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Andrew Wiggins

Gems of The Game / Moments 16


General information

Theme
Moments
Position
SF / SG
Height
6'8" (203cm)
Weight
200lbs (90kg)
Age
21
From
Kansas
Plays
Guard Post Up Isolation Mid Range

Prices

10,000
2 hours ago
10,000
2 days ago

Hot Zones

Badges

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Andrew Wiggins amethyst card

91 Overall

86 Outside scoring

  • 89 Open shot mid
  • 88 Contested shot mid
  • 84 Off dribble shot mid
  • 85 Open shot 3pt
  • 82 Contested shot 3pt
  • 80 Off dribble shot 3pt
  • 94 Shot IQ
  • 84 Free throw
  • 98 Off. consistency

83 Athleticism

  • 84 Speed
  • 86 Acceleration
  • 98 Vertical
  • 48 Strength
  • 95 Stamina
  • 85 Hustle
  • 83 Overall durability

80 Inside scoring

  • 90 Shot close
  • 92 Standing layup
  • 92 Driving layup
  • 40 Standing dunk
  • 95 Driving dunk
  • 50 Contact dunk
  • 95 Draw foul
  • 65 Post control
  • 45 Post hook
  • 77 Post fadeaway
  • 89 Hands

60 Playmaking

  • 80 Ball control
  • 54 Passing accuracy
  • 42 Passing vision
  • 69 Passing IQ
  • 81 Speed with ball

80 Defending

  • 86 On-ball def. IQ
  • 62 Low post def. IQ
  • 88 Pick & roll def. IQ
  • 88 Help def. IQ
  • 87 Lateral quickness
  • 75 Pass perception
  • 75 Reaction time
  • 61 Steal
  • 52 Block
  • 75 Shot contest
  • 75 Def. consistency

60 Rebounding

  • 47 Offensive rebound
  • 65 Defensive rebound
  • 60 Boxout
  • 91 Potential
  • 74 Intangibles
  • 3515 Total attr.


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  • 52

    RIP Nikola Jokic

    29

    2K
    ANDREW WIGGINS MURDERED A MAN AND HE DEOSNT GET A POSTERIZER BADGE

    23

    he took it like a champ
    he didnt fall
    it was a good defensive effort
    im not mad at him for it
    he still died, but at least he tried

    1

    I respect the ones that try to block the shot, without caring if he doesn't get it..instead of run out the way so he doesn't get put on a poster

    Show 1 reply...
    0

    Unlike Derrick Rose with LeBron

    Show 1 more reply...
    -17

    I agree. This new group of players show heart. Guys like Durant, Draymon, Harden, and even Kawhi at times are whiney. This new group takes it like a champ.

    Show 4 replies...
    16

    Kawhi? Whiny? Are you high?

    12

    Yeah man I'm not gonna call you high but I don' think Kawhi is whiney at all. Kawhi is 100% respectable and for the most part just seems like he keeps his mouth shut.

    6

    how come you didn't mention lebron

    3

    Lol you didn't mention Bron but you mentioned Kawhi

    13

    Welp. Rip. The autopsy showed Nikolai tasted Andrew Wiggins nuts right before death

    5

    report say he survived but is mentally injured

    3

    only 50 contact dunk? ya jokin

    2

    he makes it look so effortless too, he just glides through the air

    1

    2K
    GIVE HIM A 90 CONTACT DUNK AND GOLD POSTER BADGE

    1

    The Canadian Poster Machine

    0

    ikr, i'm sorry nikola

    -2

    Warning, sometimes I get seizuresjfkajfklajfkljalkfjaiohegflkanlgkdjkljahieoghalkndlkfagiheioa

    -3

    NIKOLA IS YOUR FATHER

    -4

    [Deleted]

    -1

    Bro

    Show 4 replies...
    -1

    What?

    -1

    Bro Wiggins is a beast dunker

    -1

    Ik

    -1

    I like Harden more he is my fav player

    -6

    He stole the MIP award with one dunk

    7

    hey zem you know KAT had 24 and 19 last night?

    Show 5 replies...
    1

    me and 2k were about to fight if a "kard" came out

    1

    how do you fight 2k?

    2

    idk tbh lol

    3

    If you figure it out, can you get them to fix the the lag online?

    0

    Why do you hate KAT

    -7

    jokic is 100 times better doe

  • 16

    BREAKING NEWS

    Andrew Wiggins, an NBA player for the Minnesota Timberwolves, has been found guilty for the murder of NIkola Jokic.

    -15

    [Deleted]

    6

    thats not very nice

  • 12

    50 contact dunk? Jokic would disagree.

  • 5

    I hope he becaimes an all star next year

    0

    Same, he's my fav player

  • 3

    Joins Allen Iverson, kd and lbj as the only people with back to back 40 point games under 22 years old

    -1

    Wow really, what a useless stat

  • 1

    RIP jokic he was a great man i don't know if he was a gold or a sliver to begin with but he was good man

  • 1

    well deserved

  • 1

    and another card gone to waste bc of no badges gg

  • 1

    The joker has had his last laugh

  • 1

    When you murder a 7 footer and don't get a badge for it

  • 1

    This card isn't really an upgrade

  • 1

    ANDREW3000 HIPPITY HOPPITY WICK WACKA WOOPY SKRR CHKK CHKK HIPTY HOPTY HOP HOP HOP!!!!

  • 0

    WHY NO BADGES?

  • 0

    Card lowkey stupid i dont need amy i need diamond!!!

    0

    It won't be long before he gets a diamond

  • 0

    Still no badges ronnie

  • 0

    Wiggy gets work done two straight 40 pointers that deserves 2 claps

  • 0

    I'm finna nut

  • 0

    NEXT KOBE?

  • 0

    that contact dunk is tooo low and no posterizer 2k ncncnc

  • 0

    Come on 2K No Badges?

  • 0

    50 contact dunk? Jokic disagrees

  • 0

    SELLING MY WHOLE TEAM FOR THIS

    0

    watch him get a diamond in 2 weeks...

    0

    holy shit i would rip so many packs for that

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    0

    it would be OP

    0

    Too good. Boosted Wiggins with a respectable jump shot would be unfair.

    -1

    like having pink diamond Kobe

    0

    f!ck u mean it is impossible to get him rn

    -1

    i said like having him he has similar stats very athletic good shooter

  • 0

    Where is POSTERIZER BADGE ?!
    https://youtu.be/g1YBgRa_ZVc?t=80

  • 0

    When is he getting badges? Decent "hot" zones? or atleast remove those cold ones

  • 0

    YASSSS WIGGINS!!!!!!

  • 0

    Get Wiggy with it

  • 0

    He should have gotten hof posterizer

  • 0

    This man is so cold he ate snowballs as pills to chill the ice in his veins

  • 0

    this card is so mental it got nothing upgraded and has 4 mental badges

  • 0

    This man just doesn't stop.

  • 0

    This card is sooo cheesy at PG!!

  • 0

    I have to admit,, these upgrades are not as good as I thought

  • 0
  • 0

    No badges come on bruh

  • 0

    That moment u see that Big Mac on a table where no one is sitting.

  • 0

    Jokic got it first :)

  • 0

    Very good card all around star i would recommend him to anyone

  • 0

    Kunta Kinte lookin ass

  • 0

    when 2k gives you a moments card for your 40 point game but not your 41 point game

    0

    I think the card was for back to back 40 games.

    0

    One was an L, one was a W.

    0

    still its moments for the player not the player AND team

    Show 1 reply...
    0

    Unless the team is losing like every game, 2K is more willing to give a moments card when the player helps the team win lol.

  • 0

    dang it second

  • 0
  • 0

    Back to Back 40 point games. Let the young man flourish!

  • 0

    Young boi getitng buckets

  • 0

    Dunk contest snub, Deandre shouldn't have made it.

  • 0

    Really sad that LaVine got injured. Him KAT and Wiggins looked like the furure Big 3 of the NBA. I hope he makes a good recovery to help this guy win a ring one day

  • 0

    At least wiggingssss

  • 0

    looking like Kobe stats out there

  • 0

    Looks Beastly

  • 0

    Deserved this yesterday tbh

  • 0
  • 0

    AW is taking over...#RIPLavine

  • 0

    Nice 3 but the cold zones are ehhhhhh

  • 0

    Not so bold prediction: He will never be an all-star.

  • 0

    Man 2k. I can't make any open shots and the computer makes 90000% of their contested. Well played ronnie and chris and rachel

  • 0

    This upgrade is very low.

  • 0

    If his dunking tendencies are still the same then this card is a huge L

  • 0

    I always say to myself "Get Wiggy with it" whenever I see Wiggins.

  • 0

    So he played good enough to earn an Amethyst moment card but not good enough for 2K to add badges on him?

  • 0

    Wiggins posterizing Jokic is what I think about him winning MIP

  • 0

    upvote if you think nikola pekovic should LEAVE THE WOLVES ALREADY

  • 0

    50 Contact Dunk?
    Jokic would disagree

  • 0

    98 vertical?? This guy has the highest vertical in the WHOLE NBA. Give him a break..

    0

    lol I'm not disagreeing but what about Lavine?

  • 0

    Wiggins+KAT=Dynamic Duo

    -1

    Should be Wiggins and Embiid

    0

    why? lol

    Show 2 replies...
    1

    Because they went to Kansas together

  • 0

    dat offence consistently.

  • 0

    0 badges....

  • 0

    He littery the same card

  • 0

    Well deserved card!

  • 0

    50 contact dunk......

  • 0

    I need this card

  • 0

    He was just jealous that Jokic had an amethyst card and he didnt. 2k wrote Jokic's death sentence before the game began

  • 0

    This card wants to make me WIGG out

  • 0

    https://i.imgur.com/tyHbSCH.jpg

  • 0

    jokic doesn't agree with that 50 contact dunk

  • 0
  • 0

    Booty had me like

  • 0

    That dunk on Jokic mad me cry

  • 0

    lets go we finally get a good Kobe Bryant card!!!

  • 0

    Canada's pride

  • 0

    wtf why does it say he has 89 hands when in real life he only has 2. smh 2k so dumb

  • -1

    he not even a good dunker

  • -1

    how does he have an amethyst, hes not even top 2 on his team

    0

    which two players are better?

    0

    towns lavine

    Show 2 replies...
    0

    Really? Lavine is all around better? C'mon man

    0

    probs not but its close

  • -2

    508G37 mother should have swallowed him

  • -5
  • -6

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    -1

    L

    -2

    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's

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    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's

    9

    bro can you fuck off

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    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's

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    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's

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    WE KNOW WHAT THE BEE MOVIE IS

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    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's

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    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's

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    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's

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    Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

    Voila! Finally, the Bee Movie script is here for all you fans of the Jerry Seinfeld animated movie. This puppy is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of the movie to get the dialogue. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and all that jazz, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. At least you'll have some Bee Movie quotes (or even a monologue or two) to annoy your coworkers with in the meantime, right?
    And swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards -- because reading is good for your noodle. Better than Farmville, anyway.
    Bee Movie Script



    According to all known laws
    of aviation,


    there is no way a bee
    should be able to fly.


    Its wings are too small to get
    its fat little body off the ground.


    The bee, of course, flies anyway


    because bees don't care
    what humans think is impossible.


    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
    Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


    Ooh, black and yellow!
    Let's shake it up a little.


    Barry! Breakfast is ready!


    Ooming!


    Hang on a second.


    Hello?


    - Barry?
    - Adam?


    - Oan you believe this is happening?
    - I can't. I'll pick you up.


    Looking sharp.


    Use the stairs. Your father
    paid good money for those.


    Sorry. I'm excited.


    Here's the graduate.
    We're very proud of you, son.


    A perfect report card, all B's.


    Very proud.


    Ma! I got a thing going here.


    - You got lint on your fuzz.
    - Ow! That's me!


    - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
    - Bye!


    Barry, I told you,
    stop flying in the house!


    - Hey, Adam.
    - Hey, Barry.


    - Is that fuzz gel?
    - A little. Special day, graduation.


    Never thought I'd make it.


    Three days grade school,
    three days high school.


    Those were awkward.


    Three days college. I'm glad I took
    a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


    You did come back different.


    - Hi, Barry.
    - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


    - Hear about Frankie?
    - Yeah.


    - You going to the funeral?
    - No, I'm not going.


    Everybody knows,
    sting someone, you die.


    Don't waste it on a squirrel.
    Such a hothead.


    I guess he could have
    just gotten out of the way.


    I love this incorporating
    an amusement park into our day.


    That's why we don't need vacations.


    Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
    under the circumstances.


    - Well, Adam, today we are men.
    - We are!


    - Bee-men.
    - Amen!


    Hallelujah!


    Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


    please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


    Welcome, New Hive Oity
    graduating class of...


    ...9:15.


    That concludes our ceremonies.


    And begins your career
    at Honex Industries!


    Will we pick ourjob today?


    I heard it's just orientation.


    Heads up! Here we go.


    Keep your hands and antennas
    inside the tram at all times.


    - Wonder what it'll be like?
    - A little scary.


    Welcome to Honex,
    a division of Honesco


    and a part of the Hexagon Group.


    This is it!


    Wow.


    Wow.


    We know that you, as a bee,
    have worked your whole life


    to get to the point where you
    can work for your whole life.


    Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
    Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


    Our top-secret formula


    is automatically color-corrected,
    scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


    into this soothing sweet syrup


    with its distinctive
    golden glow you know as...


    Honey!


    - That girl was hot.
    - She's my cousin!


    - She is?
    - Yes, we're all cousins.


    - Right. You're right.
    - At Honex, we constantly strive


    to improve every aspect
    of bee existence.


    These bees are stress-testing
    a new helmet technology.


    - What do you think he makes?
    - Not enough.


    Here we have our latest advancement,
    the Krelman.


    - What does that do?
    - Oatches that little strand of honey


    that hangs after you pour it.
    Saves us millions.


    Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


    Of course. Most bee jobs are
    small ones. But bees know


    that every small job,
    if it's done well, means a lot.


    But choose carefully


    because you'll stay in the job
    you pick for the rest of your life.


    The same job the rest of your life?
    I didn't know that.


    What's the difference?


    You'll be happy to know that bees,
    as a species, haven't had one day off


    in 27 million years.


    So you'll just work us to death?


    We'll sure try.


    Wow! That blew my mind!


    "What's the difference?"
    How can you say that?


    One job forever?
    That's an insane choice to have to make.


    I'm relieved. Now we only have
    to make one decision in life.


    But, Adam, how could they
    never have told us that?


    Why would you question anything?
    We're bees.


    We're the most perfectly
    functioning society on Earth.


    You ever think maybe things
    work a little too well here?


    Like what? Give me one example.


    I don't know. But you know
    what I'm talking about.


    Please clear the gate.
    Royal Nectar Force on approach.


    Wait a second. Oheck it out.


    - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
    - Wow.


    I've never seen them this close.


    They know what it's like
    outside the hive.


    Yeah, but some don't come back.


    - Hey, Jocks!
    - Hi, Jocks!


    You guys did great!


    You're monsters!
    You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


    - I wonder where they were.
    - I don't know.


    Their day's not planned.


    Outside the hive, flying who knows
    where, doing who knows what.


    You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
    Jock. You have to be bred for that.


    Right.


    Look. That's more pollen
    than you and I will see in a lifetime.


    It's just a status symbol.
    Bees make too much of it.


    Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
    and the ladies see you wearing it.


    Those ladies?
    Aren't they our cousins too?


    Distant. Distant.


    Look at these two.


    - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
    - Let's have fun with them.


    It must be dangerous
    being a Pollen Jock.


    Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
    against a mushroom!


    He had a paw on my throat,
    and with the other, he was slapping me!


    - Oh, my!
    - I never thought I'd knock him out.


    What were you doing during this?


    Trying to alert the authorities.


    I can autograph that.


    A little gusty out there today,
    wasn't it, comrades?


    Yeah. Gusty.


    We're hitting a sunflower patch
    six miles from here tomorrow.


    - Six miles, huh?
    - Barry!


    A puddle jump for us,
    but maybe you're not up for it.


    - Maybe I am.
    - You are not!


    We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


    What do you think, buzzy-boy?
    Are you bee enough?


    I might be. It all depends
    on what 0900 means.


    Hey, Honex!


    Dad, you surprised me.


    You decide what you're interested in?


    - Well, there's a lot of choices.
    - But you only get one.


    Do you ever get bored
    doing the same job every day?


    Son, let me tell you about stirring.


    You grab that stick, and you just
    move it around, and you stir it around.


    You get yourself into a rhythm.
    It's a beautiful thing.


    You know, Dad,
    the more I think about it,


    maybe the honey field
    just isn't right for me.


    You were thinking of what,
    making balloon animals?


    That's a bad job
    for a guy with a stinger.


    Janet, your son's not sure
    he wants to go into honey!


    - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
    - I'm not trying to be funny.


    You're not funny! You're going
    into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


    - You're gonna be a stirrer?
    - No one's listening to me!


    Wait till you see the sticks I have.


    I could say anything right now.
    I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


    Let's open some honey and celebrate!


    Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
    Shave my antennae.


    Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
    a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


    I'm so proud.


    - We're starting work today!
    - Today's the day.


    Oome on! All the good jobs
    will be gone.


    Yeah, right.


    Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
    stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


    - Is it still available?
    - Hang on. Two left!


    One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
    Step to the side.


    - What'd you get?
    - Picking crud out. Stellar!


    Wow!


    Oouple of newbies?


    Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


    Make your choice.


    - You want to go first?
    - No, you go.


    Oh, my. What's available?


    Restroom attendant's open,
    not for the reason you think.


    - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
    - Sure, you're on.


    I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


    Wax monkey's always open.


    The Krelman opened up again.


    What happened?


    A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
    He's dead. Another dead one.


    Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


    Dead from the neck up.
    Dead from the neck down. That's life!


    Oh, this is so hard!


    Heating, cooling,
    stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


    humming, inspector number seven,
    lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


    mite wrangler. Barry, what
    do you think I should... Barry?


    Barry!


    All right, we've got the sunflower patch
    in quadrant nine...


    What happened to you?
    Where are you?


    - I'm going out.
    - Out? Out where?


    - Out there.
    - Oh, no!


    I have to, before I go
    to work for the rest of my life.


    You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


    Another call coming in.


    If anyone's feeling brave,
    there's a Korean deli on 83rd


    that gets their roses today.


    Hey, guys.


    - Look at that.
    - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


    Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


    It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


    Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


    Sign here, here. Just initial that.


    - Thank you.
    - OK.


    You got a rain advisory today,


    and as you all know,
    bees cannot fly in rain.


    So be careful. As always,
    watch your brooms,


    hockey sticks, dogs,
    birds, bears and bats.


    Also, I got a couple of reports
    of root beer being poured on us.


    Murphy's in a home because of it,
    babbling like a cicada!


    - That's awful.
    - And a reminder for you rookies,


    bee law number one,
    absolutely no talking to humans!


    All right, launch positions!


    Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
    buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


    Black and yellow!


    Hello!


    You ready for this, hot shot?


    Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


    Wind, check.


    - Antennae, check.
    - Nectar pack, check.


    - Wings, check.
    - Stinger, check.


    Scared out of my shorts, check.


    OK, ladies,


    let's move it out!


    Pound those petunias,
    you striped stem-suckers!


    All of you, drain those flowers!


    Wow! I'm out!


    I can't believe I'm out!


    So blue.


    I feel so fast and free!


    Box kite!


    Wow!


    Flowers!


    This is Blue Leader.
    We have roses visual.


    Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


    Roses!


    30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


    Stand to the side, kid.
    It's got a bit of a kick.


    That is one nectar collector!


    - Ever see pollination up close?
    - No, sir.


    I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
    over here. Maybe a dash over there,


    a pinch on that one.
    See that? It's a little bit of magic.


    That's amazing. Why do we do that?


    That's pollen power. More pollen, more
    flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


    Oool.


    I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
    Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


    Oopy that visual.


    Wait. One of these flowers
    seems to be on the move.


    Say again? You're reporting
    a moving flower?


    Affirmative.


    That was on the line!


    This is the coolest. What is it?


    I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


    It smells good.
    Not like a flower, but I like it.


    Yeah, fuzzy.


    Ohemical-y.


    Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


    My sweet lord of bees!


    Oandy-brain, get off there!


    Problem!


    - Guys!
    - This could be bad.


    Affirmative.


    Very close.


    Gonna hurt.


    Mama's little boy.


    You are way out of position, rookie!


    Ooming in at you like a missile!


    Help me!


    I don't think these are flowers.


    - Should we tell him?
    - I think he knows.


    What is this?!


    Match point!


    You can start packing up, honey,
    because you're about to eat it!


    Yowser!


    Gross.


    There's a bee in the car!


    - Do something!
    - I'm driving!


    - Hi, bee.
    - He's back here!


    He's going to sting me!


    Nobody move. If you don't move,
    he won't sting you. Freeze!


    He blinked!


    Spray him, Granny!


    What are you doing?!


    Wow... the tension level
    out here is unbelievable.


    I gotta get home.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Oan't fly in rain.


    Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Ken, could you close
    the window please?


    Oheck out my new resume.
    I made it into a fold-out brochure.


    You see? Folds out.


    Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


    What was that?


    Maybe this time. This time. This time.
    This time! This time! This...


    Drapes!


    That is diabolical.


    It's fantastic. It's got all my special
    skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


    What's number one? Star Wars?


    Nah, I don't go for that...


    ...kind of stuff.


    No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
    They're out of their minds.


    When I leave a job interview, they're
    flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


    There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


    I don't remember the sun
    having a big 75 on it.


    I predicted global warming.


    I could feel it getting hotter.
    At first I thought it was just me.


    Wait! Stop! Bee!


    Stand back. These are winter boots.


    Wait!


    Don't kill him!


    You know I'm allergic to them!
    This thing could kill me!


    Why does his life have
    less value than yours?


    Why does his life have any less value
    than mine? Is that your statement?


    I'm just saying all life has value. You
    don't know what he's capable of feeling.


    My brochure!


    There you go, little guy.


    I'm not scared of him.
    It's an allergic thing.


    Put that on your resume brochure.


    My whole face could puff up.


    Make it one of your special skills.


    Knocking someone out
    is also a special skill.


    Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


    - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
    - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


    - You could put carob chips on there.
    - Bye.


    - Supposed to be less calories.
    - Bye.


    I gotta say something.


    She saved my life.
    I gotta say something.


    All right, here it goes.


    Nah.


    What would I say?


    I could really get in trouble.


    It's a bee law.
    You're not supposed to talk to a human.


    I can't believe I'm doing this.


    I've got to.


    Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


    No. Yes. No.


    Do it. I can't.


    How should I start it?
    "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


    Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


    Hi!


    I'm sorry.


    - You're talking.
    - Yes, I know.


    You're talking!


    I'm so sorry.


    No, it's OK. It's fine.
    I know I'm dreaming.


    But I don't recall going to bed.


    Well, I'm sure this
    is very disconcerting.


    This is a bit of a surprise to me.
    I mean, you're a bee!


    I am. And I'm not supposed
    to be doing this,


    but they were all trying to kill me.


    And if it wasn't for you...


    I had to thank you.
    It's just how I was raised.


    That was a little weird.


    - I'm talking with a bee.
    - Yeah.


    I'm talking to a bee.
    And the bee is talking to me!


    I just want to say I'm grateful.
    I'll leave now.


    - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
    - What?


    The talking thing.


    Same way you did, I guess.
    "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


    - That's very funny.
    - Yeah.


    Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
    we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


    Anyway...


    Oan I...


    ...get you something?
    - Like what?


    I don't know. I mean...
    I don't know. Ooffee?


    I don't want to put you out.


    It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


    - It's just coffee.
    - I hate to impose.


    - Don't be ridiculous!
    - Actually, I would love a cup.


    Hey, you want rum cake?


    - I shouldn't.
    - Have some.


    - No, I can't.
    - Oome on!


    I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


    - Where?
    - These stripes don't help.


    You look great!


    I don't know if you know
    anything about fashion.


    Are you all right?


    No.


    He's making the tie in the cab
    as they're flying up Madison.


    He finally gets there.


    He runs up the steps into the church.
    The wedding is on.


    And he says, "Watermelon?
    I thought you said Guatemalan.


    Why would I marry a watermelon?"


    Is that a bee joke?


    That's the kind of stuff we do.


    Yeah, different.


    So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


    About work? I don't know.


    I want to do my part for the hive,
    but I can't do it the way they want.


    I know how you feel.


    - You do?
    - Sure.


    My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
    a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


    - Really?
    - My only interest is flowers.


    Our new queen was just elected
    with that same campaign slogan.


    Anyway, if you look...


    There's my hive right there. See it?


    You're in Sheep Meadow!


    Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


    No way! I know that area.
    I lost a toe ring there once.


    - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
    - Why not?


    - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
    - Maybe I'll try that.


    - You all right, ma'am?
    - Oh, yeah. Fine.


    Just having two cups of coffee!


    Anyway, this has been great.
    Thanks for the coffee.


    Yeah, it's no trouble.


    Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
    I'd be up the rest of my life.


    Are you...?


    Oan I take a piece of this with me?


    Sure! Here, have a crumb.


    - Thanks!
    - Yeah.


    All right. Well, then...
    I guess I'll see you around.


    Or not.


    OK, Barry.


    And thank you
    so much again... for before.


    Oh, that? That was nothing.


    Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


    This can't possibly work.


    He's all set to go.
    We may as well try it.


    OK, Dave, pull the chute.


    - Sounds amazing.
    - It was amazing!


    It was the scariest,
    happiest moment of my life.


    Humans! I can't believe
    you were with humans!


    Giant, scary humans!
    What were they like?


    Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


    They eat crazy giant things.
    They drive crazy.


    - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
    - Some of them. But some of them don't.


    - How'd you get back?
    - Poodle.


    You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
    whatever you wanted to see.


    You had your "experience." Now you
    can pick out yourjob and be normal.


    - Well...
    - Well?


    Well, I met someone.


    You did? Was she Bee-ish?


    - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
    - No, no, no, not a wasp.


    - Spider?
    - I'm not attracted to spiders.


    I know it's the hottest thing,
    with the eight legs and all.


    I can't get by that face.


    So who is she?


    She's... human.


    No, no. That's a bee law.
    You wouldn't break a bee law.


    - Her name's Vanessa.
    - Oh, boy.


    She's so nice. And she's a florist!


    Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


    We're not dating.


    You're flying outside the hive, talking
    to humans that attack our homes


    with power washers and M-80s!
    One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


    She saved my life!
    And she understands me.


    This is over!


    Eat this.


    This is not over! What was that?


    - They call it a crumb.
    - It was so stingin' stripey!


    And that's not what they eat.
    That's what falls off what they eat!


    - You know what a Oinnabon is?
    - No.


    It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
    They heat it up...


    Sit down!


    ...really hot!
    - Listen to me!


    We are not them! We're us.
    There's us and there's them!


    Yes, but who can deny
    the heart that is yearning?


    There's no yearning.
    Stop yearning. Listen to me!


    You have got to start thinking bee,
    my friend. Thinking bee!


    - Thinking bee.
    - Thinking bee.


    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
    Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


    There he is. He's in the pool.


    You know what your problem is, Barry?


    I gotta start thinking bee?


    How much longer will this go on?


    It's been three days!
    Why aren't you working?


    I've got a lot of big life decisions
    to think about.


    What life? You have no life!
    You have no job. You're barely a bee!


    Would it kill you
    to make a little honey?


    Barry, come out.
    Your father's talking to you.


    Martin, would you talk to him?


    Barry, I'm talking to you!


    You coming?


    Got everything?


    All set!


    Go ahead. I'll catch up.


    Don't be too long.


    Watch this!


    Vanessa!


    - We're still here.
    - I told you not to yell at him.


    He doesn't respond to yelling!


    - Then why yell at me?
    - Because you don't listen!


    I'm not listening to this.


    Sorry, I've gotta go.


    - Where are you going?
    - I'm meeting a friend.


    A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


    Bye.


    I just hope she's Bee-ish.


    They have a huge parade
    of flowers every year in Pasadena?


    To be in the Tournament of Roses,
    that's every florist's dream!


    Up on a float, surrounded
    by flowers, crowds cheering.


    A tournament. Do the roses
    compete in athletic events?


    No. All right, I've got one.
    How come you don't fly everywhere?


    It's exhausting. Why don't you
    run everywhere? It's faster.


    Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
    All right, your turn.


    TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
    That's insane!


    You don't have that?


    We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
    It's a horrible, horrible disease.


    Oh, my.


    Dumb bees!


    You must want to sting all those jerks.


    We try not to sting.
    It's usually fatal for us.


    So you have to watch your temper.


    Very carefully.
    You kick a wall, take a walk,


    write an angry letter and throw it out.
    Work through it like any emotion:


    Anger, jealousy, lust.


    Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


    Yeah.


    - What is wrong with you?!
    - It's a bug.


    He's not bothering anybody.
    Get out of here, you creep!


    What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


    Yeah, it was. How did you know?


    It felt like about 10 pages.
    Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


    You've really got that
    down to a science.


    - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
    - I'll bet.


    What in the name
    of Mighty Hercules is this?


    How did this get here?
    Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


    Ray Liotta Private Select?


    - Is he that actor?
    - I never heard of him.


    - Why is this here?
    - For people. We eat it.


    You don't have
    enough food of your own?


    - Well, yes.
    - How do you get it?


    - Bees make it.
    - I know who makes it!


    And it's hard to make it!


    There's heating, cooling, stirring.
    You need a whole Krelman thing!


    - It's organic.
    - It's our-ganic!


    It's just honey, Barry.


    Just what?!


    Bees don't know about this!
    This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


    You've taken our homes, schools,
    hospitals! This is all we have!


    And it's on sale?!
    I'm getting to the bottom of this.


    I'm getting to the bottom
    of all of this!


    Hey, Hector.


    - You almost done?
    - Almost.


    He is here. I sense it.


    Well, I guess I'll go home now


    and just leave this nice honey out,
    with no one around.


    You're busted, box boy!


    I knew I heard something.
    So you can talk!


    I can talk.
    And now you'll start talking!


    Where you getting the sweet stuff?
    Who's your supplier?


    I don't understand.
    I thought we were friends.


    The last thing we want
    to do is upset bees!


    You're too late! It's ours now!


    You, sir, have crossed
    the wrong sword!


    You, sir, will be lunch
    for my iguana, Ignacio!


    Where is the honey coming from?


    Tell me where!


    Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


    Orazy person!


    What horrible thing has happened here?


    These faces, they never knew
    what hit them. And now


    they're on the road to nowhere!


    Just keep still.


    What? You're not dead?


    Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
    that moves. Where you headed?


    To Honey Farms.
    I am onto something huge here.


    I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
    crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


    I'm going to Tacoma.


    - And you?
    - He really is dead.


    All right.


    Uh-oh!


    - What is that?!
    - Oh, no!


    - A wiper! Triple blade!
    - Triple blade?


    Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


    Why does everything have
    to be so doggone clean?!


    How much do you people need to see?!


    Open your eyes!
    Stick your head out the window!


    From NPR News in Washington,
    I'm Oarl Kasell.


    But don't kill no more bugs!


    - Bee!
    - Moose blood guy!!


    - You hear something?
    - Like what?


    Like tiny screaming.


    Turn off the radio.


    Whassup, bee boy?


    Hey, Blood.


    Just a row of honey jars,
    as far as the eye could see.


    Wow!


    I assume wherever this truck goes
    is where they're getting it.


    I mean, that honey's ours.


    - Bees hang tight.
    - We're all jammed in.


    It's a close community.


    Not us, man. We on our own.
    Every mosquito on his own.


    - What if you get in trouble?
    - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


    Nobody likes us. They just smack.
    See a mosquito, smack, smack!


    At least you're out in the world.
    You must meet girls.


    Mosquito girls try to trade up,
    get with a moth, dragonfly.


    Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


    You got to be kidding me!


    Mooseblood's about to leave
    the building! So long, bee!


    - Hey, guys!
    - Mooseblood!


    I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
    Did you bring your crazy straw?


    We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
    and it's pretty much pure profit.


    What is this place?


    A bee's got a brain
    the size of a pinhead.


    They are pinheads!


    Pinhead.


    - Oheck out the new smoker.
    - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


    The Thomas 3000!


    Smoker?


    Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
    Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


    A couple breaths of this
    knocks them right out.


    They make the honey,
    and we make the money.


    "They make the honey,
    and we make the money"?


    Oh, my!


    What's going on? Are you OK?


    Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


    Do you know you're
    in a fake hive with fake walls?


    Our queen was moved here.
    We had no choice.


    This is your queen?
    That's a man in women's clothes!


    That's a drag queen!


    What is this?


    Oh, no!


    There's hundreds of them!


    Bee honey.


    Our honey is being brazenly stolen
    on a massive scale!


    This is worse than anything bears
    have done! I intend to do something.


    Oh, Barry, stop.


    Who told you humans are taking
    our honey? That's a rumor.


    Do these look like rumors?


    That's a conspiracy theory.
    These are obviously doctored photos.


    How did you get mixed up in this?


    He's been talking to humans.


    - What?
    - Talking to humans?!


    He has a human girlfriend.
    And they make out!


    Make out? Barry!


    We do not.


    - You wish you could.
    - Whose side are you on?


    The bees!


    I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
    Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


    Barry, this is what you want
    to do with your life?


    I want to do it for all our lives.
    Nobody works harder than bees!


    Dad, I remember you
    coming home so overworked


    your hands were still stirring.
    You couldn't stop.


    I remember that.


    What right do they have to our honey?


    We live on two cups a year. They put it
    in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


    Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


    Sting them where it really hurts.


    In the face! The eye!


    - That would hurt.
    - No.


    Up the nose? That's a killer.


    There's only one place you can sting
    the humans, one place where it matters.


    Hive at Five, the hive's only
    full-hour action news source.


    No more bee beards!


    With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


    Weather with Storm Stinger.


    Sports with Buzz Larvi.


    And Jeanette Ohung.


    - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
    - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


    A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


    intends to sue the human race
    for stealing our honey,


    packaging it and profiting
    from it illegally!


    Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


    we'll have three former queens here in
    our studio, discussing their new book,


    Olassy Ladies,
    out this week on Hexagon.


    Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


    Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
    from the hive. I can't do this"?


    Bees have never been afraid
    to change the world.


    What about Bee Oolumbus?
    Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


    Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


    We were thinking
    of stickball or candy stores.


    How old are you?


    The bee community
    is supporting you in this case,


    which will be the trial
    of the bee century.


    You know, they have a Larry King
    in the human world too.


    It's a common name. Next week...


    He looks like you and has a show
    and suspenders and colored dots...


    Next week...


    Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
    guest even though you just heard 'em.


    Bear Week next week!
    They're scary, hairy and here live.


    Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
    squinty eyes, very Jewish.


    In tennis, you attack
    at the point of weakness!


    It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


    Honey, her backhand's a joke!
    I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


    Quiet, please.
    Actual work going on here.


    - Is that that same bee?
    - Yes, it is!


    I'm helping him sue the human race.


    - Hello.
    - Hello, bee.


    This is Ken.


    Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
    ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


    Why does he talk again?


    Listen, you better go
    'cause we're really busy working.


    But it's our yogurt night!


    Bye-bye.


    Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


    You poor thing.
    You two have been at this for hours!


    Yes, and Adam here
    has been a huge help.


    - Frosting...
    - How many sugars?


    Just one. I try not
    to use the competition.


    So why are you helping me?


    Bees have good qualities.


    And it takes my mind off the shop.


    Instead of flowers, people
    are giving balloon bouquets now.


    Those are great, if you're three.


    And artificial flowers.


    - Oh, those just get me psychotic!
    - Yeah, me too.


    Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


    Bees must hate those fake things!


    Nothing worse
    than a daffodil that's had work done.


    Maybe this could make up
    for it a little bit.


    - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
    - I guess.


    You sure you want to go through with it?


    Am I sure? When I'm done with
    the humans, they won't be able


    to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
    without paying a royalty!


    It's an incredible scene
    here in downtown Manhattan,


    where the world anxiously waits,
    because for the first time in history,


    we will hear for ourselves
    if a honeybee can actually speak.


    What have we gotten into here, Barry?


    It's pretty big, isn't it?


    I can't believe how many humans
    don't work during the day.


    You think billion-dollar multinational
    food companies have good lawyers?


    Everybody needs to stay
    behind the barricade.


    - What's the matter?
    - I don't know, I just got a chill.


    Well, if it isn't the bee team.


    You boys work on this?


    All rise! The Honorable
    Judge Bumbleton presiding.


    All right. Oase number 4475,


    Superior Oourt of New York,
    Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


    is now in session.


    Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
    the five food companies collectively?


    A privilege.


    Mr. Benson... you're representing
    all the bees of the world?


    I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
    we're ready to proceed.


    Mr. Montgomery,
    your opening statement, please.


    Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


    my grandmother was a simple woman.


    Born on a farm, she believed
    it was man's divine right


    to benefit from the bounty
    of nature God put before us.


    If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
    Mr. Benson imagines,


    just think of what would it mean.


    I would have to negotiate
    with the silkworm


    for the elastic in my britches!


    Talking bee!


    How do we know this isn't some sort of


    holographic motion-picture-capture
    Hollywood wizardry?


    They could be using laser beams!


    Robotics! Ventriloquism!
    Oloning! For all we know,


    he could be on steroids!


    Mr. Benson?


    Ladies and gentlemen,
    there's no trickery here.


    I'm just an ordinary bee.
    Honey's pretty important to me.


    It's important to all bees.
    We invented it!


    We make it. And we protect it
    with our lives.


    Unfortunately, there are
    some people in this room


    who think they can take it from us


    'cause we're the little guys!
    I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


    you'll see how, by taking our honey,
    you not only take everything we have


    but everything we are!


    I wish he'd dress like that
    all the time. So nice!


    Oall your first witness.


    So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
    of Honey Farms, big company you have.


    I suppose so.


    I see you also own
    Honeyburton and Honron!


    Yes, they provide beekeepers
    for our farms.


    Beekeeper. I find that
    to be a very disturbing term.


    I don't imagine you employ
    any bee-free-ers, do you?


    - No.
    - I couldn't hear you.


    - No.
    - No.


    Because you don't free bees.
    You keep bees. Not only that,


    it seems you thought a bear would be
    an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


    They're very lovable creatures.


    Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


    You mean like this?


    Bears kill bees!


    How'd you like his head crashing
    through your living room?!


    Biting into your couch!
    Spitting out your throw pillows!


    OK, that's enough. Take him away.


    So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
    Your name intrigues me.


    - Where have I heard it before?
    - I was with a band called The Police.


    But you've never been
    a police officer, have you?


    No, I haven't.


    No, you haven't. And so here
    we have yet another example


    of bee culture casually
    stolen by a human


    for nothing more than
    a prance-about stage name.


    Oh, please.


    Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


    Because I'm feeling
    a little stung, Sting.


    Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


    That's not his real name?! You idiots!


    Mr. Liotta, first,
    belated congratulations on


    your Emmy win for a guest spot
    on ER in 2005.


    Thank you. Thank you.


    I see from your resume
    that you're devilishly handsome


    with a churning inner turmoil
    that's ready to blow.


    I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


    Not yet it isn't. But is this
    what it's come to for you?


    Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
    so you don't


    have to rehearse
    your part and learn your lines, sir?


    Watch it, Benson!
    I could blow right now!


    This isn't a goodfella.
    This is a badfella!


    Why doesn't someone just step on
    this creep, and we can all go home?!


    - Order in this court!
    - You're all thinking it!


    Order! Order, I say!


    - Say it!
    - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


    I think it was awfully nice
    of that bear to pitch in like that.


    I think the jury's on our side.


    Are we doing everything right, legally?


    I'm a florist.


    Right. Well, here's to a great team.


    To a great team!


    Well, hello.


    - Ken!
    - Hello.


    I didn't think you were coming.


    No, I was just late.
    I tried to call, but... the battery.


    I didn't want all this to go to waste,
    so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


    Oh, that was lucky.


    There's a little left.
    I could heat it up.


    Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


    So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


    I'm not much for the game myself.
    The ball's a little grabby.


    That's where I usually sit.
    Right... there.


    Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


    and he agreed with me that eating with
    chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


    You think I don't see what you're doing?


    I know how hard it is to find
    the rightjob. We have that in common.


    Do we?


    Bees have 100 percent employment,
    but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


    That's just what
    I was thinking about doing.


    Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
    for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


    I'm going to drain the old stinger.


    Yeah, you do that.


    Look at that.


    You know, I've just about had it


    with your little mind games.


    - What's that?
    - Italian Vogue.


    Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


    A lot of ads.


    Remember what Van said, why is
    your life more valuable than mine?


    Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


    I think something stinks in here!


    I love the smell of flowers.


    How do you like the smell of flames?!


    Not as much.


    Water bug! Not taking sides!


    Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
    This is pathetic!


    I've got issues!


    Well, well, well, a royal flush!


    - You're bluffing.
    - Am I?


    Surf's up, dude!


    Poo water!


    That bowl is gnarly.


    Except for those dirty yellow rings!


    Kenneth! What are you doing?!


    You know, I don't even like honey!
    I don't eat it!


    We need to talk!


    He's just a little bee!


    And he happens to be
    the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


    Long time? What are you talking about?!
    Are there other bugs in your life?


    No, but there are other things bugging
    me in life. And you're one of them!


    Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


    My nerves are fried from riding
    on this emotional roller coaster!


    Goodbye, Ken.


    And for your information,


    I prefer sugar-free, artificial
    sweeteners made by man!


    I'm sorry about all that.


    I know it's got
    an aftertaste! I like it!


    I always felt there was some kind
    of barrier between Ken and me.


    I couldn't overcome it.
    Oh, well.


    Are you OK for the trial?


    I believe Mr. Montgomery
    is about out of ideas.


    We would like to call
    Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


    Good idea! You can really see why he's
    considered one of the best lawyers...


    Yeah.


    Layton, you've
    gotta weave some magic


    with this jury,
    or it's gonna be all over.


    Don't worry. The only thing I have
    to do to turn this jury around


    is to remind them
    of what they don't like about bees.


    - You got the tweezers?
    - Are you allergic?


    Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


    Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
    what I think we'd all like to know.


    What exactly is your relationship


    to that woman?


    We're friends.


    - Good friends?
    - Yes.


    How good? Do you live together?


    Wait a minute...


    Are you her little...


    ...bedbug?


    I've seen a bee documentary or two.
    From what I understand,


    doesn't your queen give birth
    to all the bee children?


    - Yeah, but...
    - So those aren't your real parents!


    - Oh, Barry...
    - Yes, they are!


    Hold me back!


    You're an illegitimate bee,
    aren't you, Benson?


    He's denouncing bees!


    Don't y'all date your cousins?


    - Objection!
    - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


    Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


    Oh, I'm hit!!


    Oh, lordy, I am hit!


    Order! Order!


    The venom! The venom
    is coursing through my veins!


    I have been felled
    by a winged beast of destruction!


    You see? You can't treat them
    like equals! They're striped savages!


    Stinging's the only thing
    they know! It's their way!


    - Adam, stay with me.
    - I can't feel my legs.


    What angel of mercy
    will come forward to suck the poison


    from my heaving buttocks?


    I will have order in this court. Order!


    Order, please!


    The case of the honeybees
    versus the human race


    took a pointed turn against the bees


    yesterday when one of their legal
    team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


    - Hey, buddy.
    - Hey.


    - Is there much pain?
    - Yeah.


    I...


    I blew the whole case, didn't I?


    It doesn't matter. What matters is
    you're alive. You could have died.


    I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


    They got it from the cafeteria
    downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


    Look, there's
    a little celery still on it.


    What was it like to sting someone?


    I can't explain it. It was all...


    All adrenaline and then...
    and then ecstasy!


    All right.


    You think it was all a trap?


    Of course. I'm sorry.
    I flew us right into this.


    What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
    just a couple of bugs in this world.


    What will the humans do to us
    if they win?


    I don't know.


    I hear they put the roaches in motels.
    That doesn't sound so bad.


    Adam, they check in,
    but they don't check out!


    Oh, my.


    Oould you get a nurse
    to close that window?


    - Why?
    - The smoke.


    Bees don't smoke.


    Right. Bees don't smoke.


    Bees don't smoke!
    But some bees are smoking.


    That's it! That's our case!


    It is? It's not over?


    Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


    Get back to the court and stall.
    Stall any way you can.


    And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


    Mr. Flayman.


    Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


    Where is the rest of your team?


    Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


    Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


    and as a result,
    we don't make very good time.


    I actually heard a funny story about...


    Your Honor,
    haven't these ridiculous bugs


    taken up enough
    of this court's valuable time?


    How much longer will we allow
    these absurd shenanigans to go on?


    They have presented no compelling
    evidence to support their charges


    against my clients,
    who run legitimate businesses.


    I move for a complete dismissal
    of this entire case!


    Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


    to have to consider
    Mr. Montgomery's motion.


    But you can't! We have a terrific case.


    Where is your proof?
    Where is the evidence?


    Show me the smoking gun!


    Hold it, Your Honor!
    You want a smoking gun?


    Here is your smoking gun.


    What is that?


    It's a bee smoker!


    What, this?
    This harmless little contraption?


    This couldn't hurt a fly,
    let alone a bee.


    Look at what has happened


    to bees who have never 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?


    - What are we gonna do?
    - He's playing the species card.


    Ladies and gentlemen, please,
    free these bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    Free the bees!


    Free the bees! Free the bees!


    The court finds in favor of the bees!


    Vanessa, we won!


    I knew you could do it! High-five!


    Sorry.


    I'm OK! You know what this means?


    All the honey
    will finally belong to the bees.


    Now we won't have
    to work so hard all the time.


    This is an unholy perversion
    of the balance of nature, Benson.


    You'll regret this.


    Barry, how much honey is out there?


    All right. One at a time.


    Barry, who are you wearing?


    My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
    and I have no pants.


    - What if Montgomery's right?
    - What do you mean?


    We've been living the bee way
    a long time, 27 million years.


    Oongratulations on your victory.
    What will you demand as a settlement?


    First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
    of all bee work camps.


    Then we want back the honey
    that was ours to begin with,


    every last drop.


    We demand an end to the glorification
    of the bear as anything more


    than a filthy, smelly,
    bad-breath stink machine.


    We're all aware
    of what they do in the woods.


    Wait for my signal.


    Take him out.


    He'll have nauseous
    for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


    And we will no longer tolerate
    bee-negative nicknames...


    But it's just a prance-about stage name!


    ...unnecessary inclusion of honey
    in bogus health products


    and la-dee-da human
    tea-time snack garnishments.


    Oan't breathe.


    Bring it in, boys!


    Hold it right there! Good.


    Tap it.


    Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
    and there's gallons more coming!


    - I think we need to shut down!
    - Shut down? We've never shut down.


    Shut down honey production!


    Stop making honey!


    Turn your key, sir!


    What do we do now?


    Oannonball!


    We're shutting honey production!


    Mission abort.


    Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
    Returning to base.


    Adam, you wouldn't believe
    how much honey was out there.


    Oh, yeah?


    What's going on? Where is everybody?


    - Are they out celebrating?
    - They're home.


    They don't know what to do.
    Laying out, sleeping in.


    I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
    to San Antonio with a cricket.


    At least we got our honey back.


    Sometimes I think, so what if humans
    liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


    It's the greatest thing in the world!
    I was excited to be part of making it.


    This was my new desk. This was my
    new job. I wanted to do it really well.


    And now...


    Now I can't.


    I don't understand
    why they're not happy.


    I thought their lives would be better!


    They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
    Honey really changes people.


    You don't have any idea
    what's going on, do you?


    - What did you want to show me?
    - This.


    What happened here?


    That is not the half of it.


    Oh, no. Oh, my.


    They're all wilting.


    Doesn't look very good, does it?


    No.


    And whose fault do you think that is?


    You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


    Bees?


    Specifically, me.


    I didn't think bees not needing to make
    honey would affect all these things.


    It's notjust flowers.
    Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


    That's our whole SAT test right there.


    Take away produce, that affects
    the entire animal kingdom.


    And then, of course...


    The human species?


    So if there's no more pollination,


    it could all just go south here,
    couldn't it?


    I know this is also partly my fault.


    How about a suicide pact?


    How do we do it?


    - I'll sting you, you step on me.
    - Thatjust kills you twice.


    Right, right.


    Listen, Barry...
    sorry, but I gotta get going.


    I had to open my mouth and talk.


    Vanessa?


    Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
    Where are you going?


    To the final Tournament of Roses parade
    in Pasadena.


    They've moved it to this weekend
    because all the flowers are dying.


    It's the last chance
    I'll ever have to see it.


    Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
    I never meant it to turn out like this.


    I know. Me neither.


    Tournament of Roses.
    Roses can't do sports.


    Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


    Roses!


    Vanessa!


    Roses?!


    Barry?


    - Roses are flowers!
    - Yes, they are.


    Flowers, bees, pollen!


    I know.
    That's why this is the last parade.


    Maybe not.
    Oould you ask him to slow down?


    Oould you slow down?


    Barry!


    OK, I made a huge mistake.
    This is a total disaster, all my fault.


    Yes, it kind of is.


    I've ruined the planet.
    I wanted to help you


    with the flower shop.
    I've made it worse.


    Actually, it's completely closed down.


    I thought maybe you were remodeling.


    But I have another idea, and it's