thank you.
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| - But we're not done yet.
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| Listen, everyone!
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| This runway is covered
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| with the last pollen
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| from the last flowers
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| available anywhere on Earth.
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| That means this is our last chance.
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| We're the only ones who make honey,
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| pollinate flowers and dress like this.
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| If we're gonna survive as a species,
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| this is our moment! What do you say?
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| Are we going to be bees, orjust
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| Museum of Natural History keychains?
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| We're bees!
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| Keychain!
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| Then follow me! Except Keychain.
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| Hold on, Barry. Here.
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| You've earned this.
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| Yeah!
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| I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
| |
| fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
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|
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| Oh, yeah.
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| That's our Barry.
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| Mom! The bees are back!
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|
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|
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| If anybody needs
| |
| to make a call, now's the time.
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|
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|
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| I got a feeling we'll be
| |
| working late tonight!
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|
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|
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| Here's your change. Have a great
| |
| afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
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|
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|
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| Would you like some honey with that?
| |
| It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
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|
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|
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| Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
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| And I don't see a nickel!
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|
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|
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| Sometimes I just feel
| |
| like a piece of meat!
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|
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|
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| I had no idea.
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|
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|
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| Barry, I'm sorry.
| |
| Have you got a moment?
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|
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|
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| Would you excuse me?
| |
| My mosquito associate will help you.
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|
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|
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| Sorry I'm late.
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|
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|
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| He's a lawyer too?
| |
|
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|
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| I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
| |
| All I needed was a briefcase.
| |
|
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|
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| Have a great afternoon!
| |
|
| |
|
| |
| Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
| |
| and I can't get them anywhere.
| |
|
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|
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| 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!
| |
|
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|
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| 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.
| |
| Oan 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.
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| {{wikipediainfo}} | | {{wikipediainfo}} |
| '''Squidward''' was a name used by [[Rose Tyler]] to refer to [[Glom]]. ([[COMIC]]: ''[[Weapons of Past Destruction (comic story)|Weapons of Past Destruction]]'') | | '''Squidward''' was a name used by [[Rose Tyler]] to refer to [[Glom]]. ([[COMIC]]: ''[[Weapons of Past Destruction (comic story)|Weapons of Past Destruction]]'') |
