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| | == Role Summary == | | == Role Summary == |
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| − | ! colspan="2" class="unsortable" | Best Archetype(s)
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| − | ! rowspan="2" | PVE
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| − | ! colspan="2" class="unsortable" | PVP
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| − | ! style="width: 100px" class="unsortable" | PVE !! class="unsortable" | PVP !! Offense !! Defense
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| − | <section begin=tierentry />{{TierListData|demon=Jack Frost
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| − | |pvebest1=Red|pvebest2=Purple|pvpbest1=Purple|pvpbest2=Yellow
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| − | |pve=S
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| − | |offensive=S|defensive=S
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| − | |democPrelim=5
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| − | |democBoss=4
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| − | |pro=
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| − | *Big fucking dick
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| − | *founding leaDER OF terrorist GROUP al qaeda
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| − | *Is the Creator god known as the Great will.
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| − | *Enables powerful T0 comps that go BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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| − | |con=
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| − | *Weak to nothing.
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| − | *To big for the ladys
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| − | *What is tag. Is it like 4play or something
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| − | *Responsible for the shooting at the trump rally
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| − | |notes=
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| − | *Can take on the U.S
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| − | }}<section end=tierentry />
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| − | |}
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| | == PvE Builds == | | == PvE Builds == |
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| | == PvP Builds == | | == PvP Builds == |
| − | Scripts.com
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| − | Bee Movie
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| − | By Jerry Seinfeld
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| − |
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| − | NARRATOR:
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| − | (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
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| − | According to all known laws
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| − | of aviation,
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| − | :
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| − | there is no way a bee
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| − | should be able to fly.
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| − | :
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| − | Its wings are too small to get
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| − | its fat little body off the ground.
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| − | :
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| − | The bee, of course, flies anyway
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| − | :
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| − | because bees don't care
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| − | what humans think is impossible.
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| − | BARRY BENSON:
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| − | (Barry is picking out a shirt)
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| − | Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| − | Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| − | :
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| − | Ooh, black and yellow!
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| − | Let's shake it up a little.
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| − | JANET BENSON:
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| − | Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Coming!
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| − | :
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| − | Hang on a second.
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| − | (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
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| − | :
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| − | Hello?
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| − | ADAM FLAYMAN:
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| − |
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| − | (Through phone)
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| − | - Barry?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Adam?
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Can you believe this is happening?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - I can't. I'll pick you up.
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| − | (Barry flies down the stairs)
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| − | :
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| − | MARTIN BENSON:
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| − | Looking sharp.
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| − | JANET:
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| − | Use the stairs. Your father
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| − | paid good money for those.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Sorry. I'm excited.
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − | Here's the graduate.
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| − | We're very proud of you, son.
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| − | :
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| − | A perfect report card, all B's.
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| − | JANET:
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| − | Very proud.
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| − | (Rubs Barry's hair)
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| − | BARRY=
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| − | Ma! I got a thing going here.
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| − | JANET:
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| − | - You got lint on your fuzz.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Ow! That's me!
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| − |
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| − | JANET:
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| − | - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
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| − | - Bye!
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| − | (Barry flies out the door)
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| − | JANET:
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| − | Barry, I told you,
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| − | stop flying in the house!
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| − | (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
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| − | newspaper)
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| − | BARRY==
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| − | - Hey, Adam.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Hey, Barry.
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| − | (Adam gets in Barry's car)
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| − | :
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| − | - Is that fuzz gel?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - A little. Special day, graduation.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Never thought I'd make it.
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| − | (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Three days grade school,
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| − | three days high school...
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Those were awkward.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Three days college. I'm glad I took
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| − | a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
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| − | ADAM==
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| − | You did come back different.
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| − | (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
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| − | ARTIE:
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| − | - Hi, Barry!
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| − |
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Hear about Frankie?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Yeah.
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| − | ADAM==
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| − | - You going to the funeral?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
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| − | :
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| − | Everybody knows,
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| − | sting someone, you die.
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| − | :
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| − | Don't waste it on a squirrel.
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| − | Such a hothead.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | I guess he could have
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| − | just gotten out of the way.
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| − | (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
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| − | highway)
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| − | :
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| − | I love this incorporating
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| − | an amusement park into our regular day.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
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| − | (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
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| − | students)
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| − | Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
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| − | under the circumstances.
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| − | (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
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| − | :
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| − | - Well, Adam, today we are men.
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| − |
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - We are!
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| − | BARRY=
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| − | - Bee-men.
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| − | =ADAM=
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| − | - Amen!
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| − | BARRY AND ADAM:
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| − | Hallelujah!
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| − | (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
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| − | ANNOUNCER:
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| − | Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
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| − | :
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| − | please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
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| − | DEAN BUZZWELL:
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| − | Welcome, New Hive Oity
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| − | graduating class of...
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| − | :
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| − | ...9:
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| − | :
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| − | That concludes our ceremonies.
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| − | :
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| − | And begins your career
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| − | at Honex Industries!
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Will we pick our job today?
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| − | (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
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| − | BARRY=
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| − | I heard it's just orientation.
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| − | (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
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| − | loaded into the buses)
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| − | TOUR GUIDE:
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| − | Heads up! Here we go.
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| − |
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| − | ANNOUNCER:
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| − | Keep your hands and antennas
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| − | inside the tram at all times.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Wonder what it'll be like?
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - A little scary.
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| − | TOUR GUIDE==
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| − | Welcome to Honex,
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| − | a division of Honesco
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| − | :
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| − | and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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| − | Barry:
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| − | This is it!
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| − | BARRY AND ADAM:
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| − | Wow.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Wow.
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| − | (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
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| − | complicated Honey-making machines)
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| − | TOUR GUIDE:
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| − | We know that you, as a bee,
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| − | have worked your whole life
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| − | :
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| − | to get to the point where you
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| − | can work for your whole life.
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| − | :
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| − | Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
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| − | Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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| − | :
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| − | Our top-secret formula
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| − | :
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| − | is automatically color-corrected,
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| − |
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| − | scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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| − | :
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| − | into this soothing sweet syrup
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| − | :
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| − | with its distinctive
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| − | golden glow you know as...
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| − | EVERYONE ON BUS:
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| − | Honey!
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| − | (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
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| − | the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - That girl was hot.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - She's my cousin!
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| − | ADAM==
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| − | - She is?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Yes, we're all cousins.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Right. You're right.
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| − | TOUR GUIDE:
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| − | - At Honex, we constantly strive
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| − | :
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| − | to improve every aspect
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| − | of bee existence.
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| − | :
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| − | These bees are stress-testing
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| − | a new helmet technology.
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| − | (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
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| − | ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
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| − | you can hear him groan)
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| − | :
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| − | ADAM==
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| − |
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| − | - What do you think he makes?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Not enough.
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| − | TOUR GUIDE:
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| − | Here we have our latest advancement,
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| − | the Krelman.
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| − | (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
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| − | wearing a finger-shaped hat)
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| − | Barry:
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| − | - Wow, What does that do?
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| − | TOUR GUIDE:
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| − | - Catches that little strand of honey
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| − | :
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| − | that hangs after you pour it.
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| − | Saves us millions.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | (Intrigued)
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| − | Can anyone work on the Krelman?
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| − | TOUR GUIDE:
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| − | Of course. Most bee jobs are
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| − | small ones.
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| − | But bees know that every small job,
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| − | if it's done well, means a lot.
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| − | :
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| − | But choose carefully
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| − | :
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| − | because you'll stay in the job
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| − | you pick for the rest of your life.
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| − | (Everyone claps except for Barry)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | The same job the rest of your life?
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| − | I didn't know that.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − |
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| − | What's the difference?
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| − | TOUR GUIDE:
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| − | You'll be happy to know that bees,
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| − | as a species, haven't had one day off
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| − | :
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| − | in 27 million years.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | (Upset)
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| − | So you'll just work us to death?
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| − | :
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| − | We'll sure try.
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| − | (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
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| − | home together)
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Wow! That blew my mind!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | "What's the difference?"
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| − | How can you say that?
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| − | :
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| − | One job forever?
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| − | That's an insane choice to have to make.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | I'm relieved. Now we only have
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| − | to make one decision in life.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | But, Adam, how could they
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| − | never have told us that?
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Why would you question anything?
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| − | We're bees.
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| − | :
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| − | We're the most perfectly
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| − | functioning society on Earth.
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| − |
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | You ever think maybe things
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| − | work a little too well here?
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Like what? Give me one example.
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| − | (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
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| − | hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
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| − | unison)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | I don't know. But you know
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| − | what I'm talking about.
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| − | ANNOUNCER:
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| − | Please clear the gate.
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| − | Royal Nectar Force on approach.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Wait a second. Check it out.
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| − | (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
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| − | :
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| − | - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Wow.
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| − | :
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| − | I've never seen them this close.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | They know what it's like
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| − | outside the hive.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Yeah, but some don't come back.
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| − | GIRL BEES:
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| − | - Hey, Jocks!
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| − | - Hi, Jocks!
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| − | (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
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| − | to trucks, which drive away)
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| − |
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| − | LOU LO DUVA:
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| − | You guys did great!
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| − | :
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| − | You're monsters!
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| − | You're sky freaks!
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| − | I love it!
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| − | (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
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| − | I love it!
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - I wonder where they were.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - I don't know.
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| − | :
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| − | Their day's not planned.
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| − | :
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| − | Outside the hive, flying who knows
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| − | where, doing who knows what.
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| − | :
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| − | You can't just decide to be a Pollen
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| − | Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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| − | ADAM==
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| − | Right.
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| − | (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
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| − | Jocks)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Look at that. That's more pollen
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| − | than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | It's just a status symbol.
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| − | Bees make too much of it.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
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| − | and the ladies see you wearing it.
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| − | (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
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| − |
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| − | ADAM==
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| − | Those ladies?
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| − | Aren't they our cousins too?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Distant. Distant.
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| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| − | Look at these two.
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| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| − | - Couple of Hive Harrys.
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| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| − | - Let's have fun with them.
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| − | GIRL BEE #1:
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| − | It must be dangerous
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| − | being a Pollen Jock.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
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| − | against a mushroom!
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| − | :
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| − | He had a paw on my throat,
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| − | and with the other, he was slapping me!
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| − | (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
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| − | GIRL BEE #2:
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| − | - Oh, my!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - I never thought I'd knock him out.
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| − | GIRL BEE #1:
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| − | (Looking at Adam)
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| − | What were you doing during this?
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | I can autograph that.
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| − |
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| − | (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
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| − | Adam really are pollen jocks.)
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| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| − | A little gusty out there today,
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| − | wasn't it, comrades?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Yeah. Gusty.
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| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| − | We're hitting a sunflower patch
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| − | six miles from here tomorrow.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Six miles, huh?
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Barry!
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| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| − | A puddle jump for us,
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| − | but maybe you're not up for it.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Maybe I am.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - You are not!
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| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| − | We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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| − | :
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| − | What do you think, buzzy-boy?
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| − | Are you bee enough?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | I might be. It all depends
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| − | on what 0900 means.
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| − | (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
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| − | night)
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − |
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| − | Hey, Honex!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Dad, you surprised me.
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − | You decide what you're interested in?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Well, there's a lot of choices.
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| − | - But you only get one.
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| − | :
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| − | Do you ever get bored
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| − | doing the same job every day?
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − | Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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| − | :
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| − | You grab that stick, and you just
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| − | move it around, and you stir it around.
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| − | :
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| − | You get yourself into a rhythm.
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| − | It's a beautiful thing.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | You know, Dad,
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| − | the more I think about it,
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| − | :
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| − | maybe the honey field
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| − | just isn't right for me.
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − | You were thinking of what,
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| − | making balloon animals?
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| − | :
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| − | That's a bad job
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| − | for a guy with a stinger.
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| − | :
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| − |
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| − | Janet, your son's not sure
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| − | he wants to go into honey!
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| − | JANET:
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| − | - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - I'm not trying to be funny.
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − | You're not funny! You're going
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| − | into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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| − | JANET:
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| − | - You're gonna be a stirrer?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - No one's listening to me!
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − | Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | I could say anything right now.
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| − | I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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| − | (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
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| − | MARTIN:
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| − | Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
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| − | Shave my antennae.
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| − | :
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| − | Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
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| − | a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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| − | JANET:
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| − | I'm so proud.
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| − | (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - We're starting work today!
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| − |
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Today's the day.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| − | will be gone.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Yeah, right.
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| − | JOB LISTER:
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| − | Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
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| − | stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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| − | BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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| − | - Is it still available?
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| − | JOB LISTER:
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| − | - Hang on. Two left!
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| − | :
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| − | One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| − | Step to the side.
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| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - What'd you get?
| |
| − | BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| − | - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| − | (He walks away)
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| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Wow!
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| − | JOB LISTER:
| |
| − | Couple of newbies?
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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| − | JOB LISTER:
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| − | Make your choice.
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| − | (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| − | changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| − | confusing)
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| − |
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - You want to go first?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - No, you go.
| |
| − | ADAM:
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| − | Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| − | JOB LISTER:
| |
| − | Restroom attendant's open,
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| − | not for the reason you think.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| − | JOB LISTER:
| |
| − | - Sure, you're on.
| |
| − | (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| − | (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| − | (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| − | Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | What happened?
| |
| − | JOB LISTER:
| |
| − | 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!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| − | (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| − | Heating, cooling,
| |
| − | stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| − | lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| − | do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| − | (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Barry!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| − | All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| − | in quadrant nine...
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | (Through phone)
| |
| − | What happened to you?
| |
| − | Where are you?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I'm going out.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Out? Out where?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Out there.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Oh, no!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I have to, before I go
| |
| − | to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| − | (Barry hangs up)
| |
| − | Hello?
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | Another call coming in.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| − | there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | that gets their roses today.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Hey, guys.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| − | - Look at that.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| − | LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| − | Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| − | (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| − | LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| − | (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| − | BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| − | (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Thank you.
| |
| − | LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| − | - 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!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - That's awful.
| |
| − | LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| − | (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| − | - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | bee law number one,
| |
| − | absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | All right, launch positions!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| − | (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| − | buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| − | LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| − | Black and yellow!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Hello!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| − | Wind, check.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Antennae, check.
| |
| − | - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Wings, check.
| |
| − | - Stinger, check.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| − | LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| − | OK, ladies,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | let's move it out!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Pound those petunias,
| |
| − | you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| − | (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Wow! I'm out!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | So blue.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I feel so fast and free!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Box kite!
| |
| − | (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Wow!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Flowers!
| |
| − | (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| − | heat sink goggles.)
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| − | This is Blue Leader.
| |
| − | We have roses visual.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Roses!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| − | It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| − | (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| − | suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | That is one nectar collector!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| − | - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - No, sir.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| − | pollen as he goes)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| − | flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Cool.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| − | could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | Copy that visual.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| − | seems to be on the move.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | Say again? You're reporting
| |
| − | a moving flower?
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | Affirmative.
| |
| − | (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| − | obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | It smells good.
| |
| − | Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| − | (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| − | Chemical-y.
| |
| − | (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| − | (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| − | one of the tennis balls)
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| − | Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | (Pointing upwards)
| |
| − | Problem!
| |
| − | (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| − | to)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Guys!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | - This could be bad.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| − | Affirmative.
| |
| − | (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| − | to it)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY==
| |
| − | Very close.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Gonna hurt.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Mama's little boy.
| |
| − | (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| − | still stuck to the ball)
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| − | (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (In slow motion)
| |
| − | Help me!
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| − | I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| − | - Should we tell him?
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | - I think he knows.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What is this?!
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Match point!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| − | because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| − | (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| − | with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Yowser!
| |
| − | (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| − | into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Ew, gross.
| |
| − | (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| − | into the car)
| |
| − | GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| − | There's a bee in the car!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Do something!
| |
| − | DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| − | - I'm driving!
| |
| − | BABY GIRL:
| |
| − | (Waving at Barry)
| |
| − | - Hi, bee.
| |
| − | (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| − | GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| − | - He's back here!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | He's going to sting me!
| |
| − | GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| − | Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| − | he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| − | (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| − | He blinked!
| |
| − | (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| − | climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| − | GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| − | Spray him, Granny!
| |
| − | DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| − | What are you doing?!
| |
| − | (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
| − |
| |
| − | the ground, safe.)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Wow... the tension level
| |
| − | out here is unbelievable.
| |
| − | (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| − | moving into this direction)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I gotta get home.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Can't fly in rain.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Can't fly in rain.
| |
| − | (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Can't fly in rain.
| |
| − | (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| − | Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| − | (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| − | plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| − | VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| − | Ken, could you close
| |
| − | the window please?
| |
| − | KEN==
| |
| − | Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| − | I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You see?
| |
| − | (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| − | Folds out.
| |
| − | (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| − | (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | What was that?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| − | because the window is closed)
| |
| − | Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| − | This time! This time! This...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Drapes!
| |
| − | (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| − | That is diabolical.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| − | skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| − | ANDY:
| |
| − | What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| − | (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | ...kind of stuff.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| − | They're out of their minds.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| − | flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| − | There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| − | (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I don't remember the sun
| |
| − | having a big 75 on it.
| |
| − | (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| − | humans are sitting at)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I predicted global warming.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| − | At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| − | (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| − | is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| − | (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| − | freak out)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| − | (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| − | Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Wait!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Don't kill him!
| |
| − | (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| − | This thing could kill me!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Why does his life have
| |
| − | less value than yours?
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Why does his life have any less value
| |
| − | than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| − | don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| − | (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| − | carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | My brochure!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | There you go, little guy.
| |
| − | (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| − | still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | I'm not scared of him.
| |
| − | It's an allergic thing.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | My whole face could puff up.
| |
| − | ANDY:
| |
| − | Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Knocking someone out
| |
| − | is also a special skill.
| |
| − | (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| − | Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| − | KEN==
| |
| − | - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Bye.
| |
| − | (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Bye.
| |
| − | (Closes door)
| |
| − | (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| − | into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| − | BARRY==
| |
| − | (Talking to himself)
| |
| − | I gotta say something.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | She saved my life.
| |
| − | I gotta say something.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | All right, here it goes.
| |
| − | (Turns back)
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| − | again)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | No. Yes. No.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Do it. I can't.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | How should I start it?
| |
| − | (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| − | "You like jazz?"
| |
| − | No, that's no good.
| |
| − | (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| − | Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | ...Hi!
| |
| − | (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| − | counter)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I'm sorry.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - You're talking.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Yes, I know.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| − | You're talking!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I'm so sorry.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| − | I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Well, I'm sure this
| |
| − | is very disconcerting.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| − | I mean, you're a bee!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| − | to be doing this,
| |
| − | (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | That was a little weird.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Yeah.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| − | And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| − | I'll leave now.
| |
| − | (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Flying back)
| |
| − | - What?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | The talking...thing.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| − | "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - That's very funny.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Yeah.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| − | we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Anyway...
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Can I...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | ...get you something?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Like what?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I don't know. I mean...
| |
| − | I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I don't want to put you out.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - It's just coffee.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I hate to impose.
| |
| − | (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I shouldn't.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Have some.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - No, I can't.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Come on!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Where?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - These stripes don't help.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | You look great!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I don't know if you know
| |
| − | anything about fashion.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Are you all right?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| − | No.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| − | on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | BARRY==
| |
| − | 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?"
| |
| − | (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Is that a bee joke?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Yeah, different.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| − | (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| − | around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I know how you feel.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - You do?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Sure.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| − | a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Really?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Our new queen was just elected
| |
| − | with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Anyway, if you look...
| |
| − | (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | No way! I know that area.
| |
| − | I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Why not?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| − | (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| − | perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| − | table)
| |
| − | CUSTODIAN:
| |
| − | - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| − | Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| − | VANESSA==
| |
| − | Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| − | I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| − | (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| − | (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Thanks!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Yeah.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | All right. Well, then...
| |
| − | I guess I'll see you around.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Or not.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | OK, Barry...
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | And thank you
| |
| − | so much again... for before.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| − | (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| − | her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| − | (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| − | coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| − | the ladder)
| |
| − | (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| − | in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| − | BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| − | This can't possibly work.
| |
| − | BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| − | He's all set to go.
| |
| − | We may as well try it.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| − | (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| − | on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| − | together)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Sounds amazing.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - It was amazing!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | It was the scariest,
| |
| − | happiest moment of my life.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Humans! I can't believe
| |
| − | you were with humans!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Giant, scary humans!
| |
| − | What were they like?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| − | They drive crazy.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - How'd you get back?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Poodle.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| − | whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| − | can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Well...
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Well?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Well, I met someone.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Spider?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| − | with the eight legs and all.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I can't get by that face.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | So who is she?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | She's... human.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| − | You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| − | (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Oh, boy.
| |
| − | BARRY==
| |
| − | She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | We're not dating.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | You're flying outside the hive, talking
| |
| − | to humans that attack our homes
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | with power washers and M-80s!
| |
| − | That's one-eighth a stick of dynamite!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | She saved my life!
| |
| − | And she understands me.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | This is over!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Eat this.
| |
| − | (Barry gives Adam a piece of the crumb that he got from Vanessa. Adam eats
| |
| − | it)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | (Adam's tone changes)
| |
| − | This is not over! What was that?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - They call it a crumb.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - It was so stingin' stripey!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | And that's not what they eat.
| |
| − | That's what falls off what they eat!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - You know what a Cinnabon is?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - No.
| |
| − | (Adam opens a door behind him and he pulls Barry in)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Be quiet!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | They heat it up...
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Sit down!
| |
| − | (Adam forces Barry to sit down)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Still rambling about Cinnabons)
| |
| − | ...really hot!
| |
| − | (Adam grabs Barry by the shoulders)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Listen to me!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | We are not them! We're us.
| |
| − | There's us and there's them!
| |
| − | BARRY==
| |
| − | Yes, but who can deny
| |
| − | the heart that is yearning?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | There's no yearning.
| |
| − | Stop yearning. Listen to me!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You have got to start thinking bee,
| |
| − | my friend. Thinking bee!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Thinking bee.
| |
| − | WORKER BEE:
| |
| − | - Thinking bee.
| |
| − | WORKER BEES AND ADAM:
| |
| − | Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time; Barry is laying on a raft in a pool full of honey.
| |
| − | He is wearing sunglasses)
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | There he is. He's in the pool.
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | You know what your problem is, Barry?
| |
| − | (Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he looks annoyed)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Sarcastic)
| |
| − | I gotta start thinking bee?
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | How much longer will this go on?
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | It's been three days!
| |
| − | Why aren't you working?
| |
| − | (Puts sunglasses back on)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I've got a lot of big life decisions
| |
| − | to think about.
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | What life? You have no life!
| |
| − | You have no job. You're barely a bee!
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | Would it kill you
| |
| − | to make a little honey?
| |
| − | (Barry rolls off the raft and sinks into the honey pool)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Barry, come out.
| |
| − | Your father's talking to you.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Martin, would you talk to him?
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Barry, I'm talking to you!
| |
| − | (Barry keeps sinking into the honey until he is suddenly in Central Park
| |
| − | having a picnic with Vanessa)
| |
| − | (Barry has a cup of honey and he clinks his glass with Vanessas. Suddenly a
| |
| − | mosquito lands on Vanessa and she slaps it, killing it. They both gasp but
| |
| − | then burst out laughing)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | You coming?
| |
| − | (The camera pans over and Vanessa is climbing into a small yellow airplane)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Got everything?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | All set!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Go ahead. I'll catch up.
| |
| − | (Vanessa lifts off and flies ahead)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Don't be too long.
| |
| − | (Barry catches up with Vanessa and he sticks out his arms like ana irplane.
| |
| − | He rolls from side to side, and Vanessa copies him with the airplane)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Watch this!
| |
| − | (Barry stays back and watches as Vanessa draws a heart in the air using
| |
| − | pink smoke from the plane, but on the last loop-the-loop she suddenly
| |
| − | crashes into a mountain and the plane explodes. The destroyed plane falls
| |
| − | into some rocks and explodes a second time)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Vanessa!
| |
| − | (As Barry is yelling his mouth fills with honey and he wakes up,
| |
| − | discovering that he was just day dreaming. He slowly sinks back into the
| |
| − | honey pool)
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | - We're still here.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | - I told you not to yell at him.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | He doesn't respond to yelling!
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | - Then why yell at me?
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | - Because you don't listen!
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | I'm not listening to this.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Sorry, I've gotta go.
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | - Where are you going?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I'm meeting a friend.
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Bye.
| |
| − | (Barry flies out the door and Martin shakes his head)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | JANET==
| |
| − | I just hope she's Bee-ish.
| |
| − | (Fast forward in time and Barry is sitting on Vanessa's shoulder and she is
| |
| − | closing up her shop)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | They have a huge parade
| |
| − | of flowers every year in Pasadena?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | To be in the Tournament of Roses,
| |
| − | that's every florist's dream!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Up on a float, surrounded
| |
| − | by flowers, crowds cheering.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | A tournament. Do the roses
| |
| − | compete in athletic events?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | No. All right, I've got one.
| |
| − | How come you don't fly everywhere?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | It's exhausting. Why don't you
| |
| − | run everywhere? It's faster.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
| |
| − | All right, your turn.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
| |
| − | That's insane!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | You don't have that?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
| |
| − | It's a horrible, horrible disease.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Oh, my.
| |
| − | (A human walks by and Barry narrowly avoids him)
| |
| − | PASSERBY:
| |
| − | Dumb bees!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | You must want to sting all those jerks.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | We try not to sting.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | It's usually fatal for us.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | So you have to watch your temper
| |
| − | (They walk into a store)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Very carefully.
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| − | You kick a wall, take a walk,
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| − | :
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| − | write an angry letter and throw it out.
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| − | Work through it like any emotion:
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| − | :
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| − | Anger, jealousy, lust.
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| − | (Suddenly an employee(Hector) hits Barry off of Vanessa's shoulder. Hector
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| − | thinks he's saving Vanessa)
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | (To Barry)
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| − | Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
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| − | (Barry is getting up off the floor)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Yeah.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | (To Hector)
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| − | - What is wrong with you?!
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| − | HECTOR:
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| − | (Confused)
| |
| − | - It's a bug.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | He's not bothering anybody.
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| − | Get out of here, you creep!
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| − | (Vanessa hits Hector across the face with the magazine he had and then hits
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| − | him in the head. Hector backs away covering his head)
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| − | Barry:
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| − | What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
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| − | (Vanessa sets Barry back on her shoulder)
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| − |
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | Yeah, it was. How did you know?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | It felt like about 10 pages.
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| − | Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | You've really got that
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| − | down to a science.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - I'll bet.
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| − | (Barry looks to his right and notices there is honey for sale in the aisle)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | What in the name
| |
| − | of Mighty Hercules is this?
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| − | (Barry looks at all the brands of honey, shocked)
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| − | How did this get here?
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| − | Cute Bee, Golden Blossom,
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| − | :
| |
| − | Ray Liotta Private Select?
| |
| − | (Barry puts his hands up and slowly turns around, a look of disgust on his
| |
| − | face)
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - Is he that actor?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - I never heard of him.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Why is this here?
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - For people. We eat it.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − |
| |
| − | You don't have
| |
| − | enough food of your own?!
| |
| − | (Hector looks back and notices that Vanessa is talking to Barry)
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| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Well, yes.
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - How do you get it?
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| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Bees make it.
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I know who makes it!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | And it's hard to make it!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | There's heating, cooling, stirring.
| |
| − | You need a whole Krelman thing!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - It's organic.
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - It's our-ganic!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | It's just honey, Barry.
| |
| − | 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!
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a
| |
| − | soldier and sneaks into the storage section of the store)
| |
| − | (Two men, including Hector, are loading boxes into some trucks)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | SUPERMARKET EMPLOYEE==
| |
| − | Hey, Hector.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - You almost done?
| |
| − | HECTOR:
| |
| − | - Almost.
| |
| − | (Barry takes a step to peak around the corner)
| |
| − | (Whispering)
| |
| − | He is here. I sense it.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Well, I guess I'll go home now
| |
| − | (Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | and just leave this nice honey out,
| |
| − | with no one around.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | You're busted, box boy!
| |
| − | HECTOR:
| |
| − | I knew I heard something!
| |
| − | So you can talk!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I can talk.
| |
| − | And now you'll start talking!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Where you getting the sweet stuff?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Who's your supplier?
| |
| − | HECTOR:
| |
| − | I don't understand.
| |
| − | I thought we were friends.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | The last thing we want
| |
| − | to do is upset bees!
| |
| − | (Hector takes a thumbtack out of the board behind him and sword-fights
| |
| − | Barry. Barry is using his stinger like a sword)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You're too late! It's ours now!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | You, sir, have crossed
| |
| − | the wrong sword!
| |
| − | HECTOR:
| |
| − | You, sir, will be lunch
| |
| − | for my iguana, Ignacio!
| |
| − | (Barry hits the thumbtack out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders)
| |
| − | Barry:
| |
| − | Where is the honey coming from?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Tell me where!
| |
| − | HECTOR:
| |
| − | (Pointing to leaving truck)
| |
| − | Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
| |
| − | (Barry chases after the truck but it is getting away. He flies onto a
| |
| − | bicyclists' backpack and he catches up to the truck)
| |
| − | CAR DRIVER:
| |
| − | (To bicyclist)
| |
| − | Crazy person!
| |
| − | (Barry flies off and lands on the windshield of the Honey farms truck.
| |
| − | Barry looks around and sees dead bugs splattered everywhere)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What horrible thing has happened here?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | These faces, they never knew
| |
| − | what hit them. And now
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | they're on the road to nowhere!
| |
| − | (Barry hears a sudden whisper)
| |
| − | (Barry looks up and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead)
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Just keep still.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What? You're not dead?
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
| |
| − | that moves. Where you headed?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | To Honey Farms.
| |
| − | I am onto something huge here.
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
| |
| − | crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
| |
| − | ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD:
| |
| − | I'm going to Tacoma.
| |
| − | (Barry looks at another bug)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - And you?
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | - He really is dead.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | All right.
| |
| − | (Another bug hits the windshield and the drivers notice. They activate the
| |
| − | windshield wipers)
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD==
| |
| − | Uh-oh!
| |
| − | (The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the dead bugs and wiping
| |
| − |
| |
| − | them off)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - What is that?!
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | - Oh, no!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - A wiper! Triple blade!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Triple blade?
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
| |
| − | (Mooseblood and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the
| |
| − | windshield)
| |
| − | Why does everything have
| |
| − | to be so doggone clean?!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | How much do you people need to see?!
| |
| − | (Bangs on windshield)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Open your eyes!
| |
| − | Stick your head out the window!
| |
| − | RADIO IN TRUCK:
| |
| − | From NPR News in Washington,
| |
| − | I'm Carl Kasell.
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | But don't kill no more bugs!
| |
| − | (Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid)
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | - Bee!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Moose blood guy!!
| |
| − | (Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna)
| |
| − | (Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming)
| |
| − | TRUCK DRIVER:
| |
| − | - You hear something?
| |
| − | GUY IN TRUCK:
| |
| − | - Like what?
| |
| − | TRUCK DRIVER:
| |
| − | Like tiny screaming.
| |
| − | GUY IN TRUCK:
| |
| − | Turn off the radio.
| |
| − | (The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck.
| |
| − | The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away.
| |
| − | He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds
| |
| − | Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place)
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Whassup, bee boy?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Hey, Blood.
| |
| − | (Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with
| |
| − | Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | ...Just a row of honey jars,
| |
| − | as far as the eye could see.
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Wow!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I assume wherever this truck goes
| |
| − | is where they're getting it.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I mean, that honey's ours.
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | - Bees hang tight.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | - We're all jammed in.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | It's a close community.
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Not us, man. We on our own.
| |
| − | Every mosquito on his own.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - What if you get in trouble?
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | - You a mosquito, you in trouble.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Nobody likes us. They just smack.
| |
| − | See a mosquito, smack, smack!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | At least you're out in the world.
| |
| − | You must meet girls.
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Mosquito girls try to trade up,
| |
| − | get with a moth, dragonfly.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
| |
| − | (An ambulance passes by and it has a blood donation sign on it)
| |
| − | You got to be kidding me!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Mooseblood's about to leave
| |
| − | the building! So long, bee!
| |
| − | (Mooseblood leaves and flies onto the window of the ambulance where there
| |
| − | are other mosquito's hanging out)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Hey, guys!
| |
| − | OTHER MOSQUITO:
| |
| − | - Mooseblood!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
| |
| − | Did you bring your crazy straw?
| |
| − | (The truck goes out of view and Barry notices that the truck he's on is
| |
| − | pulling into a camp of some sort)
| |
| − | TRUCK DRIVER:
| |
| − | We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
| |
| − | and it's pretty much pure profit.
| |
| − | (Barry flies out)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What is this place?
| |
| − | BEEKEEPER 1#:
| |
| − | A bee's got a brain
| |
| − | the size of a pinhead.
| |
| − | BEEKEEPER #2:
| |
| − | They are pinheads!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Pinhead.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Check out the new smoker.
| |
| − | BEEKEEPER #1:
| |
| − | - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | The Thomas 3000!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Smoker?
| |
| − | BEEKEEPER #1:
| |
| − | Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
| |
| − | Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | A couple breaths of this
| |
| − | knocks them right out.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BEEKEEPER #2:
| |
| − | They make the honey,
| |
| − | and we make the money.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | "They make the honey,
| |
| − | and we make the money"?
| |
| − | (The Beekeeper sprays hundreds of cheap miniature apartments with the
| |
| − | smoker. The bees are fainting or passing out)
| |
| − | Oh, my!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | What's going on? Are you OK?
| |
| − | (Barry flies into one of the apartment and helps a Bee couple get off the
| |
| − | ground. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand)
| |
| − | BEE IN APARTMENT:
| |
| − | Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Do you know you're
| |
| − | in a fake hive with fake walls?
| |
| − | BEE IN APPARTMENT:
| |
| − | Our queen was moved here.
| |
| − | We had no choice.
| |
| − | (The apartment room is completely empty except for a photo on the wall of
| |
| − | the "queen" who is obviously a man in women's clothes)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | This is your queen?
| |
| − | That's a man in women's clothes!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | That's a drag queen!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | What is this?
| |
| − | (Barry flies out and he discovers that there are hundreds of these
| |
| − | structures, each housing thousands of Bees)
| |
| − | Oh, no!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | There's hundreds of them!
| |
| − | (Barry takes out his camera and takes pictures of these Bee work camps. The
| |
| − | beekeepers look very evil in these depictions)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Barry is showing these pictures to his parents)
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | Oh, Barry, stop.
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | Who told you humans are taking
| |
| − | our honey? That's a rumor.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Do these look like rumors?
| |
| − | (Holds up the pictures)
| |
| − | UNCLE CARL:
| |
| − | That's a conspiracy theory.
| |
| − | These are obviously doctored photos.
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | How did you get mixed up in this?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | He's been talking to humans.
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | - What?
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | - Talking to humans?!
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | He has a human girlfriend.
| |
| − | And they make out!
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | Make out? Barry!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | We do not.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - You wish you could.
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | - Whose side are you on?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | The bees!
| |
| − | UNCLE CARL:
| |
| − | (He has been sitting in the back of the room this entire time)
| |
| − | I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
| |
| − | Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | Barry, this is what you want
| |
| − | to do with your life?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | I remember that.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | 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!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Sting them where it really hurts.
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | In the face! The eye!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - That would hurt.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - No.
| |
| − | MARTIN:
| |
| − | Up the nose? That's a killer.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | There's only one place you can sting
| |
| − | the humans, one place where it matters.
| |
| − | (Flash forward a bit in time and we are watching the Bee News)
| |
| − | BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
| |
| − | Hive at Five, the hive's only
| |
| − | full-hour action news source.
| |
| − | BEE PROTESTOR:
| |
| − | No more bee beards!
| |
| − | BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
| |
| − | With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Weather with Storm Stinger.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Sports with Buzz Larvi.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | And Jeanette Chung.
| |
| − | BOB BUMBLE:
| |
| − | - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
| |
| − | JEANETTE CHUNG:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | - And I'm Jeanette Chung.
| |
| − | BOB BUMBLE:
| |
| − | A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | intends to sue the human race
| |
| − | for stealing our honey,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | packaging it and profiting
| |
| − | from it illegally!
| |
| − | JEANETTE CHUNG:
| |
| − | Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | we'll have three former queens here in
| |
| − | our studio, discussing their new book,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Classy Ladies,
| |
| − | out this week on Hexagon.
| |
| − | (The scene changes to an interview on the news with Bee version of Larry
| |
| − | King and Barry)
| |
| − | BEE LARRY KING:
| |
| − | Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
| |
| − | from the hive. I can't do this"?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Bees have never been afraid
| |
| − | to change the world.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | What about Bee Columbus?
| |
| − | Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
| |
| − | BEE LARRY KING:
| |
| − | Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | We were thinking
| |
| − | of stickball or candy stores.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | How old are you?
| |
| − | BEE LARRY KING:
| |
| − | The bee community
| |
| − | is supporting you in this case,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | which will be the trial
| |
| − | of the bee century.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | You know, they have a Larry King
| |
| − | in the human world too.
| |
| − | BEE LARRY KING:
| |
| − | It's a common name. Next week...
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | He looks like you and has a show
| |
| − | and suspenders and colored dots...
| |
| − | BEE LARRY KING:
| |
| − | Next week...
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
| |
| − | guest even though you just heard 'em.
| |
| − | BEE LARRY KING:
| |
| − | Bear Week next week!
| |
| − | They're scary, hairy and here, live.
| |
| − | (Bee Larry King gets annoyed and flies away offscreen)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
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| − | squinty eyes, very Jewish.
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| − | (Flash forward in time. We see Vanessa enter and Ken enters behind her.
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| − | They are arguing)
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| − |
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| − | KEN:
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| − | In tennis, you attack
| |
| − | at the point of weakness!
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
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| − | KEN==
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| − | Honey, her backhand's a joke!
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| − | I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | (To Ken)
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| − | Quiet, please.
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| − | Actual work going on here.
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| − | KEN:
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| − | (Pointing at Barry)
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| − | - Is that that same bee?
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - Yes, it is!
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| − | :
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| − | I'm helping him sue the human race.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Hello.
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| − | KEN:
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| − | - Hello, bee.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | This is Ken.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | (Recalling the "Winter Boots" incident earlier)
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| − | Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
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| − | ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
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| − | KEN:
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| − | (To Vanessa)
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| − | Why does he talk again?
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − |
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| − | Listen, you better go
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| − | 'cause we're really busy working.
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| − | KEN:
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| − | But it's our yogurt night!
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | (Holding door open for Ken)
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| − | Bye-bye.
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| − | KEN:
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| − | (Yelling)
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| − | Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
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| − | (Ken leaves and Vanessa walks over to Barry. His workplace is a mess)
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | You poor thing.
| |
| − | You two have been at this for hours!
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Yes, and Adam here
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| − | has been a huge help.
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| − | ADAM:
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| − | - Frosting...
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| − | - How many sugars?
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| − | ==BARRY==
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| − | Just one. I try not
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| − | to use the competition.
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| − | :
| |
| − | So why are you helping me?
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| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Bees have good qualities.
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| − | :
| |
| − | And it takes my mind off the shop.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Instead of flowers, people
| |
| − | are giving balloon bouquets now.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
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| − | Those are great, if you're three.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | And artificial flowers.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Yeah, me too.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I guess.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | You sure you want to go through with it?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | 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!
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and we are watching the human news. The camera shows
| |
| − |
| |
| − | a crowd outside a courthouse)
| |
| − | NEWS REPORTER:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | (We are no longer watching through a news camera)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | What have we gotten into here, Barry?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | It's pretty big, isn't it?
| |
| − | ADAM==
| |
| − | (Looking at the hundreds of people around the courthouse)
| |
| − | I can't believe how many humans
| |
| − | don't work during the day.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | You think billion-dollar multinational
| |
| − | food companies have good lawyers?
| |
| − | SECURITY GUARD:
| |
| − | Everybody needs to stay
| |
| − | behind the barricade.
| |
| − | (A limousine drives up and a fat man,Layton Montgomery, a honey industry
| |
| − | owner gets out and walks past Barry)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - What's the matter?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I don't know, I just got a chill.
| |
| − | (Fast forward in time and everyone is in the court)
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | Well, if it isn't the bee team.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (To Honey Industry lawyers)
| |
| − | You boys work on this?
| |
| − | MAN:
| |
| − | All rise! The Honorable
| |
| − | Judge Bumbleton presiding.
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | All right. Case number 4475,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Superior Court of New York,
| |
| − | Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | is now in session.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
| |
| − | the five food companies collectively?
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | A privilege.
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | Mr. Benson... you're representing
| |
| − | all the bees of the world?
| |
| − | (Everyone looks closely, they are waiting to see if a Bee can really talk)
| |
| − | (Barry makes several buzzing sounds to sound like a Bee)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
| |
| − | we're ready to proceed.
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLBETON:
| |
| − | Mr. Montgomery,
| |
| − | your opening statement, please.
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | 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!
| |
| − | (Montgomery walks over and looks closely at Barry)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | How do we know this isn't some sort of
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | holographic motion-picture-capture
| |
| − | Hollywood wizardry?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | They could be using laser beams!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Robotics! Ventriloquism!
| |
| − | Cloning! For all we know,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | he could be on steroids!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | Mr. Benson?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | 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!
| |
| − | JANET==
| |
| − | (To Martin)
| |
| − | I wish he'd dress like that
| |
| − | all the time. So nice!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | Call your first witness.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
| |
| − |
| |
| − | of Honey Farms, big company you have.
| |
| − | KLAUSS VANDERHAYDEN:
| |
| − | I suppose so.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I see you also own
| |
| − | Honeyburton and Honron!
| |
| − | KLAUSS:
| |
| − | Yes, they provide beekeepers
| |
| − | for our farms.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Beekeeper. I find that
| |
| − | to be a very disturbing term.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I don't imagine you employ
| |
| − | any bee-free-ers, do you?
| |
| − | KLAUSS:
| |
| − | (Quietly)
| |
| − | - No.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I couldn't hear you.
| |
| − | KLAUSS:
| |
| − | - No.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - 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.
| |
| − | KLAUSS:
| |
| − | They're very lovable creatures.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | You mean like this?
| |
| − | (The bear from Over The Hedge barges in through the back door and it is
| |
| − | roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is thrashing its claws and people
| |
| − | are screaming. It is being held back by a guard who has the bear on a
| |
| − | chain)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | (Pointing to the roaring bear)
| |
| − | Bears kill bees!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | How'd you like his head crashing
| |
| − | through your living room?!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Biting into your couch!
| |
| − | Spitting out your throw pillows!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | OK, that's enough. Take him away.
| |
| − | (The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks out)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
| |
| − | Your name intrigues me.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Where have I heard it before?
| |
| − | MR. STING:
| |
| − | - I was with a band called The Police.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | But you've never been
| |
| − | a police officer, have you?
| |
| − | STING:
| |
| − | No, I haven't.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | STING:
| |
| − | Oh, please.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Because I'm feeling
| |
| − | a little stung, Sting.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | That's not his real name?! You idiots!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Mr. Liotta, first,
| |
| − | belated congratulations on
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | your Emmy win for a guest spot
| |
| − | on ER in 2005.
| |
| − | RAY LIOTTA:
| |
| − | Thank you. Thank you.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I see from your resume
| |
| − | that you're devilishly handsome
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | with a churning inner turmoil
| |
| − |
| |
| − | that's ready to blow.
| |
| − | RAY LIOTTA:
| |
| − | I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | 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?
| |
| − | RAY LIOTTA:
| |
| − | Watch it, Benson!
| |
| − | I could blow right now!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | This isn't a goodfella.
| |
| − | This is a badfella!
| |
| − | (Ray Liotta looses it and tries to grab Barry)
| |
| − | RAY LIOTTA:
| |
| − | Why doesn't someone just step on
| |
| − | this creep, and we can all go home?!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | - Order in this court!
| |
| − | RAY LIOTTA:
| |
| − | - You're all thinking it!
| |
| − | (Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel)
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | Order! Order, I say!
| |
| − | RAY LIOTTA:
| |
| − | - Say it!
| |
| − | MAN:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
| |
| − | (We see a montage of magazines which feature the court case)
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Barry is back home with Vanessa)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I think it was awfully nice
| |
| − | of that bear to pitch in like that.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I think the jury's on our side.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Are we doing everything right,you know, legally?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I'm a florist.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Right. Well, here's to a great team.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | To a great team!
| |
| − | (Ken walks in from work. He sees Barry and he looks upset when he sees
| |
| − | Barry clinking his glass with Vanessa)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Well, hello.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Oh, Ken!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Hello!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I didn't think you were coming.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | No, I was just late.
| |
| − | I tried to call, but...
| |
| − | (Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge)
| |
| − | ...the battery...
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I didn't want all this to go to waste,
| |
| − | so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Oh, that was lucky.
| |
| − | (Ken sits down at the table across from Barry and Vanessa leaves the room)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | There's a little left.
| |
| − | I could heat it up.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | (Not taking his eyes off Barry)
| |
| − | Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I'm not much for the game myself.
| |
| − | The ball's a little grabby.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | That's where I usually sit.
| |
| − | Right...
| |
| − | (Points to where Barry is sitting)
| |
| − | there.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | (Calling from other room)
| |
| − | Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | and he agreed with me that eating with
| |
| − | chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | (To Barry)
| |
| − | You think I don't see what you're doing?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I know how hard it is to find
| |
| − | the right job. We have that in common.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Do we?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Bees have 100 percent employment,
| |
| − | but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | (Menacingly)
| |
| − | That's just what
| |
| − | I was thinking about doing.
| |
| − | (Ken reaches for a fork on the table but knocks if on the floor. He goes to
| |
| − | pick it up)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
| |
| − | for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
| |
| − | (Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head on the
| |
| − | table and yells)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I'm going to drain the old stinger.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Yeah, you do that.
| |
| − | (Barry flies past Ken to get to the bathroom and Ken freaks out, splashing
| |
| − | some of the wine he was using to cool his head in his eyes. He yells in
| |
| − | anger)
| |
| − | (Barry looks at the magazines featuring his victories in court)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Look at that.
| |
| − | (Barry flies into the bathroom)
| |
| − | (He puts his hand on his head but this makes hurts him and makes him even
| |
| − | madder. He yells again)
| |
| − | (Barry is washing his hands in the sink but then Ken walks in)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | You know, you know I've just about had it
| |
| − | (Closes bathroom door behind him)
| |
| − | with your little mind games.
| |
| − | (Ken is menacingly rolling up a magazine)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Backing away)
| |
| − | - What's that?
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | - Italian Vogue.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | It's a lot of ads.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Remember what Van said, why is
| |
| − | your life more valuable than mine?
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | That's funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
| |
| − | (Ken smashes everything off the sink with the magazine and Barry narrowly
| |
| − | escapes)
| |
| − | (Ken follows Barry around and tries to hit him with the magazine but he
| |
| − | keeps missing)
| |
| − | (Ken gets a spray bottle)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I think something stinks in here!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Enjoying the spray)
| |
| − | I love the smell of flowers.
| |
| − | (Ken holds a lighter in front of the spray bottle)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | How do you like the smell of flames?!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Not as much.
| |
| − | (Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the
| |
| − | bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into
| |
| − | the bathtub. After getting hit in the head by falling objects 3 times he
| |
| − | picks up the shower head, revealing a Water bug hiding under it)
| |
| − | WATER BUG:
| |
| − | Water bug! Not taking sides!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Barry gets up out of a pile of bathroom supplies and he is wearing a
| |
| − | chapstick hat)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat!
| |
| − | This is pathetic!
| |
| − | (Ken switches the shower head to lethal)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | I've got issues!
| |
| − | (Ken sprays Barry with the shower head and he crash lands into the toilet)
| |
| − | (Ken menacingly looks down into the toilet at Barry)
| |
| − | Well, well, well, a royal flush!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - You're bluffing.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | - Am I?
| |
| − | (flushes toilet)
| |
| − | (Barry grabs a chapstick from the toilet seat and uses it to surf in the
| |
| − | flushing toilet)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Surf's up, dude!
| |
| − | (Barry flies out of the toilet on the chapstick and sprays Ken's face with
| |
| − | the toilet water)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | EW,Poo water!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | That bowl is gnarly.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | (Aiming a toilet cleaner at Barry)
| |
| − | Except for those dirty yellow rings!
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| − | (Barry cowers and covers his head and Vanessa runs in and takes the toilet
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| − | cleaner from Ken just before he hits Barry)
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | Kenneth! What are you doing?!
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| − | KEN==
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| − | (Leaning towards Barry)
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| − |
| |
| − | You know, I don't even like honey!
| |
| − | I don't eat it!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
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| − | We need to talk!
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| − | (Vanessa pulls Ken out of the bathroom)
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| − | :
| |
| − | He's just a little bee!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | And he happens to be
| |
| − | the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
| |
| − | KEN:
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| − | Long time? What are you talking about?!
| |
| − | Are there other bugs in your life?
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | No, but there are other things bugging
| |
| − | me in life. And you're one of them!
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| − | KEN:
| |
| − | Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | My nerves are fried from riding
| |
| − | on this emotional roller coaster!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
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| − | Goodbye, Ken.
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| − | (Ken huffs and walks out and slams the door. But suddenly he walks back in
| |
| − | and stares at Barry)
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| − | :
| |
| − | And for your information,
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| − | I prefer sugar-free, artificial
| |
| − | sweeteners MADE BY MAN!
| |
| − | (Ken leaves again and Vanessa leans in towards Barry)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
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| − | I'm sorry about all that.
| |
| − | (Ken walks back in again)
| |
| − |
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| − | KEN:
| |
| − | I know it's got
| |
| − | an aftertaste! I LIKE IT!
| |
| − | (Ken leaves for the last time)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I always felt there was some kind
| |
| − | of barrier between Ken and me.
| |
| − | :
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| − | I couldn't overcome it.
| |
| − | Oh, well.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Are you OK for the trial?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I believe Mr. Montgomery
| |
| − | is about out of ideas.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Barry, Adam, and Vanessa are back in court)
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY--
| |
| − | We would like to call
| |
| − | Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Good idea! You can really see why he's
| |
| − | considered one of the best lawyers...
| |
| − | (Barry stares at Adam)
| |
| − | ...Yeah.
| |
| − | LAWYER:
| |
| − | Layton, you've
| |
| − | gotta weave some magic
| |
| − | with this jury,
| |
| − | or it's gonna be all over.
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | (To lawyer)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | - You got the tweezers?
| |
| − | LAWYER:
| |
| − | - Are you allergic?
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | 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
| |
| − | (Points to Vanessa)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | to that woman?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | We're friends.
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | - Good friends?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Yes.
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | How good? Do you live together?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Wait a minute...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | Are you her little...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | ...bedbug?
| |
| − | (Adam's stinger starts vibrating. He is agitated)
| |
| − | I've seen a bee documentary or two.
| |
| − | From what I understand,
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | doesn't your queen give birth
| |
| − | to all the bee children?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Yeah, but...
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | (Pointing at Janet and Martin)
| |
| − | - So those aren't your real parents!
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | - Oh, Barry...
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Yes, they are!
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Hold me back!
| |
| − | (Vanessa tries to hold Adam back. He wants to sting Montgomery)
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | You're an illegitimate bee,
| |
| − | aren't you, Benson?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | He's denouncing bees!
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | Don't y'all date your cousins?
| |
| − | (Montgomery leans over on the jury stand and stares at Adam)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Objection!
| |
| − | (Vanessa raises her hand to object but Adam gets free. He flies straight at
| |
| − | Montgomery)
| |
| − | =ADAM:
| |
| − | - I'm going to pincushion this guy!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
| |
| − | (Adam stings Montgomery in the butt and he starts thrashing around)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | Oh, I'm hit!!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Oh, lordy, I am hit!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | (Banging gavel)
| |
| − | Order! Order!
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | (Overreacting)
| |
| − | The venom! The venom
| |
| − | is coursing through my veins!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I have been felled
| |
| − | by a winged beast of destruction!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You see? You can't treat them
| |
| − | like equals! They're striped savages!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Stinging's the only thing
| |
| − | they know! It's their way!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Adam, stay with me.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - I can't feel my legs.
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | (Overreacting and throwing his body around the room)
| |
| − | What angel of mercy
| |
| − | will come forward to suck the poison
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | from my heaving buttocks?
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMLBETON:
| |
| − | I will have order in this court. Order!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Order, please!
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and we see a human news reporter)
| |
| − | NEWS REPORTER:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | (Adam is laying in a hospital bed and Barry flies in to see him)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Hey, buddy.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Hey.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Is there much pain?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Yeah.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I blew the whole case, didn't I?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | It doesn't matter. What matters is
| |
| − | you're alive. You could have died.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
| |
| − | (A small plastic sword is replaced as Adam's stinger)
| |
| − | They got it from the cafeteria
| |
| − | downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Look, there's
| |
| − | a little celery still on it.
| |
| − | (Flicks off the celery and sighs)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What was it like to sting someone?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | I can't explain it. It was all...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | All adrenaline and then...
| |
| − | and then ecstasy!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | ...All right.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | You think it was all a trap?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | What will the humans do to us
| |
| − | if they win?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I don't know.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | I hear they put the roaches in motels.
| |
| − | That doesn't sound so bad.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Adam, they check in,
| |
| − | but they don't check out!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Oh, my.
| |
| − | (Coughs)
| |
| − | Could you get a nurse
| |
| − | to close that window?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Why?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - The smoke.
| |
| − | (We can see that two humans are smoking cigarettes outside)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Bees don't smoke.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Right. Bees don't smoke.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Bees don't smoke!
| |
| − | But some bees are smoking.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | That's it! That's our case!
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | It is? It's not over?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Get back to the court and stall.
| |
| − | Stall any way you can.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Adam is making a paper boat in the courtroom)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | And assuming you've done step 29 correctly, you're ready for the tub!
| |
| − | (We see that the jury have each made their own paper boats after being
| |
| − | taught how by Adam. They all look confused)
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Mr. Flayman.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | Where is the rest of your team?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | (Continues stalling)
| |
| − | 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...
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | 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!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | to have to consider
| |
| − | Mr. Montgomery's motion.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | But you can't! We have a terrific case.
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | Where is your proof?
| |
| − | Where is the evidence?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Show me the smoking gun!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Barry flies in through the door)
| |
| − | Hold it, Your Honor!
| |
| − | You want a smoking gun?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Here is your smoking gun.
| |
| − | (Vanessa walks in holding a bee smoker. She sets it down on the Judge's
| |
| − | podium)
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | What is that?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | It's a bee smoker!
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | (Picks up smoker)
| |
| − | What, this?
| |
| − | This harmless little contraption?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | This couldn't hurt a fly,
| |
| − | let alone a bee.
| |
| − | (Montgomery accidentally fires it at the bees in the crowd and they faint
| |
| − |
| |
| − | and cough)
| |
| − | (Dozens of reporters start taking pictures of the suffering bees)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Look at what has happened
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | to bees who have never been asked,
| |
| − | "Smoking or non?"
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Is this what nature intended for us?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | To be forcibly addicted
| |
| − | to smoke machines
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | and man-made wooden slat work camps?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Living out our lives as honey slaves
| |
| − | to the white man?
| |
| − | (Barry points to the honey industry owners. One of them is an African
| |
| − | American so he awkwardly separates himself from the others)
| |
| − | LAWYER:
| |
| − | - What are we gonna do?
| |
| − | - He's playing the species card.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Ladies and gentlemen, please,
| |
| − | free these bees!
| |
| − | ADAM AND VANESSA:
| |
| − | Free the bees! Free the bees!
| |
| − | BEES IN CROWD:
| |
| − | Free the bees!
| |
| − | HUMAN JURY:
| |
| − | Free the bees! Free the bees!
| |
| − | JUDGE BUMBLETON:
| |
| − | The court finds in favor of the bees!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Vanessa, we won!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I knew you could do it! High-five!
| |
| − | (Vanessa hits Barry hard because her hand is too big)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Sorry.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Overjoyed)
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | MONTGOMERY:
| |
| − | This is an unholy perversion
| |
| − | of the balance of nature, Benson.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You'll regret this.
| |
| − | (Montgomery leaves and Barry goes outside the courtroom. Several reporters
| |
| − | start asking Barry questions)
| |
| − | REPORTER 1#:
| |
| − | Barry, how much honey is out there?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | All right. One at a time.
| |
| − | REPORTER 2#:
| |
| − | Barry, who are you wearing?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
| |
| − | and I have no pants.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Barry flies outside with the paparazzi and Adam and Vanessa stay back)
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | (To Vanessa)
| |
| − | - What if Montgomery's right?
| |
| − | Vanessa:
| |
| − | - What do you mean?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | We've been living the bee way
| |
| − | a long time, 27 million years.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to a man)
| |
| − | BUSINESS MAN:
| |
| − | Congratulations on your victory.
| |
| − | What will you demand as a settlement?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
| |
| − | of all bee work camps.
| |
| − | (As Barry is talking we see a montage of men putting "closed" tape over the
| |
| − | work camps and freeing the bees in the crappy apartments)
| |
| − | Then we want back the honey
| |
| − | that was ours to begin with,
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | every last drop.
| |
| − | (Men in suits are pushing all the honey of the aisle and into carts)
| |
| − | We demand an end to the glorification
| |
| − | of the bear as anything more
| |
| − | (We see a statue of a bear-shaped honey container being pulled down by
| |
| − | bees)
| |
| − | than a filthy, smelly,
| |
| − | bad-breath stink machine.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | We're all aware
| |
| − | of what they do in the woods.
| |
| − | (We see Winnie the Pooh sharing his honey with Piglet in the cross-hairs of
| |
| − | a high-tech sniper rifle)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Looking through binoculars)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Wait for my signal.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Take him out.
| |
| − | (Winnie gets hit by a tranquilizer dart and dramatically falls off the log
| |
| − | he was standing on, his tongue hanging out. Piglet looks at Pooh in fear
| |
| − | and the Sniper takes the honey.)
| |
| − | SNIPER:
| |
| − | He'll have nausea
| |
| − | for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | And we will no longer tolerate
| |
| − | bee-negative nicknames...
| |
| − | (Mr. Sting is sitting at home until he is taken out of his house by the men
| |
| − | in suits)
| |
| − | STING:
| |
| − | But it's just a prance-about stage name!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
| |
| − | in bogus health products
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | and la-dee-da human
| |
| − | tea-time snack garnishments.
| |
| − | (An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits smash
| |
| − | her face down on the table and take the honey)
| |
| − | OLD LADY:
| |
| − | Can't breathe.
| |
| − | (A honey truck pulls up to Barry's hive)
| |
| − | WORKER:
| |
| − | Bring it in, boys!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Hold it right there! Good.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Tap it.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Tons of honey is being pumped into the hive's storage)
| |
| − | BEE WORKER 1#:
| |
| − | (Honey overflows from the cup)
| |
| − | Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
| |
| − | and there's gallons more coming!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - I think we need to shut down!
| |
| − | =BEE WORKER #2=
| |
| − | - Shut down? We've never shut down.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Shut down honey production!
| |
| − | DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| − | Stop making honey!
| |
| − | (The bees all leave their stations. Two bees run into a room and they put
| |
| − | the keys into a machine)
| |
| − | Turn your key, sir!
| |
| − | (Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which
| |
| − | they press, shutting down the honey-making machines. This is the first time
| |
| − | this has ever happened)
| |
| − | BEE:
| |
| − | ...What do we do now?
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and a Bee is about to jump into a pool full of
| |
| − | honey)
| |
| − | Cannonball!
| |
| − | (The bee gets stuck in the honey and we get a short montage of Bees leaving
| |
| − | work)
| |
| − | (We see the Pollen Jocks flying but one of them gets a call on his antenna)
| |
| − | LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| − | (Through "phone")
| |
| − | We're shutting honey production!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Mission abort.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
| |
| − | Returning to base.
| |
| − | (The Pollen Jocks fly back to the hive)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (We get a time lapse of Central Park slowly wilting away as the bees all
| |
| − | relax)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Adam, you wouldn't believe
| |
| − | how much honey was out there.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Oh, yeah?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What's going on? Where is everybody?
| |
| − | (The entire street is deserted)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Are they out celebrating?
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - They're home.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | They don't know what to do.
| |
| − | Laying out, sleeping in.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way
| |
| − | to San Antonio with a cricket.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | At least we got our honey back.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to Vanessa)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | 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.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
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| − | You don't have any idea
| |
| − | what's going on, do you?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - What did you want to show me?
| |
| − | (Vanessa takes Barry to the rooftop where they first had coffee and points
| |
| − | to her store)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - This.
| |
| − | (Points at her flowers. They are all grey and wilting)
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What happened here?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | That is not the half of it.
| |
| − | (Small flash forward in time and Vanessa and Barry are on the roof of her
| |
| − | store and she points to Central Park)
| |
| − | (We see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is
| |
| − | grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very depressing to look at)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Oh, no. Oh, my.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − |
| |
| − | They're all wilting.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Doesn't look very good, does it?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | No.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | And whose fault do you think that is?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
| |
| − | VANESSA==
| |
| − | (Staring at Barry)
| |
| − | Bees?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Specifically, me.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I didn't think bees not needing to make
| |
| − | honey would affect all these things.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | It's not just flowers.
| |
| − | Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | That's our whole SAT test right there.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Take away produce, that affects
| |
| − | the entire animal kingdom.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | And then, of course...
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | The human species?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | So if there's no more pollination,
| |
| − |
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | it could all just go south here,
| |
| − | couldn't it?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I know this is also partly my fault.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | How about a suicide pact?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | How do we do it?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I'll sting you, you step on me.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - That just kills you twice.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Right, right.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Listen, Barry...
| |
| − | sorry, but I gotta get going.
| |
| − | (Vanessa leaves)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (To himself)
| |
| − | I had to open my mouth and talk.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Vanessa?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
| |
| − | Where are you going?
| |
| − | (Vanessa is getting into a taxi)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
| |
| − | I never meant it to turn out like this.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I know. Me neither.
| |
| − | (The taxi starts to drive away)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Tournament of Roses.
| |
| − | Roses can't do sports.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Roses!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Vanessa!
| |
| − | (Barry flies after the Taxi)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Roses?!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Barry?
| |
| − | (Barry is flying outside the window of the taxi)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Roses are flowers!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Yes, they are.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Flowers, bees, pollen!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I know.
| |
| − | That's why this is the last parade.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Maybe not.
| |
| − | Could you ask him to slow down?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Could you slow down?
| |
| − | (The taxi driver screeches to a stop and Barry keeps flying forward)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Barry!
| |
| − | (Barry flies back to the window)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | OK, I made a huge mistake.
| |
| − | This is a total disaster, all my fault.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Yes, it kind of is.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I've ruined the planet.
| |
| − | I wanted to help you
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | with the flower shop.
| |
| − | I've made it worse.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Actually, it's completely closed down.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I thought maybe you were remodeling.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | But I have another idea, and it's
| |
| − | greater than my previous ideas combined.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I don't want to hear it!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | 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.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Park.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Pollen!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Flowers.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Re-pollination!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Across the nation!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Tournament of Roses,
| |
| − | Pasadena, California.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | They've got nothing
| |
| − | but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Security will be tight.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I have an idea.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time. Vanessa is about to board a plane which has all the
| |
| − | Roses on board.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
| |
| − | (Holds out badge)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Official floral business. It's real.
| |
| − | SECURITY GUARD:
| |
| − | Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
| |
| − | =VANESSA==
| |
| − | Thank you. It was a gift.
| |
| − | (Barry is revealed to be hiding inside the brooch)
| |
| − | (Flash back in time and Barry and Vanessa are discussing their plan)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Once inside,
| |
| − | we just pick the right float.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | How about The Princess and the Pea?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I could be the princess,
| |
| − | and you could be the pea!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Yes, I got it.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Where should I sit?
| |
| − | GUARD:
| |
| − | - What are you?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - I believe I'm the pea.
| |
| − | GUARD:
| |
| − | - The pea?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | It goes under the mattresses.
| |
| − | GUARD:
| |
| − | - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
| |
| − | - I'm getting the marshal.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | You do that!
| |
| − | This whole parade is a fiasco!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Let's see what this baby'll do.
| |
| − | (Vanessa drives the float through traffic)
| |
| − | GUARD:
| |
| − | Hey, what are you doing?!
| |
| − | BARRY==
| |
| − | Then all we do
| |
| − | is blend in with traffic...
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | ...without arousing suspicion.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Once at the airport,
| |
| − | there's no stopping us.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are about to get on a plane)
| |
| − | SECURITY GUARD:
| |
| − | Stop! Security.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - You and your insect pack your float?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Yes.
| |
| − | SECURITY GUARD:
| |
| − | Has it been
| |
| − | in your possession the entire time?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Yes.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | SECURITY GUARD:
| |
| − | Would you remove your shoes?
| |
| − | (To Barry)
| |
| − | - Remove your stinger.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - It's part of me.
| |
| − | SECURITY GUARD:
| |
| − | I know. Just having some fun.
| |
| − | Enjoy your flight.
| |
| − | (Barry plotting with Vanessa)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Then if we're lucky, we'll have
| |
| − | just enough pollen to do the job.
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are flying on the plane)
| |
| − | Can you believe how lucky we are? We
| |
| − | have just enough pollen to do the job!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I think this is gonna work.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | It's got to work.
| |
| − | CAPTAIN SCOTT:
| |
| − | (On intercom)
| |
| − | Attention, passengers,
| |
| − | this is Captain Scott.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | We have a bit of bad weather
| |
| − | in New York.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | It looks like we'll experience
| |
| − | a couple hours delay.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Barry, these are cut flowers
| |
| − | with no water. They'll never make it.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I gotta get up there
| |
| − | and talk to them.
| |
| − | VANESSA==
| |
| − | Be careful.
| |
| − | (Barry flies right outside the cockpit door)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Can I get help
| |
| − | with the Sky Mall magazine?
| |
| − | I'd like to order the talking
| |
| − | inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
| |
| − | (The flight attendant opens the door and walks out and Barry flies into the
| |
| − | cockpit unseen)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Captain, I'm in a real situation.
| |
| − | CAPTAIN SCOTT:
| |
| − | - What'd you say, Hal?
| |
| − | CO-PILOT HAL:
| |
| − | - Nothing.
| |
| − | (Scott notices Barry and freaks out)
| |
| − | CAPTAIN SCOTT:
| |
| − | Bee!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | No,no,no, Don't freak out! My entire species...
| |
| − | (Captain Scott gets out of his seat and tries to suck Barry into a handheld
| |
| − | vacuum)
| |
| − | HAL:
| |
| − | (To Scott)
| |
| − | What are you doing?
| |
| − | (Barry lands on Hals hair but Scott sees him. He tries to suck up Barry but
| |
| − | instead he sucks up Hals toupee)
| |
| − | CAPTAIN SCOTT:
| |
| − | Uh-oh.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | HAL:
| |
| − | (Hal doesn't know Barry is on his head)
| |
| − | - Who's an attorney?
| |
| − | CAPTAIN SCOTT:
| |
| − | Don't move.
| |
| − | (Scott hits Hal in the face with the vacuum in an attempt to hit Barry. Hal
| |
| − | is knocked out and he falls on the life raft button which launches an
| |
| − | infalatable boat into Scott, who gets knocked out and falls to the floor.
| |
| − | They are both uncounscious.)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (To himself)
| |
| − | Oh, Barry.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (On intercom, with a Southern accent)
| |
| − | Good afternoon, passengers.
| |
| − | This is your captain.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
| |
| − | please report to the cockpit?
| |
| − | (Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| − | (Normal accent)
| |
| − | ...And please hurry!
| |
| − | (Vanessa opens the door and sees the life raft and the uncounscious pilots)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | What happened here?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I tried to talk to them, but
| |
| − | then there was a DustBuster,
| |
| − | a toupee, a life raft exploded.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Now one's bald, one's in a boat,
| |
| − | and they're both unconscious!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | ...Is that another bee joke?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | - No!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | No one's flying the plane!
| |
| − | BUD DITCHWATER:
| |
| − | (Through radio on plane)
| |
| − | This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
| |
| − | What's your status?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | This is Vanessa Bloome.
| |
| − | I'm a florist from New York.
| |
| − | BUD:
| |
| − | Where's the pilot?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | He's unconscious,
| |
| − | and so is the copilot.
| |
| − | BUD:
| |
| − | Not good. Does anyone onboard
| |
| − | have flight experience?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | As a matter of fact, there is.
| |
| − | BUD:
| |
| − | - Who's that?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Barry Benson.
| |
| − | BUD:
| |
| − | From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Vanessa, this is nothing more
| |
| − | than a big metal bee.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | It's got giant wings, huge engines.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I can't fly a plane.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Yes.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | How hard could it be?
| |
| − | (Vanessa sits down and flies for a little bit but we see lightning clouds
| |
| − | outside the window)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Wait, Barry!
| |
| − | We're headed into some lightning.
| |
| − | (An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the plane)
| |
| − | (We are now watching the Bee News)
| |
| − | BOB BUMBLE:
| |
| − | 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...
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | That's Barry!
| |
| − | BOB BUMBLE:
| |
| − | ...is attempting to land a plane,
| |
| − | loaded with people, flowers
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | and an incapacitated flight crew.
| |
| − | JANET, MARTIN, UNCLE CAR AND ADAM:
| |
| − | Flowers?!
| |
| − | (The scene switches to the human news)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | REPORTER:
| |
| − | (Talking with Bob Bumble)
| |
| − | We have a storm in the area
| |
| − | and two individuals at the controls
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | with absolutely no flight experience.
| |
| − | BOB BUMBLE:
| |
| − | Just a minute.
| |
| − | There's a bee on that plane.
| |
| − | BUD:
| |
| − | I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
| |
| − | and his no-account compadres.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | They've done enough damage.
| |
| − | REPORTER:
| |
| − | But isn't he your only hope?
| |
| − | BUD:
| |
| − | Technically, a bee
| |
| − | shouldn't be able to fly at all.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Their wings are too small...
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Through radio)
| |
| − | Haven't we heard this a million times?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | "The surface area of the wings
| |
| − | and body mass make no sense."...
| |
| − | BOB BUMBLE:
| |
| − | - Get this on the air!
| |
| − | BEE:
| |
| − | - Got it.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | BEE NEWS CREW:
| |
| − | - Stand by.
| |
| − | BEE NEWS CREW:
| |
| − | - We're going live!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Through radio on TV)
| |
| − | ...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!
| |
| − | BEES:
| |
| − | - Hello!
| |
| − | (The scene switches and Barry is teaching Vanessa how to fly)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Left, right, down, hover.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Hover?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Forget hover.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | This isn't so hard.
| |
| − | (Pretending to honk the horn)
| |
| − | Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
| |
| − | (A Lightning bolt hits the plane and autopilot turns off)
| |
| − | Barry, what happened?!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Wait, I think we were
| |
| − | on autopilot the whole time.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - That may have been helping me.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - And now we're not!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
| |
| − | (The plane plummets but we see Lou Lu Duva and the Pollen Jocks, along with
| |
| − | multiple other bees flying towards the plane)
| |
| − | Lou Lu DUva:
| |
| − | All of you, let's get
| |
| − | behind this fellow! Move it out!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Move out!
| |
| − | (The scene switches back to Vanessa and Barry in the plane)
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
| |
| − | you copy me with the wings of the plane!
| |
| − | (Barry sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of Vanessa's
| |
| − | face)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Don't have to yell.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I'm not yelling!
| |
| − | We're in a lot of trouble.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | It's very hard to concentrate
| |
| − | with that panicky tone in your voice!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | I can't do this!
| |
| − | (Barry slaps Vanessa)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Vanessa, pull yourself together.
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| − | You have to snap out of it!
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | (Slaps Barry)
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| − | You snap out of it.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | (Slaps Vanessa)
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| − | :
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| − | You snap out of it.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - You snap out of it!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - You snap out of it!
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| − | (We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane)
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - You snap out of it!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - You snap out of it!
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| − |
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - You snap out of it!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - You snap out of it!
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - Hold it!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Why? Come on, it's my turn.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | How is the plane flying?
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| − | (The plane is now safely flying)
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | I don't know.
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| − | (Barry's antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Hello?
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| − | LOU LU DUVA:
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| − | (Through "phone")
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| − | Benson, got any flowers
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| − | for a happy occasion in there?
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| − | (All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane)
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | The Pollen Jocks!
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| − | :
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| − | They do get behind a fellow.
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| − | LOU LU DUVA:
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| − | - Black and yellow.
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| − | POLLEN JOCKS:
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| − | - Hello.
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| − | LOU LU DUVA:
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| − | All right, let's drop this tin can
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| − |
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| − | on the blacktop.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Where? I can't see anything. Can you?
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
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| − | :
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| − | Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Thinking bee.
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| − | - Thinking bee.
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| − | (On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs)
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| − | BEES:
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| − | Thinking bee!
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| − | Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Wait a minute.
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| − | I think I'm feeling something.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - What?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
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| − | :
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| − | Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
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| − | :
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| − | Bring the nose down.
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| − | BEES:
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| − | Thinking bee!
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| − | Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| − | CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR:
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| − | - What in the world is on the tarmac?
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| − | BUD:
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| − | - Get some lights on that!
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| − |
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| − | (It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating
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| − | flower formation)
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| − | BEES:
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| − | Thinking bee!
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| − | Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - Vanessa, aim for the flower.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - OK.
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Out the engines. We're going in
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| − | on bee power. Ready, boys?
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| − | LOU LU DUVA:
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| − | Affirmative!
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
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| − | :
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| − | Land on that flower!
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| − | :
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| − | Ready? Full reverse!
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| − | :
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| − | Spin it around!
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| − | (The plane's nose is pointed at a flower painted on a nearby plane)
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| − | - Not that flower! The other one!
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - Which one?
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | - That flower.
| |
| − | (The plane is now pointed at a fat guy in a flowered shirt. He freaks out
| |
| − | and tries to take a picture of the plane)
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - I'm aiming at the flower!
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| − |
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| − | BARRY:
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| − | That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
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| − | I mean the giant pulsating flower
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| − | made of millions of bees!
| |
| − | (The plane hovers over the bee-flower)
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| − | :
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| − | Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
| |
| − | :
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| − | Rotate around it.
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| − | VANESSA:
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| − | - This is insane, Barry!
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - This's the only way I know how to fly.
| |
| − | BUD:
| |
| − | Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
| |
| − | flying in an insect-like pattern?
| |
| − | (The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the bee-flower)
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
| |
| − | Smell it. Full reverse!
| |
| − | :
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| − | Just drop it. Be a part of it.
| |
| − | :
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| − | Aim for the center!
| |
| − | :
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| − | Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Come on, already.
| |
| − | (The bees scatter and the plane safely lands)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Barry, we did it!
| |
| − | You taught me how to fly!
| |
| − |
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| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Yes!
| |
| − | (Vanessa is about to high-five Barry)
| |
| − | No high-five!
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | - Right.
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | Barry, it worked!
| |
| − | Did you see the giant flower?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | What giant flower? Where? Of course
| |
| − | I saw the flower! That was genius!
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | - Thank you.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - 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, or just
| |
| − | Museum of Natural History keychains?
| |
| − | BEES:
| |
| − | We're bees!
| |
| − | BEE WHO LIKES KEYCHAINS:
| |
| − | Keychain!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Then follow me! Except Keychain.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| − | Hold on, Barry. Here.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | You've earned this.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Yeah!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
| |
| − | fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
| |
| − | (The Pollen Jocks throw Barry a nectar-collecting gun. Barry catches it)
| |
| − | Oh, yeah.
| |
| − | JANET:
| |
| − | That's our Barry.
| |
| − | (Barry and the Pollen Jocks get pollen from the flowers on the plane)
| |
| − | (Flash forward in time and the Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC)
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | (Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa's shop and then heads to Central
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| − | Park)
| |
| − | BOY IN PARK:
| |
| − | Mom! The bees are back!
| |
| − | ADAM:
| |
| − | (Putting on his Krelman hat)
| |
| − | If anybody needs
| |
| − |
| |
| − | to make a call, now's the time.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I got a feeling we'll be
| |
| − | working late tonight!
| |
| − | (The bee honey factories are back up and running)
| |
| − | (Meanwhile at Vanessa's shop)
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | (To customer)
| |
| − | Here's your change. Have a great
| |
| − | afternoon! Can I help who's next?
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Would you like some honey with that?
| |
| − | It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
| |
| − | (There is a room in the shop where Barry does legal work for other animals.
| |
| − | He is currently talking with a Cow)
| |
| − | COW:
| |
| − | Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
| |
| − | And I don't see a nickel!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Sometimes I just feel
| |
| − | like a piece of meat!
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I had no idea.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Barry, I'm sorry.
| |
| − | Have you got a moment?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Would you excuse me?
| |
| − | My mosquito associate will help you.
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Sorry I'm late.
| |
| − | COW:
| |
| − | He's a lawyer too?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | MOOSEBLOOD:
| |
| − | Ma'am, I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
| |
| − | All I needed was a briefcase.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Have a great afternoon!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
| |
| − | and I can't get them anywhere.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | No problem, Vannie.
| |
| − | Just leave it to me.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | You're a lifesaver, Barry.
| |
| − | Can I help who's next?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | All right, scramble, jocks!
| |
| − | It's time to fly.
| |
| − | VANESSA:
| |
| − | Thank you, Barry!
| |
| − | (Ken walks by on the sidewalk and sees the "bee-approved honey" in
| |
| − | Vanessa's shop)
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | That bee is living my life!!
| |
| − | ANDY:
| |
| − | Let it go, Kenny.
| |
| − | KEN:
| |
| − | - When will this nightmare end?!
| |
| − | ANDY:
| |
| − | - Let it all go.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | - Beautiful day to fly.
| |
| − | POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| − |
| |
| − | - Sure is.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | Between you and me,
| |
| − | I was dying to get out of that office.
| |
| − | (Barry recreates the scene near the beginning of the movie where he flies
| |
| − | through the box kite. The movie fades to black and the credits being)
| |
| − | [--after credits; No scene can be seen but the characters can be heard
| |
| − | talking over the credits--]
| |
| − | You have got
| |
| − | to start thinking bee, my friend!
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | - Thinking bee!
| |
| − | - Me?
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | (Talking over singer)
| |
| − | Hold it. Let's just stop
| |
| − | for a second. Hold it.
| |
| − | :
| |
| − | I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
| |
| − | Can we stop here?
| |
| − | SINGER:
| |
| − | Oh, BarryBARRY:
| |
| − | I'm not making a major life decision
| |
| − | during a production number!
| |
| − | SINGER:
| |
| − | All right. Take ten, everybody.
| |
| − | Wrap it up, guys.
| |
| − | BARRY:
| |
| − | I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
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