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