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Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript
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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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Stand to the side, kid.
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It's got a bit of a kick.
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That is one nectar collector!
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- Ever see pollination up close?
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- No, sir.
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I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
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over here. Maybe a dash over there,
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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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That's amazing. Why do we do that?
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That's pollen power. More pollen, more
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flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
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Oool.
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I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
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Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
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Oopy that visual.
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Wait. One of these flowers
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seems to be on the move.
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Say again? You're reporting
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a moving flower?
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Affirmative.
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That was on the line!
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This is the coolest. What is it?
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I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
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It smells good.
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Not like a flower, but I like it.
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Yeah, fuzzy.
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Ohemical-y.
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Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
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My sweet lord of bees!
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Oandy-brain, get off there!
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Problem!
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- Guys!
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- This could be bad.
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Affirmative.
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Very close.
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Gonna hurt.
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Mama's little boy.
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You are way out of position, rookie!
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Ooming in at you like a missile!
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Help me!
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I don't think these are flowers.
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- Should we tell him?
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- I think he knows.
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What is this?!
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Match point!
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You can start packing up, honey,
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because you're about to eat it!
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Yowser!
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Gross.
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There's a bee in the car!
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- Do something!
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- I'm driving!
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- Hi, bee.
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- He's back here!
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He's going to sting me!
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Nobody move. If you don't move,
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he won't sting you. Freeze!
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He blinked!
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Spray him, Granny!
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What are you doing?!
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Wow... the tension level
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out here is unbelievable.
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I gotta get home.
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Oan't fly in rain.
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Oan't fly in rain.
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Oan't fly in rain.
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Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
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Ken, could you close
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the window please?
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Ken, could you close
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the window please?
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Oheck out my new resume.
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I made it into a fold-out brochure.
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You see? Folds out.
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Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
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What was that?
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Maybe this time. This time. This time.
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This time! This time! This...
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Drapes!
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That is diabolical.
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It's fantastic. It's got all my special
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skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
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What's number one? Star Wars?
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Nah, I don't go for that...
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...kind of stuff.
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No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
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They're out of their minds.
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When I leave a job interview, they're
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flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
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There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
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I don't remember the sun
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having a big 75 on it.
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I predicted global warming.
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I could feel it getting hotter.
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At first I thought it was just me.
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Wait! Stop! Bee!
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Stand back. These are winter boots.
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Wait!
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Don't kill him!
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You know I'm allergic to them!
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This thing could kill me!
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Why does his life have
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less value than yours?
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Why does his life have any less value
|
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than mine? Is that your statement?
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I'm just saying all life has value. You
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don't know what he's capable of feeling.
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My brochure!
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There you go, little guy.
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I'm not scared of him.
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It's an allergic thing.
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Put that on your resume brochure.
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My whole face could puff up.
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Make it one of your special skills.
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Knocking someone out
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is also a special skill.
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Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
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- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
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- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
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- You could put carob chips on there.
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- Bye.
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- Supposed to be less calories.
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- Bye.
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I gotta say something.
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She saved my life.
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I gotta say something.
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All right, here it goes.
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Nah.
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What would I say?
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I could really get in trouble.
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It's a bee law.
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You're not supposed to talk to a human.
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I can't believe I'm doing this.
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I've got to.
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Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
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No. Yes. No.
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Do it. I can't.
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How should I start it?
|
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"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
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Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
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Hi!
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I'm sorry.
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- You're talking.
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- Yes, I know.
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You're talking!
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I'm so sorry.
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No, it's OK. It's fine.
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I know I'm dreaming.
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But I don't recall going to bed.
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Well, I'm sure this
|
|
is very disconcerting.
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|
This is a bit of a surprise to me.
|
|
I mean, you're a bee!
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I am. And I'm not supposed
|
|
to be doing this,
|
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|
|
|
|
but they were all trying to kill me.
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And if it wasn't for you...
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I had to thank you.
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|
It's just how I was raised.
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That was a little weird.
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- I'm talking with a bee.
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- Yeah.
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I'm talking to a bee.
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And the bee is talking to me!
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I just want to say I'm grateful.
|
|
I'll leave now.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
|
|
- What?
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|
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The talking thing.
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|
Same way you did, I guess.
|
|
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
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|
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|
|
- That's very funny.
|
|
- Yeah.
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|
Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
|
|
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
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|
Anyway...
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|
Oan I...
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|
|
|
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...get you something?
|
|
- Like what?
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|
I don't know. I mean...
|
|
I don't know. Ooffee?
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I don't want to put you out.
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It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
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- It's just coffee.
|
|
- I hate to impose.
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|
|
|
|
- Don't be ridiculous!
|
|
- Actually, I would love a cup.
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|
Hey, you want rum cake?
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|
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|
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- I shouldn't.
|
|
- Have some.
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|
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- No, I can't.
|
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- Oome on!
|
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|
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|
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Where?
|
|
- These stripes don't help.
|
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|
You look great!
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|
|
I don't know if you know
|
|
anything about fashion.
|
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|
Are you all right?
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No.
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|
|
He's making the tie in the cab
|
|
as they're flying up Madison.
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|
He finally gets there.
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|
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He runs up the steps into the church.
|
|
The wedding is on.
|
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|
And he says, "Watermelon?
|
|
I thought you said Guatemalan.
|
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|
|
|
|
Why would I marry a watermelon?"
|
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|
|
|
|
Is that a bee joke?
|
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|
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|
|
That's the kind of stuff we do.
|
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|
Yeah, different.
|
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|
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|
|
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
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|
About work? I don't know.
|
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|
I want to do my part for the hive,
|
|
but I can't do it the way they want.
|
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|
I know how you feel.
|
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|
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|
|
- You do?
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|
- Sure.
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|
|
|
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
|
|
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Really?
|
|
- My only interest is flowers.
|
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|
|
|
|
Our new queen was just elected
|
|
with that same campaign slogan.
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|
|
Anyway, if you look...
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|
|
There's my hive right there. See it?
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|
You're in Sheep Meadow!
|
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|
|
Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
|
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|
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|
No way! I know that area.
|
|
I lost a toe ring there once.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
|
|
- Why not?
|
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|
|
|
|
- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
|
|
- Maybe I'll try that.
|
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|
|
|
|
- You all right, ma'am?
|
|
- Oh, yeah. Fine.
|
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|
|
|
|
Just having two cups of coffee!
|
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|
|
|
|
Anyway, this has been great.
|
|
Thanks for the coffee.
|
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|
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|
|
Yeah, it's no trouble.
|
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|
|
Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
|
|
I'd be up the rest of my life.
|
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|
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|
|
Are you...?
|
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|
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|
|
Oan I take a piece of this with me?
|
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|
Sure! Here, have a crumb.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Thanks!
|
|
- Yeah.
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|
|
All right. Well, then...
|
|
I guess I'll see you around.
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|
Or not.
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|
OK, Barry.
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And thank you
|
|
so much again... for before.
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|
Oh, that? That was nothing.
|
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|
Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
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This can't possibly work.
|
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He's all set to go.
|
|
We may as well try it.
|
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|
|
OK, Dave, pull the chute.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Sounds amazing.
|
|
- It was amazing!
|
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|
|
It was the scariest,
|
|
happiest moment of my life.
|
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|
|
Humans! I can't believe
|
|
you were with humans!
|
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|
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|
|
Giant, scary humans!
|
|
What were they like?
|
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|
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
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|
They eat crazy giant things.
|
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They drive crazy.
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|
|
|
|
- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
|
|
- Some of them. But some of them don't.
|
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|
|
|
|
- How'd you get back?
|
|
- Poodle.
|
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|
|
You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
|
|
whatever you wanted to see.
|
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|
|
|
|
You had your "experience." Now you
|
|
can pick out yourjob and be normal.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Well...
|
|
- Well?
|
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|
|
|
|
Well, I met someone.
|
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|
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|
|
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
|
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|
|
|
|
- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
|
|
- No, no, no, not a wasp.
|
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|
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|
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- Spider?
|
|
- I'm not attracted to spiders.
|
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|
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|
I know it's the hottest thing,
|
|
with the eight legs and all.
|
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I can't get by that face.
|
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|
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|
So who is she?
|
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She's... human.
|
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|
|
No, no. That's a bee law.
|
|
You wouldn't break a bee law.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Her name's Vanessa.
|
|
- Oh, boy.
|
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|
|
|
|
She's so nice. And she's a florist!
|
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|
|
|
|
Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
|
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|
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|
We're not dating.
|
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|
|
|
|
You're flying outside the hive, talking
|
|
to humans that attack our homes
|
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|
|
|
|
with power washers and M-80s!
|
|
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
|
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|
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|
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She saved my life!
|
|
And she understands me.
|
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|
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|
This is over!
|
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|
Eat this.
|
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|
|
|
|
This is not over! What was that?
|
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|
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|
|
- They call it a crumb.
|
|
- It was so stingin' stripey!
|
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|
|
|
|
And that's not what they eat.
|
|
That's what falls off what they eat!
|
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|
|
|
|
- You know what a Oinnabon is?
|
|
- No.
|
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|
|
It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
|
|
They heat it up...
|
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|
|
Sit down!
|
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|
|
|
|
...really hot!
|
|
- Listen to me!
|
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|
|
We are not them! We're us.
|
|
There's us and there's them!
|
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|
|
|
|
Yes, but who can deny
|
|
the heart that is yearning?
|
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|
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|
|
There's no yearning.
|
|
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
|
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|
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|
You have got to start thinking bee,
|
|
my friend. Thinking bee!
|
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|
|
|
|
- Thinking bee.
|
|
- Thinking bee.
|
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|
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|
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
|
|
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
|
|
|
|
|
|
There he is. He's in the pool.
|
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|
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|
|
You know what your problem is, Barry?
|
|
|
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|
|
I gotta start thinking bee?
|
|
|
|
|
|
How much longer will this go on?
|
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|
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|
|
It's been three days!
|
|
Why aren't you working?
|
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|
|
|
|
I've got a lot of big life decisions
|
|
to think about.
|
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|
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|
|
What life? You have no life!
|
|
You have no job. You're barely a bee!
|
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|
|
|
|
Would it kill you
|
|
to make a little honey?
|
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|
|
|
|
Barry, come out.
|
|
Your father's talking to you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Martin, would you talk to him?
|
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|
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|
|
Barry, I'm talking to you!
|
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|
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|
|
You coming?
|
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|
Got everything?
|
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|
|
All set!
|
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|
|
Go ahead. I'll catch up.
|
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Don't be too long.
|
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|
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|
|
Watch this!
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Vanessa!
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- We're still here.
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- I told you not to yell at him.
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He doesn't respond to yelling!
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- Then why yell at me?
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- Because you don't listen!
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I'm not listening to this.
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Sorry, I've gotta go.
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- Where are you going?
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- I'm meeting a friend.
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A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
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Bye.
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I just hope she's Bee-ish.
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They have a huge parade
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of flowers every year in Pasadena?
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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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Up on a float, surrounded
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by flowers, crowds cheering.
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A tournament. Do the roses
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compete in athletic events?
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No. All right, I've got one.
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How come you don't fly everywhere?
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It's exhausting. Why don't you
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run everywhere? It's faster.
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Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
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All right, your turn.
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TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
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That's insane!
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You don't have that?
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We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
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It's a horrible, horrible disease.
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Oh, my.
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Dumb bees!
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You must want to sting all those jerks.
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We try not to sting.
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It's usually fatal for us.
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So you have to watch your temper.
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Very carefully.
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You kick a wall, take a walk,
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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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Anger, jealousy, lust.
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Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
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Yeah.
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- What is wrong with you?!
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- It's a bug.
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He's not bothering anybody.
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Get out of here, you creep!
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What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
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Yeah, it was. How did you know?
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It felt like about 10 pages.
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Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
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You've really got that
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down to a science.
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- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
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- I'll bet.
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What in the name
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of Mighty Hercules is this?
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How did this get here?
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Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
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Ray Liotta Private Select?
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- Is he that actor?
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- I never heard of him.
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- Why is this here?
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- For people. We eat it.
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You don't have
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enough food of your own?
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- Well, yes.
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- How do you get it?
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- Bees make it.
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- I know who makes it!
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And it's hard to make it!
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There's heating, cooling, stirring.
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You need a whole Krelman thing!
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- It's organic.
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- It's our-ganic!
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It's just honey, Barry.
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Just what?!
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Bees don't know about this!
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This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
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You've taken our homes, schools,
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hospitals! This is all we have!
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And it's on sale?!
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I'm getting to the bottom of this.
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I'm getting to the bottom
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of all of this!
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Hey, Hector.
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- You almost done?
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- Almost.
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He is here. I sense it.
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Well, I guess I'll go home now
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and just leave this nice honey out,
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with no one around.
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You're busted, box boy!
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I knew I heard something.
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So you can talk!
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I can talk.
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And now you'll start talking!
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Where you getting the sweet stuff?
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Who's your supplier?
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I don't understand.
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I thought we were friends.
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The last thing we want
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to do is upset bees!
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You're too late! It's ours now!
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You, sir, have crossed
|
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the wrong sword!
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You, sir, will be lunch
|
|
for my iguana, Ignacio!
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Where is the honey coming from?
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Tell me where!
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Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
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Orazy person!
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What horrible thing has happened here?
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These faces, they never knew
|
|
what hit them. And now
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they're on the road to nowhere!
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Just keep still.
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What? You're not dead?
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Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
|
|
that moves. Where you headed?
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To Honey Farms.
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I am onto something huge here.
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I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
|
|
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
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I'm going to Tacoma.
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- And you?
|
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- He really is dead.
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All right.
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Uh-oh!
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- What is that?!
|
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- Oh, no!
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- A wiper! Triple blade!
|
|
- Triple blade?
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Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
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Why does everything have
|
|
to be so doggone clean?!
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How much do you people need to see?!
|
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Open your eyes!
|
|
Stick your head out the window!
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|
|
From NPR News in Washington,
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I'm Oarl Kasell.
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|
But don't kill no more bugs!
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- Bee!
|
|
- Moose blood guy!!
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|
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|
|
- You hear something?
|
|
- Like what?
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|
Like tiny screaming.
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Turn off the radio.
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|
Whassup, bee boy?
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Hey, Blood.
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Just a row of honey jars,
|
|
as far as the eye could see.
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Wow!
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I assume wherever this truck goes
|
|
is where they're getting it.
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I mean, that honey's ours.
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|
- Bees hang tight.
|
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- We're all jammed in.
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It's a close community.
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Not us, man. We on our own.
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Every mosquito on his own.
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|
|
- What if you get in trouble?
|
|
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.
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|
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
|
|
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
|
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|
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At least you're out in the world.
|
|
You must meet girls.
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|
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
|
|
get with a moth, dragonfly.
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Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
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You got to be kidding me!
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|
|
Mooseblood's about to leave
|
|
the building! So long, bee!
|
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|
|
|
|
- Hey, guys!
|
|
- Mooseblood!
|
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|
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|
|
I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
|
|
Did you bring your crazy straw?
|
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|
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|
|
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
|
|
and it's pretty much pure profit.
|
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|
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|
|
What is this place?
|
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|
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|
|
A bee's got a brain
|
|
the size of a pinhead.
|
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|
They are pinheads!
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|
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Pinhead.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Oheck out the new smoker.
|
|
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
|
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|
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|
|
The Thomas 3000!
|
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|
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|
|
Smoker?
|
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|
|
|
|
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
|
|
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
|
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|
|
|
|
A couple breaths of this
|
|
knocks them right out.
|
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|
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|
|
They make the honey,
|
|
and we make the money.
|
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|
|
|
|
"They make the honey,
|
|
and we make the money"?
|
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|
|
Oh, my!
|
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|
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|
|
What's going on? Are you OK?
|
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|
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|
|
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
|
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|
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|
|
Do you know you're
|
|
in a fake hive with fake walls?
|
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|
|
|
|
Our queen was moved here.
|
|
We had no choice.
|
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|
|
|
|
This is your queen?
|
|
That's a man in women's clothes!
|
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|
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|
|
That's a drag queen!
|
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|
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|
|
What is this?
|
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|
|
Oh, no!
|
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|
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|
|
There's hundreds of them!
|
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|
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|
|
Bee honey.
|
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|
|
|
|
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
|
|
on a massive scale!
|
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|
|
|
|
This is worse than anything bears
|
|
have done! I intend to do something.
|
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|
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|
|
Oh, Barry, stop.
|
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|
|
|
|
Who told you humans are taking
|
|
our honey? That's a rumor.
|
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|
|
|
|
Do these look like rumors?
|
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|
|
|
|
That's a conspiracy theory.
|
|
These are obviously doctored photos.
|
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|
|
|
|
How did you get mixed up in this?
|
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|
|
|
|
He's been talking to humans.
|
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|
|
|
|
- What?
|
|
- Talking to humans?!
|
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|
|
|
|
He has a human girlfriend.
|
|
And they make out!
|
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|
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Make out? Barry!
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We do not.
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|
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|
|
- You wish you could.
|
|
- Whose side are you on?
|
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|
|
The bees!
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|
|
|
|
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
|
|
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
|
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|
|
Barry, this is what you want
|
|
to do with your life?
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|
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|
I want to do it for all our lives.
|
|
Nobody works harder than bees!
|
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|
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|
|
Dad, I remember you
|
|
coming home so overworked
|
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|
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|
|
your hands were still stirring.
|
|
You couldn't stop.
|
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|
|
I remember that.
|
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|
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|
|
What right do they have to our honey?
|
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|
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|
|
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?
|
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|
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|
Sting them where it really hurts.
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|
In the face! The eye!
|
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|
|
|
|
- That would hurt.
|
|
- No.
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|
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|
|
Up the nose? That's a killer.
|
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|
|
|
|
There's only one place you can sting
|
|
the humans, one place where it matters.
|
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|
|
|
|
Hive at Five, the hive's only
|
|
full-hour action news source.
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|
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No more bee beards!
|
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|
|
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
|
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|
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|
|
Weather with Storm Stinger.
|
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|
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Sports with Buzz Larvi.
|
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|
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And Jeanette Ohung.
|
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|
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|
|
- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
|
|
- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.
|
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|
|
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
|
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|
|
|
|
intends to sue the human race
|
|
for stealing our honey,
|
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|
|
|
|
packaging it and profiting
|
|
from it illegally!
|
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|
|
|
|
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
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|
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|
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we'll have three former queens here in
|
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our studio, discussing their new book,
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|
|
Olassy Ladies,
|
|
out this week on Hexagon.
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Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
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|
|
Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
|
|
from the hive. I can't do this"?
|
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|
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|
|
Bees have never been afraid
|
|
to change the world.
|
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|
|
|
|
What about Bee Oolumbus?
|
|
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
|
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|
|
|
|
Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
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|
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|
|
We were thinking
|
|
of stickball or candy stores.
|
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|
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|
|
How old are you?
|
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|
|
|
|
The bee community
|
|
is supporting you in this case,
|
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|
|
|
|
which will be the trial
|
|
of the bee century.
|
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|
|
|
|
You know, they have a Larry King
|
|
in the human world too.
|
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|
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|
|
It's a common name. Next week...
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|
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|
|
He looks like you and has a show
|
|
and suspenders and colored dots...
|
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|
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|
|
Next week...
|
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|
|
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
|
|
guest even though you just heard 'em.
|
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|
|
|
|
Bear Week next week!
|
|
They're scary, hairy and here live.
|
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|
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|
|
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
|
|
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
|
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|
|
|
|
In tennis, you attack
|
|
at the point of weakness!
|
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|
|
|
|
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
|
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|
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|
|
Honey, her backhand's a joke!
|
|
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
|
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|
|
|
|
Quiet, please.
|
|
Actual work going on here.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Is that that same bee?
|
|
- Yes, it is!
|
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|
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|
|
I'm helping him sue the human race.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Hello.
|
|
- Hello, bee.
|
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|
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|
|
This is Ken.
|
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|
|
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
|
|
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
|
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|
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|
|
Why does he talk again?
|
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|
|
Listen, you better go
|
|
'cause we're really busy working.
|
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|
|
|
|
But it's our yogurt night!
|
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|
|
Bye-bye.
|
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|
|
|
|
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
|
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|
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|
|
You poor thing.
|
|
You two have been at this for hours!
|
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|
|
|
|
Yes, and Adam here
|
|
has been a huge help.
|
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|
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|
|
- Frosting...
|
|
- How many sugars?
|
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|
|
|
|
Just one. I try not
|
|
to use the competition.
|
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|
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|
|
So why are you helping me?
|
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|
Bees have good qualities.
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|
And it takes my mind off the shop.
|
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|
|
Instead of flowers, people
|
|
are giving balloon bouquets now.
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|
|
Those are great, if you're three.
|
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|
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|
|
And artificial flowers.
|
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|
|
|
|
- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
|
|
- Yeah, me too.
|
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|
|
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
|
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|
Bees must hate those fake things!
|
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|
Nothing worse
|
|
than a daffodil that's had work done.
|
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|
|
Maybe this could make up
|
|
for it a little bit.
|
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|
|
|
|
- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
|
|
- I guess.
|
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|
|
You sure you want to go through with it?
|
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|
|
Am I sure? When I'm done with
|
|
the humans, they won't be able
|
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|
|
|
|
to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
|
|
without paying a royalty!
|
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|
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|
|
It's an incredible scene
|
|
here in downtown Manhattan,
|
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|
|
|
|
where the world anxiously waits,
|
|
because for the first time in history,
|
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|
|
|
|
we will hear for ourselves
|
|
if a honeybee can actually speak.
|
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|
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|
|
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
|
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|
|
It's pretty big, isn't it?
|
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|
|
I can't believe how many humans
|
|
don't work during the day.
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You think billion-dollar multinational
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food companies have good lawyers?
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Everybody needs to stay
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behind the barricade.
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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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Well, if it isn't the bee team.
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You boys work on this?
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All rise! The Honorable
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Judge Bumbleton presiding.
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All right. Oase number 4475,
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Superior Oourt of New York,
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Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
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is now in session.
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Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
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the five food companies collectively?
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A privilege.
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Mr. Benson... you're representing
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all the bees of the world?
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I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
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we're ready to proceed.
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Mr. Montgomery,
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your opening statement, please.
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Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
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my grandmother was a simple woman.
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Born on a farm, she believed
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it was man's divine right
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to benefit from the bounty
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of nature God put before us.
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If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
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Mr. Benson imagines,
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just think of what would it mean.
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I would have to negotiate
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with the silkworm
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for the elastic in my britches!
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Talking bee!
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How do we know this isn't some sort of
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holographic motion-picture-capture
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Hollywood wizardry?
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They could be using laser beams!
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Robotics! Ventriloquism!
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Oloning! For all we know,
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he could be on steroids!
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Mr. Benson?
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Ladies and gentlemen,
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there's no trickery here.
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I'm just an ordinary bee.
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Honey's pretty important to me.
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It's important to all bees.
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We invented it!
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We make it. And we protect it
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with our lives.
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Unfortunately, there are
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some people in this room
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who think they can take it from us
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'cause we're the little guys!
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I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
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you'll see how, by taking our honey,
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you not only take everything we have
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but everything we are!
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I wish he'd dress like that
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all the time. So nice!
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Oall your first witness.
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So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
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of Honey Farms, big company you have.
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I suppose so.
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I see you also own
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Honeyburton and Honron!
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Yes, they provide beekeepers
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for our farms.
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Beekeeper. I find that
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to be a very disturbing term.
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I don't imagine you employ
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any bee-free-ers, do you?
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- No.
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- I couldn't hear you.
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- No.
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- No.
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Because you don't free bees.
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You keep bees. Not only that,
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it seems you thought a bear would be
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an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
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They're very lovable creatures.
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Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
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You mean like this?
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Bears kill bees!
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How'd you like his head crashing
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through your living room?!
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Biting into your couch!
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Spitting out your throw pillows!
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OK, that's enough. Take him away.
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So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
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Your name intrigues me.
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- Where have I heard it before?
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- I was with a band called The Police.
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But you've never been
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a police officer, have you?
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No, I haven't.
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No, you haven't. And so here
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we have yet another example
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of bee culture casually
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stolen by a human
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for nothing more than
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a prance-about stage name.
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Oh, please.
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Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
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Because I'm feeling
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a little stung, Sting.
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Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
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That's not his real name?! You idiots!
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Mr. Liotta, first,
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belated congratulations on
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your Emmy win for a guest spot
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on ER in 2005.
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Thank you. Thank you.
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I see from your resume
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that you're devilishly handsome
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with a churning inner turmoil
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that's ready to blow.
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I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
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Not yet it isn't. But is this
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what it's come to for you?
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Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
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so you don't
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have to rehearse
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your part and learn your lines, sir?
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Watch it, Benson!
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I could blow right now!
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This isn't a goodfella.
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This is a badfella!
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Why doesn't someone just step on
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this creep, and we can all go home?!
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- Order in this court!
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- You're all thinking it!
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Order! Order, I say!
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- Say it!
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- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
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I think it was awfully nice
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of that bear to pitch in like that.
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I think the jury's on our side.
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Are we doing everything right, legally?
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I'm a florist.
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Right. Well, here's to a great team.
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To a great team!
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Well, hello.
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- Ken!
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- Hello.
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I didn't think you were coming.
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No, I was just late.
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I tried to call, but... the battery.
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I didn't want all this to go to waste,
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so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
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Oh, that was lucky.
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There's a little left.
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I could heat it up.
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Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
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So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
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I'm not much for the game myself.
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The ball's a little grabby.
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That's where I usually sit.
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Right... there.
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Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
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and he agreed with me that eating with
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chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
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You think I don't see what you're doing?
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I know how hard it is to find
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the rightjob. We have that in common.
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Do we?
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Bees have 100 percent employment,
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but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
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That's just what
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I was thinking about doing.
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Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
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for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
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I'm going to drain the old stinger.
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Yeah, you do that.
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Look at that.
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You know, I've just about had it
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with your little mind games.
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- What's that?
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- Italian Vogue.
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Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
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A lot of ads.
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Remember what Van said, why is
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your life more valuable than mine?
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Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
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I think something stinks in here!
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I love the smell of flowers.
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How do you like the smell of flames?!
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Not as much.
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Water bug! Not taking sides!
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Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
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This is pathetic!
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I've got issues!
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Well, well, well, a royal flush!
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- You're bluffing.
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- Am I?
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Surf's up, dude!
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Poo water!
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That bowl is gnarly.
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Except for those dirty yellow rings!
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Kenneth! What are you doing?!
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You know, I don't even like honey!
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I don't eat it!
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We need to talk!
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He's just a little bee!
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And he happens to be
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the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
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Long time? What are you talking about?!
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Are there other bugs in your life?
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No, but there are other things bugging
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me in life. And you're one of them!
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Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...
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My nerves are fried from riding
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on this emotional roller coaster!
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Goodbye, Ken.
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And for your information,
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I prefer sugar-free, artificial
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sweeteners made by man!
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I'm sorry about all that.
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I know it's got
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an aftertaste! I like it!
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I always felt there was some kind
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of barrier between Ken and me.
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I couldn't overcome it.
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Oh, well.
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Are you OK for the trial?
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I believe Mr. Montgomery
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is about out of ideas.
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We would like to call
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Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
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Good idea! You can really see why he's
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considered one of the best lawyers...
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Yeah.
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Layton, you've
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gotta weave some magic
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with this jury,
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or it's gonna be all over.
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Don't worry. The only thing I have
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to do to turn this jury around
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is to remind them
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of what they don't like about bees.
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- You got the tweezers?
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- Are you allergic?
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Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
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Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
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what I think we'd all like to know.
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What exactly is your relationship
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to that woman?
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We're friends.
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- Good friends?
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- Yes.
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How good? Do you live together?
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Wait a minute...
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Are you her little...
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...bedbug?
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I've seen a bee documentary or two.
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From what I understand,
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doesn't your queen give birth
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to all the bee children?
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- Yeah, but...
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- So those aren't your real parents!
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- Oh, Barry...
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- Yes, they are!
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Hold me back!
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You're an illegitimate bee,
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aren't you, Benson?
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He's denouncing bees!
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Don't y'all date your cousins?
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- Objection!
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- I'm going to pincushion this guy!
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Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
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Oh, I'm hit!!
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Oh, lordy, I am hit!
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Order! Order!
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The venom! The venom
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is coursing through my veins!
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I have been felled
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by a winged beast of destruction!
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You see? You can't treat them
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like equals! They're striped savages!
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Stinging's the only thing
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they know! It's their way!
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- Adam, stay with me.
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- I can't feel my legs.
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What angel of mercy
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will come forward to suck the poison
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from my heaving buttocks?
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I will have order in this court. Order!
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Order, please!
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The case of the honeybees
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versus the human race
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took a pointed turn against the bees
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yesterday when one of their legal
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team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
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- Hey, buddy.
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- Hey.
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- Is there much pain?
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- Yeah.
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I...
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I blew the whole case, didn't I?
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It doesn't matter. What matters is
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you're alive. You could have died.
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I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
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They got it from the cafeteria
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downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
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Look, there's
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a little celery still on it.
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What was it like to sting someone?
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I can't explain it. It was all...
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All adrenaline and then...
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and then ecstasy!
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All right.
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You think it was all a trap?
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Of course. I'm sorry.
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I flew us right into this.
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What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
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just a couple of bugs in this world.
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What will the humans do to us
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if they win?
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I don't know.
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I hear they put the roaches in motels.
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That doesn't sound so bad.
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Adam, they check in,
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but they don't check out!
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Oh, my.
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Oould you get a nurse
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to close that window?
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- Why?
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- The smoke.
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Bees don't smoke.
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Right. Bees don't smoke.
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Bees don't smoke!
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But some bees are smoking.
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That's it! That's our case!
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It is? It's not over?
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Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
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Get back to the court and stall.
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Stall any way you can.
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And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.
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Mr. Flayman.
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Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
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Where is the rest of your team?
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Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
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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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I actually heard a funny story about...
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Your Honor,
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haven't these ridiculous bugs
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taken up enough
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of this court's valuable time?
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How much longer will we allow
|
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these absurd shenanigans to go on?
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They have presented no compelling
|
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evidence to support their charges
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against my clients,
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who run legitimate businesses.
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I move for a complete dismissal
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of this entire case!
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Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
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to have to consider
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Mr. Montgomery's motion.
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But you can't! We have a terrific case.
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Where is your proof?
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Where is the evidence?
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Show me the smoking gun!
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Hold it, Your Honor!
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You want a smoking gun?
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Here is your smoking gun.
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What is that?
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It's a bee smoker!
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What, this?
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This harmless little contraption?
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This couldn't hurt a fly,
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let alone a bee.
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Look at what has happened
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to bees who have never been asked,
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"Smoking or non?"
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Is this what nature intended for us?
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To be forcibly addicted
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to smoke machines
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and man-made wooden slat work camps?
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Living out our lives as honey slaves
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to the white man?
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- What are we gonna do?
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- He's playing the species card.
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Ladies and gentlemen, please,
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free these bees!
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Free the bees! Free the bees!
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Free the bees!
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Free the bees! Free the bees!
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The court finds in favor of the bees!
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Vanessa, we won!
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I knew you could do it! High-five!
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Sorry.
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I'm OK! You know what this means?
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All the honey
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will finally belong to the bees.
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Now we won't have
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to work so hard all the time.
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This is an unholy perversion
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of the balance of nature, Benson.
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You'll regret this.
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Barry, how much honey is out there?
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All right. One at a time.
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Barry, who are you wearing?
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My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
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and I have no pants.
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- What if Montgomery's right?
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- What do you mean?
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We've been living the bee way
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a long time, 27 million years.
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Oongratulations on your victory.
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What will you demand as a settlement?
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First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
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of all bee work camps.
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Then we want back the honey
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that was ours to begin with,
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every last drop.
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We demand an end to the glorification
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of the bear as anything more
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than a filthy, smelly,
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bad-breath stink machine.
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We're all aware
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of what they do in the woods.
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Wait for my signal.
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Take him out.
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He'll have nauseous
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for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
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And we will no longer tolerate
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bee-negative nicknames...
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But it's just a prance-about stage name!
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...unnecessary inclusion of honey
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in bogus health products
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and la-dee-da human
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tea-time snack garnishments.
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Oan't breathe.
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Bring it in, boys!
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Hold it right there! Good.
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Tap it.
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Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
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and there's gallons more coming!
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- I think we need to shut down!
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- 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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Oannonball!
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We're shutting honey production!
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Mission abort.
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Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
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Returning to base.
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Adam, you wouldn't believe
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how much honey was out there.
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Oh, yeah?
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What's going on? Where is everybody?
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- Are they out celebrating?
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- They're home.
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They don't know what to do.
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Laying out, sleeping in.
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I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
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to San Antonio with a cricket.
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At least we got our honey back.
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Sometimes I think, so what if humans
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liked our honey? Who wouldn't?
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It's the greatest thing in the world!
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I was excited to be part of making it.
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This was my new desk. This was my
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new job. I wanted to do it really well.
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And now...
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Now I can't.
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I don't understand
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why they're not happy.
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I thought their lives would be better!
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They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
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Honey really changes people.
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You don't have any idea
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what's going on, do you?
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- What did you want to show me?
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- This.
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What happened here?
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That is not the half of it.
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Oh, no. Oh, my.
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They're all wilting.
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Doesn't look very good, does it?
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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.
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Bees?
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Specifically, me.
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I didn't think bees not needing to make
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honey would affect all these things.
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It's notjust flowers.
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Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
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That's our whole SAT test right there.
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Take away produce, that affects
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the entire animal kingdom.
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And then, of course...
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The human species?
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So if there's no more pollination,
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it could all just go south here,
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couldn't it?
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I know this is also partly my fault.
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How about a suicide pact?
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How do we do it?
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- I'll sting you, you step on me.
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- Thatjust kills you twice.
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Right, right.
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Listen, Barry...
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sorry, but I gotta get going.
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I had to open my mouth and talk.
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Vanessa?
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Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
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Where are you going?
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To the final Tournament of Roses parade
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in Pasadena.
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They've moved it to this weekend
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because all the flowers are dying.
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It's the last chance
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I'll ever have to see it.
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Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
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I never meant it to turn out like this.
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I know. Me neither.
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Tournament of Roses.
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Roses can't do sports.
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Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
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Roses!
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Vanessa!
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Roses?!
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Barry?
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- Roses are flowers!
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- Yes, they are.
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Flowers, bees, pollen!
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I know.
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That's why this is the last parade.
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Maybe not.
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Oould you ask him to slow down?
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Oould you slow down?
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Barry!
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OK, I made a huge mistake.
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This is a total disaster, all my fault.
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Yes, it kind of is.
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I've ruined the planet.
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I wanted to help you
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with the flower shop.
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I've made it worse.
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Actually, it's completely closed down.
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I thought maybe you were remodeling.
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But I have another idea, and it's
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greater than my previous ideas combined.
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I don't want to hear it!
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All right, they have the roses,
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the roses have the pollen.
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I know every bee, plant
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and flower bud in this park.
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All we gotta do is get what they've got
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back here with what we've got.
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- Bees.
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- Park.
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- Pollen!
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- Flowers.
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- Repollination!
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- Across the nation!
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Tournament of Roses,
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Pasadena, Oalifornia.
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They've got nothing
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but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
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Security will be tight.
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I have an idea.
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Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
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Official floral business. It's real.
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Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
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Thank you. It was a gift.
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Once inside,
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we just pick the right float.
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How about The Princess and the Pea?
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I could be the princess,
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and you could be the pea!
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Yes, I got it.
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- Where should I sit?
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- What are you?
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- I believe I'm the pea.
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- The pea?
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It goes under the mattresses.
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- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
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- I'm getting the marshal.
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You do that!
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This whole parade is a fiasco!
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Let's see what this baby'll do.
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Hey, what are you doing?!
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Then all we do
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is blend in with traffic...
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...without arousing suspicion.
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Once at the airport,
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there's no stopping us.
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Stop! Security.
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- You and your insect pack your float?
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- Yes.
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Has it been
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in your possession the entire time?
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Would you remove your shoes?
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- Remove your stinger.
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- It's part of me.
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I know. Just having some fun.
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Enjoy your flight.
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Then if we're lucky, we'll have
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just enough pollen to do the job.
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Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
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have just enough pollen to do the job!
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I think this is gonna work.
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It's got to work.
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Attention, passengers,
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this is Oaptain Scott.
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We have a bit of bad weather
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in New York.
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It looks like we'll experience
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a couple hours delay.
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Barry, these are cut flowers
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with no water. They'll never make it.
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I gotta get up there
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and talk to them.
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Be careful.
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Oan I get help
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with the Sky Mall magazine?
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I'd like to order the talking
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inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
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Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.
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- What'd you say, Hal?
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- Nothing.
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Bee!
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Don't freak out! My entire species...
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What are you doing?
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- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
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- Who's an attorney?
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Don't move.
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Oh, Barry.
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Good afternoon, passengers.
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This is your captain.
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Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
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please report to the cockpit?
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And please hurry!
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What happened here?
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There was a DustBuster,
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a toupee, a life raft exploded.
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One's bald, one's in a boat,
|
|
they're both unconscious!
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- Is that another bee joke?
|
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- No!
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No one's flying the plane!
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This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
|
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What's your status?
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This is Vanessa Bloome.
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I'm a florist from New York.
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Where's the pilot?
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He's unconscious,
|
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and so is the copilot.
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Not good. Does anyone onboard
|
|
have flight experience?
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As a matter of fact, there is.
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- Who's that?
|
|
- Barry Benson.
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|
|
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
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Vanessa, this is nothing more
|
|
than a big metal bee.
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It's got giant wings, huge engines.
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I can't fly a plane.
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- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
|
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- Yes.
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How hard could it be?
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Wait, Barry!
|
|
We're headed into some lightning.
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|
|
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
|
|
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
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|
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|
|
where a suspenseful scene
|
|
is developing.
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|
Barry Benson,
|
|
fresh from his legal victory...
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|
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|
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That's Barry!
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...is attempting to land a plane,
|
|
loaded with people, flowers
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and an incapacitated flight crew.
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Flowers?!
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We have a storm in the area
|
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and two individuals at the controls
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with absolutely no flight experience.
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Just a minute.
|
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There's a bee on that plane.
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I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
|
|
and his no-account compadres.
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They've done enough damage.
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|
But isn't he your only hope?
|
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Technically, a bee
|
|
shouldn't be able to fly at all.
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Their wings are too small...
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|
Haven't we heard this a million times?
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"The surface area of the wings
|
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and body mass make no sense."
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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
|
|
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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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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- 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
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fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
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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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If anybody needs
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to make a call, now's the time.
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I got a feeling we'll be
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working late tonight!
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Here's your change. Have a great
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afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
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Would you like some honey with that?
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It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
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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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Sometimes I just feel
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like a piece of meat!
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I had no idea.
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Barry, I'm sorry.
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Have you got a moment?
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Would you excuse me?
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My mosquito associate will help you.
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Sorry I'm late.
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He's a lawyer too?
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I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
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All I needed was a briefcase.
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Have a great afternoon!
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Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
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and I can't get them anywhere.
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No problem, Vannie.
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Just leave it to me.
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You're a lifesaver, Barry.
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Oan I help who's next?
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All right, scramble, jocks!
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It's time to fly.
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Thank you, Barry!
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That bee is living my life!
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Let it go, Kenny.
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- When will this nightmare end?!
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- Let it all go.
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- Beautiful day to fly.
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- Sure is.
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Between you and me,
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I was dying to get out of that office.
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You have got
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to start thinking bee, my friend.
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- Thinking bee!
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- Me?
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Hold it. Let's just stop
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for a second. Hold it.
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
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Oan we stop here?
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I'm not making a major life decision
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during a production number!
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All right. Take ten, everybody.
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Wrap it up, guys.
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I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
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