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| According to all known laws of aviation,
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| there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
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| Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.
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| The bee, of course, flies anyway
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| because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
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| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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| 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 paid good money for those.
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| Sorry. I'm excited.
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| Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son.
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| A perfect report card, all B's.
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| Very proud.
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| Ma! I got a thing going here.
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| You got lint on your fuzz.
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| Ow! That's me!
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| Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
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| Bye!
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| Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!
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| Hey, Adam.
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| Hey, Barry.
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| Is that fuzz gel?
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| A little. Special day, graduation.
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| Never thought I'd make it.
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| Three days grade school, three days high school.
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| Those were awkward.
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| Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
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| You did come back different.
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| Hi, Barry.
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| Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
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| Hear about Frankie?
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| Yeah.
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| You going to the funeral?
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| No, I'm not going.
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| Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.
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| Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.
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| I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
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| I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.
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| That's why we don't need vacations.
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| Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.
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| Well, Adam, today we are men.
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| We are!
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| Bee-men.
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| Amen!
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| Hallelujah!
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| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
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| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
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| Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of...
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| ...9:15.
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| That concludes our ceremonies.
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| And begins your career at Honex Industries!
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| Will we pick 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 inside the tram at all times.
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| Wonder what it'll be like?
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| A little scary.
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| Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco
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| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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| This is it!
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| Wow.
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| Wow.
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| We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life
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| to get to the point where you can work for your whole life.
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| Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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| Our top-secret formula
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| is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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| into this soothing sweet syrup
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| with its distinctive golden glow you know as...
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| Honey!
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| That girl was hot.
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| She's my cousin!
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| She is?
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| Yes, we're all cousins.
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| Right. You're right.
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| At Honex, we constantly strive
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| to improve every aspect of bee existence.
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| These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.
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| What do you think he makes?
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| Not enough.
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| Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.
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| What does that do?
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| Oatches that little strand of honey
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| that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions.
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| Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
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| Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know
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| that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot.
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| But choose carefully
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| because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.
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| The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.
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| What's the difference?
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| You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off
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| in 27 million years.
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| So you'll just work us to death?
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| We'll sure try.
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| Wow! That blew my mind!
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| "What's the difference?" How can you say that?
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| One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make.
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| I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.
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| But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?
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| Why would you question anything? We're bees.
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| We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.
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| You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?
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| Like what? Give me one example.
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| I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.
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| Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.
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| Wait a second. Oheck it out.
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| Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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| Wow.
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| I've never seen them this close.
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| They know what it's like outside the hive.
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| Yeah, but some don't come back.
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| Hey, Jocks!
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| Hi, Jocks!
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| You guys did great!
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| You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
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| I wonder where they were.
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| I don't know.
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| Their day's not planned.
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| Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.
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| You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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| Right.
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| Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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| It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.
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| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
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| Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?
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| Distant. Distant.
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| Look at these two.
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| Oouple of Hive Harrys.
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| Let's have fun with them.
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| It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.
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| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom!
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| He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!
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| Oh, my!
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| I never thought I'd knock him out.
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| What were you doing during this?
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| Trying to alert the authorities.
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| I can autograph that.
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| A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?
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| Yeah. Gusty.
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| We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.
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| Six miles, huh?
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| Barry!
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| A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.
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| Maybe I am.
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| You are not!
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| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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| What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?
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| I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.
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| Hey, Honex!
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| Dad, you surprised me.
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| You decide what you're interested in?
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| Well, there's a lot of choices.
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| But you only get one.
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| Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?
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| Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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| You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.
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| You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.
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| You know, Dad, the more I think about it,
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| maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.
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| You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?
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| That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.
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| Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!
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| Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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| I'm not trying to be funny.
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| You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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| You're gonna be a stirrer?
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| No one's listening to me!
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| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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| I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae.
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| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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| I'm so proud.
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| We're starting work today!
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| Today's the day.
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| Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.
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| Yeah, right.
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| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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| Is it still available?
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| Hang on. Two left!
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| One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side.
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| What'd you get?
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| Picking crud out. Stellar!
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| Wow!
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| Oouple of newbies?
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| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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| Make your choice.
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| You want to go first?
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| No, you go.
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| Oh, my. What's available?
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| Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.
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| Any chance of getting the Krelman?
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| Sure, you're on.
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| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
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| Wax monkey's always open.
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| The Krelman opened up again.
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| What happened?
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| A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.
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| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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| Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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| Oh, this is so hard!
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| Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
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| humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
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| mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?
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| Barry!
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| All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine...
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| What happened to you? Where are you?
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| I'm going out.
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| Out? Out where?
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| Out there.
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| Oh, no!
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| I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.
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| You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
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| Another call coming in.
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| If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd
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| that gets their roses today.
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| Hey, guys.
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| Look at that.
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| Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
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| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
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| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
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| Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
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| Sign here, here. Just initial that.
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| Thank you.
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| OK.
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| You got a rain advisory today,
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| and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.
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| So be careful. As always, watch your brooms,
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| hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.
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| Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us.
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| Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!
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| That's awful.
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| And a reminder for you rookies,
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| bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!
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| All right, launch positions!
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| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
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| Black and yellow!
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| Hello!
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| You ready for this, hot shot?
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| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
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| Wind, check.
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| Antennae, check.
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| Nectar pack, check.
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| Wings, check.
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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, you striped stem-suckers!
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| All of you, drain those flowers!
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| Wow! I'm out!
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| I can't believe I'm out!
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| So blue.
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| I feel so fast and free!
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| Box kite!
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| Wow!
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| Flowers!
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| This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual.
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| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
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| Roses!
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| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
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| Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.
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| That is one nectar collector!
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| Ever see pollination up close?
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| No, sir.
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| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there,
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| a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.
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| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
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| That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
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| Oool.
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| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
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| Oopy that visual.
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| Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.
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| Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?
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| Affirmative.
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| That was on the line!
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| This is the coolest. What is it?
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| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
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| It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.
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| Yeah, fuzzy.
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| Ohemical-y.
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| Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
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| My sweet lord of bees!
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| Oandy-brain, get off there!
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| Problem!
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| Guys!
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| This could be bad.
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| Affirmative.
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| Very close.
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| Gonna hurt.
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| Mama's little boy.
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| You are way out of position, rookie!
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| 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, because you're about to eat it!
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| Yowser!
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| Gross.
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| There's a bee in the car!
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| Do something!
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| I'm driving!
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| Hi, bee.
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| He's back here!
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| He's going to sting me!
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| Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!
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| He blinked!
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| Spray him, Granny!
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| What are you doing?!
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| Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.
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| I gotta get home.
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| 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 the window please?
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| Ken, could you close the window please?
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| Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure.
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| You see? Folds out.
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| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
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| What was that?
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| Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This...
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| Drapes!
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| That is diabolical.
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| It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
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| What's number one? Star Wars?
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| Nah, I don't go for that...
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| ...kind of stuff.
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| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.
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| When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
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| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
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| I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.
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| I predicted global warming.
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| I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.
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| Wait! Stop! Bee!
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| Stand back. These are winter boots.
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| Wait!
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| Don't kill him!
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| You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!
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| Why does his life have less value than yours?
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| Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?
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| I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling.
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| My brochure!
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| There you go, little guy.
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| I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing.
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| Put that on your resume brochure.
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| My whole face could puff up.
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| Make it one of your special skills.
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| Knocking someone out is also a special skill.
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| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
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| Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
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| Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
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| You could put carob chips on there.
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| Bye.
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| Supposed to be less calories.
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| Bye.
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| I gotta say something.
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| She saved my life. I gotta say something.
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| All right, here it goes.
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| Nah.
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| What would I say?
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| I could really get in trouble.
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| It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human.
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| I can't believe I'm doing this.
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| I've got to.
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| Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
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| No. Yes. No.
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| Do it. I can't.
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| How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
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| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
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| Hi!
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| I'm sorry.
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| You're talking.
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| Yes, I know.
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| You're talking!
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| I'm so sorry.
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| No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming.
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| But I don't recall going to bed.
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| Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.
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| This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!
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| I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this,
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| but they were all trying to kill me.
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| And if it wasn't for you...
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| I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised.
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| That was a little weird.
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| I'm talking with a bee.
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| Yeah.
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| I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!
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| I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now.
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| Wait! How did you learn to do that?
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| What?
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| The talking thing.
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| Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
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| That's very funny.
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| Yeah.
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| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
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| Anyway...
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| Oan I...
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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.
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| I hate to impose.
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| Don't be ridiculous!
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| Actually, I would love a cup.
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| Hey, you want rum cake?
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| I shouldn't.
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| Have some.
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| No, I can't.
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| Oome on!
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| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
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| Where?
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| These stripes don't help.
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| You look great!
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| I don't know if you know anything about fashion.
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| Are you all right?
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| No.
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| He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison.
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| He finally gets there.
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| He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on.
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| And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan.
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| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
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| Is that a bee joke?
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| That's the kind of stuff we do.
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| Yeah, different.
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| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
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| About work? I don't know.
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| I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want.
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| I know how you feel.
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| You do?
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| Sure.
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| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
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| Really?
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| My only interest is flowers.
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| Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan.
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| Anyway, if you look...
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| There's my hive right there. See it?
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| You're in Sheep Meadow!
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| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
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| No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once.
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| Why do girls put rings on their toes?
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| Why not?
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| It's like putting a hat on your knee.
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| Maybe I'll try that.
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| You all right, ma'am?
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| Oh, yeah. Fine.
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| Just having two cups of coffee!
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| Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.
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| Yeah, it's no trouble.
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| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life.
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| Are you...?
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| Oan I take a piece of this with me?
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| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
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| Thanks!
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| Yeah.
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| All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around.
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| Or not.
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| OK, Barry.
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| And thank you so much again... for before.
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| Oh, that? That was nothing.
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| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
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| This can't possibly work.
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| He's all set to go. We may as well try it.
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| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
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| Sounds amazing.
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| It was amazing!
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| It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life.
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| Humans! I can't believe you were with humans!
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| Giant, scary humans! What were they like?
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| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
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| They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy.
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| Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
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| Some of them. But some of them don't.
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| How'd you get back?
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| Poodle.
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| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see.
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| You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal.
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| Well...
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| Well?
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| Well, I met someone.
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| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
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| A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
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| No, no, no, not a wasp.
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| Spider?
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| I'm not attracted to spiders.
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| I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all.
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| I can't get by that face.
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| So who is she?
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| She's... human.
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| No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law.
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| Her name's Vanessa.
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| Oh, boy.
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| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
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| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
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| We're not dating.
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| You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes
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| with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
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| She saved my life! And she understands me.
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| This is over!
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| Eat this.
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| This is not over! What was that?
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| They call it a crumb.
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| It was so stingin' stripey!
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| And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat!
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| You know what a Oinnabon is?
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| No.
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| It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up...
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| Sit down!
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| ...really hot! - Listen to me!
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| We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them!
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| Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning?
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| There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me!
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| You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee!
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| Thinking bee.
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| Thinking bee.
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| Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| There he is. He's in the pool.
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| You know what your problem is, Barry?
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| I gotta start thinking bee?
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| How much longer will this go on?
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| It's been three days! Why aren't you working?
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| I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about.
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| What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee!
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| Would it kill you to make a little honey?
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| Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you.
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| Martin, would you talk to him?
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| Barry, I'm talking to you!
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| You coming?
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| Got everything?
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| All set!
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| Go ahead. I'll catch up.
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| Don't be too long.
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| Watch this!
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| Vanessa!
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| We're still here.
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| I told you not to yell at him.
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| He doesn't respond to yelling!
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| Then why yell at me?
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| Because you don't listen!
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| I'm not listening to this.
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| Sorry, I've gotta go.
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| Where are you going?
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| I'm meeting a friend.
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| A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
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| Bye.
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| I just hope she's Bee-ish.
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| They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena?
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| To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!
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| Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering.
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| A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events?
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| No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere?
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| It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster.
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| Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn.
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| TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane!
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| You don't have that?
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| We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.
| |
| 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. It's usually fatal for us.
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| So you have to watch your temper.
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| Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk,
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| write an angry letter and throw it out. 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. Get out of here, you creep!
| |
| 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. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
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| You've really got that 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 of Mighty Hercules is this?
| |
| How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
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| Ray Liotta Private Select?
| |
| Is he that actor?
| |
| 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 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!
| |
| There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing!
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| It's organic.
| |
| It's our-ganic!
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| 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!
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| Hey, Hector.
| |
| You almost done?
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| Almost.
| |
| He is here. I sense it.
| |
| Well, I guess I'll go home now
| |
| and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around.
| |
| You're busted, box boy!
| |
| I knew I heard something. So you can talk!
| |
| I can talk. And now you'll start talking!
| |
| Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?
| |
| I don't understand. I thought we were friends.
| |
| The last thing we want to do is upset bees!
| |
| You're too late! It's ours now!
| |
| You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword!
| |
| You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!
| |
| Where is the honey coming from?
| |
| Tell me where!
| |
| Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
| |
| Orazy person!
| |
| What horrible thing has happened here?
| |
| These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now
| |
| they're on the road to nowhere!
| |
| Just keep still.
| |
| What? You're not dead?
| |
| Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?
| |
| To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here.
| |
| I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
| |
| I'm going to Tacoma.
| |
| And you?
| |
| He really is dead.
| |
| All right.
| |
| Uh-oh!
| |
| What is that?!
| |
| Oh, no!
| |
| A wiper! Triple blade!
| |
| Triple blade?
| |
| Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
| |
| Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?!
| |
| How much do you people need to see?!
| |
| Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window!
| |
| From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell.
| |
| But don't kill no more bugs!
| |
| Bee!
| |
| Moose blood guy!!
| |
| You hear something?
| |
| Like what?
| |
| Like tiny screaming.
| |
| Turn off the radio.
| |
| Whassup, bee boy?
| |
| Hey, Blood.
| |
| Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.
| |
| Wow!
| |
| I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it.
| |
| I mean, that honey's ours.
| |
| Bees hang tight.
| |
| We're all jammed in.
| |
| It's a close community.
| |
| Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.
| |
| What if you get in trouble?
| |
| You a mosquito, you in trouble.
| |
| Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!
| |
| At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.
| |
| Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly.
| |
| Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
| |
| You got to be kidding me!
| |
| Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee!
| |
| Hey, guys!
| |
| Mooseblood!
| |
| I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw?
| |
| We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.
| |
| What is this place?
| |
| A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.
| |
| They are pinheads!
| |
| Pinhead.
| |
| Oheck out the new smoker.
| |
| Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
| |
| The Thomas 3000!
| |
| Smoker?
| |
| Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
| |
| A couple breaths of this knocks them right out.
| |
| They make the honey, and we make the money.
| |
| "They make the honey, and we make the money"?
| |
| Oh, my!
| |
| What's going on? Are you OK?
| |
| Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
| |
| Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls?
| |
| Our queen was moved here. We had no choice.
| |
| This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes!
| |
| That's a drag queen!
| |
| What is this?
| |
| Oh, no!
| |
| There's hundreds of them!
| |
| Bee honey.
| |
| Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale!
| |
| This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something.
| |
| Oh, Barry, stop.
| |
| Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor.
| |
| Do these look like rumors?
| |
| That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos.
| |
| How did you get mixed up in this?
| |
| He's been talking to humans.
| |
| What?
| |
| Talking to humans?!
| |
| He has a human girlfriend. And they make out!
| |
| Make out? Barry!
| |
| We do not.
| |
| You wish you could.
| |
| Whose side are you on?
| |
| The bees!
| |
| I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
| |
| Barry, this is what you want to do with your life?
| |
| I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees!
| |
| Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked
| |
| your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop.
| |
| I remember that.
| |
| What right do they have to our honey?
| |
| We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
| |
| Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
| |
| Sting them where it really hurts.
| |
| In the face! The eye!
| |
| That would hurt.
| |
| No.
| |
| Up the nose? That's a killer.
| |
| There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters.
| |
| Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source.
| |
| No more bee beards!
| |
| With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
| |
| Weather with Storm Stinger.
| |
| Sports with Buzz Larvi.
| |
| And Jeanette Ohung.
| |
| Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
| |
| And I'm Jeanette Ohung.
| |
| A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
| |
| intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey,
| |
| packaging it and profiting from it illegally!
| |
| Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
| |
| we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book,
| |
| Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon.
| |
| Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
| |
| Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"?
| |
| Bees have never been afraid to change the world.
| |
| What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
| |
| Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
| |
| We were thinking of stickball or candy stores.
| |
| How old are you?
| |
| The bee community is supporting you in this case,
| |
| which will be the trial of the bee century.
| |
| You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too.
| |
| It's a common name. Next week...
| |
| He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots...
| |
| Next week...
| |
| Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em.
| |
| Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live.
| |
| Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish.
| |
| In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness!
| |
| It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
| |
| Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
| |
| Quiet, please. Actual work going on here.
| |
| Is that that same bee?
| |
| Yes, it is!
| |
| I'm helping him sue the human race.
| |
| Hello.
| |
| Hello, bee.
| |
| This is Ken.
| |
| Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
| |
| Why does he talk again?
| |
| Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working.
| |
| But it's our yogurt night!
| |
| Bye-bye.
| |
| Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
| |
| You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours!
| |
| Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help.
| |
| Frosting...
| |
| How many sugars?
| |
| Just one. I try not to use the competition.
| |
| So why are you helping me?
| |
| Bees have good qualities.
| |
| And it takes my mind off the shop.
| |
| Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now.
| |
| Those are great, if you're three.
| |
| And artificial flowers.
| |
| Oh, those just get me psychotic!
| |
| Yeah, me too.
| |
| Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
| |
| Bees must hate those fake things!
| |
| Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done.
| |
| Maybe this could make up for it a little bit.
| |
| This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
| |
| I guess.
| |
| You sure you want to go through with it?
| |
| Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able
| |
| to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty!
| |
| It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan,
| |
| where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history,
| |
| we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak.
| |
| What have we gotten into here, Barry?
| |
| It's pretty big, isn't it?
| |
| I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day.
| |
| You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers?
| |
| Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade.
| |
| What's the matter?
| |
| I don't know, I just got a chill.
| |
| Well, if it isn't the bee team.
| |
| You boys work on this?
| |
| All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.
| |
| All right. Oase number 4475,
| |
| Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
| |
| is now in session.
| |
| Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively?
| |
| A privilege.
| |
| Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world?
| |
| I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed.
| |
| Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please.
| |
| Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
| |
| my grandmother was a simple woman.
| |
| Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right
| |
| to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us.
| |
| If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines,
| |
| just think of what would it mean.
| |
| I would have to negotiate with the silkworm
| |
| for the elastic in my britches!
| |
| Talking bee!
| |
| How do we know this isn't some sort of
| |
| holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry?
| |
| They could be using laser beams!
| |
| Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know,
| |
| he could be on steroids!
| |
| Mr. Benson?
| |
| Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here.
| |
| I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me.
| |
| It's important to all bees. We invented it!
| |
| We make it. And we protect it with our lives.
| |
| Unfortunately, there are some people in this room
| |
| who think they can take it from us
| |
| 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
| |
| you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have
| |
| but everything we are!
| |
| I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice!
| |
| Oall your first witness.
| |
| So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have.
| |
| I suppose so.
| |
| I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron!
| |
| Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms.
| |
| Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term.
| |
| I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you?
| |
| No.
| |
| I couldn't hear you.
| |
| No.
| |
| No.
| |
| Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that,
| |
| it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
| |
| They're very lovable creatures.
| |
| Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
| |
| You mean like this?
| |
| Bears kill bees!
| |
| How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?!
| |
| Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows!
| |
| OK, that's enough. Take him away.
| |
| So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me.
| |
| Where have I heard it before?
| |
| I was with a band called The Police.
| |
| But you've never been a police officer, have you?
| |
| No, I haven't.
| |
| No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example
| |
| of bee culture casually stolen by a human
| |
| for nothing more than a prance-about stage name.
| |
| Oh, please.
| |
| Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
| |
| Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting.
| |
| Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
| |
| That's not his real name?! You idiots!
| |
| Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on
| |
| your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005.
| |
| Thank you. Thank you.
| |
| I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome
| |
| with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow.
| |
| I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
| |
| Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you?
| |
| Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't
| |
| have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir?
| |
| Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now!
| |
| This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella!
| |
| Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?!
| |
| Order in this court!
| |
| You're all thinking it!
| |
| Order! Order, I say!
| |
| Say it!
| |
| Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
| |
| I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that.
| |
| I think the jury's on our side.
| |
| Are we doing everything right, legally?
| |
| I'm a florist.
| |
| Right. Well, here's to a great team.
| |
| To a great team!
| |
| Well, hello.
| |
| Ken!
| |
| Hello.
| |
| I didn't think you were coming.
| |
| No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery.
| |
| I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
| |
| Oh, that was lucky.
| |
| There's a little left. I could heat it up.
| |
| Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
| |
| So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
| |
| I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby.
| |
| That's where I usually sit. Right... there.
| |
| Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
| |
| and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
| |
| You think I don't see what you're doing?
| |
| I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common.
| |
| Do we?
| |
| Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
| |
| That's just what I was thinking about doing.
| |
| Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
| |
| I'm going to drain the old stinger.
| |
| Yeah, you do that.
| |
| Look at that.
| |
| You know, I've just about had it
| |
| with your little mind games.
| |
| What's that?
| |
| Italian Vogue.
| |
| Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
| |
| A lot of ads.
| |
| Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine?
| |
| Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
| |
| I think something stinks in here!
| |
| I love the smell of flowers.
| |
| How do you like the smell of flames?!
| |
| Not as much.
| |
| Water bug! Not taking sides!
| |
| Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic!
| |
| I've got issues!
| |
| Well, well, well, a royal flush!
| |
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