4071 lines
84 KiB
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4071 lines
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Bee Movie
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By Jerry Seinfeld
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NARRATOR:
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(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
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According to all known laws
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of aviation,
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:
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there is no way a bee
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should be able to fly.
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:
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Its wings are too small to get
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its fat little body off the ground.
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The bee, of course, flies anyway
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because bees don't care
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what humans think is impossible.
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BARRY BENSON:
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(Barry is picking out a shirt)
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Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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Ooh, black and yellow!
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Let's shake it up a little.
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JANET BENSON:
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Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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BARRY:
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Coming!
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Hang on a second.
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(Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
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Hello?
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ADAM FLAYMAN:
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(Through phone)
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- Barry?
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BARRY:
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- Adam?
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ADAM:
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- Can you believe this is happening?
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BARRY:
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- I can't. I'll pick you up.
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(Barry flies down the stairs)
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MARTIN BENSON:
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Looking sharp.
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JANET:
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Use the stairs. Your father
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paid good money for those.
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BARRY:
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Sorry. I'm excited.
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MARTIN:
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Here's the graduate.
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We're very proud of you, son.
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A perfect report card, all B's.
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JANET:
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Very proud.
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(Rubs Barry's hair)
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BARRY=
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Ma! I got a thing going here.
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JANET:
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- You got lint on your fuzz.
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BARRY:
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- Ow! That's me!
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JANET:
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- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
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- Bye!
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(Barry flies out the door)
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JANET:
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Barry, I told you,
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stop flying in the house!
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(Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
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newspaper)
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BARRY==
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- Hey, Adam.
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ADAM:
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- Hey, Barry.
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(Adam gets in Barry's car)
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- Is that fuzz gel?
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BARRY:
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- A little. Special day, graduation.
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ADAM:
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Never thought I'd make it.
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(Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
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BARRY:
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Three days grade school,
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three days high school...
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ADAM:
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Those were awkward.
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BARRY:
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Three days college. I'm glad I took
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a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
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ADAM==
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You did come back different.
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(Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
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ARTIE:
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- Hi, Barry!
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BARRY:
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- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
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ADAM:
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- Hear about Frankie?
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BARRY:
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- Yeah.
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ADAM==
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- You going to the funeral?
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BARRY:
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- No, I'm not going to his funeral.
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Everybody knows,
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sting someone, you die.
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Don't waste it on a squirrel.
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Such a hothead.
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ADAM:
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I guess he could have
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just gotten out of the way.
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(The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
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highway)
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I love this incorporating
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an amusement park into our regular day.
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BARRY:
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I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
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(Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
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students)
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Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
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under the circumstances.
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(Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
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- Well, Adam, today we are men.
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ADAM:
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- We are!
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BARRY=
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- Bee-men.
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=ADAM=
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- Amen!
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BARRY AND ADAM:
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Hallelujah!
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(Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
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ANNOUNCER:
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Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
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:
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please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
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DEAN BUZZWELL:
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Welcome, New Hive Oity
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graduating class of...
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...9:
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That concludes our ceremonies.
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And begins your career
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at Honex Industries!
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ADAM:
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Will we pick our job today?
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(Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
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BARRY=
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I heard it's just orientation.
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(Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
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loaded into the buses)
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TOUR GUIDE:
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Heads up! Here we go.
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ANNOUNCER:
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Keep your hands and antennas
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inside the tram at all times.
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BARRY:
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- Wonder what it'll be like?
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ADAM:
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- A little scary.
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TOUR GUIDE==
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Welcome to Honex,
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a division of Honesco
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and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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Barry:
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This is it!
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BARRY AND ADAM:
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Wow.
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BARRY:
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Wow.
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(The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
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complicated Honey-making machines)
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TOUR GUIDE:
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We know that you, as a bee,
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have worked your whole life
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to get to the point where you
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can work for your whole life.
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Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
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Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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Our top-secret formula
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is automatically color-corrected,
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scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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into this soothing sweet syrup
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with its distinctive
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golden glow you know as...
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EVERYONE ON BUS:
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Honey!
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(The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
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the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
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ADAM:
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- That girl was hot.
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BARRY:
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- She's my cousin!
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ADAM==
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- She is?
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BARRY:
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- Yes, we're all cousins.
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ADAM:
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- Right. You're right.
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TOUR GUIDE:
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- At Honex, we constantly strive
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to improve every aspect
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of bee existence.
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These bees are stress-testing
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a new helmet technology.
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(The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
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ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
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you can hear him groan)
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ADAM==
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- What do you think he makes?
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BARRY:
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- Not enough.
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TOUR GUIDE:
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Here we have our latest advancement,
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the Krelman.
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(They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
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wearing a finger-shaped hat)
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Barry:
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- Wow, What does that do?
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TOUR GUIDE:
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- Catches that little strand of honey
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that hangs after you pour it.
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Saves us millions.
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ADAM:
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(Intrigued)
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Can anyone work on the Krelman?
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TOUR GUIDE:
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Of course. Most bee jobs are
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small ones.
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But bees know that every small job,
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if it's done well, means a lot.
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But choose carefully
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because you'll stay in the job
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you pick for the rest of your life.
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(Everyone claps except for Barry)
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BARRY:
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The same job the rest of your life?
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I didn't know that.
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ADAM:
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What's the difference?
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TOUR GUIDE:
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You'll be happy to know that bees,
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as a species, haven't had one day off
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in 27 million years.
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BARRY:
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(Upset)
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So you'll just work us to death?
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We'll sure try.
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(Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
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home together)
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ADAM:
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Wow! That blew my mind!
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BARRY:
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"What's the difference?"
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How can you say that?
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One job forever?
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That's an insane choice to have to make.
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ADAM:
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I'm relieved. Now we only have
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to make one decision in life.
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BARRY:
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But, Adam, how could they
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never have told us that?
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ADAM:
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Why would you question anything?
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We're bees.
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We're the most perfectly
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functioning society on Earth.
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BARRY:
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You ever think maybe things
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work a little too well here?
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ADAM:
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Like what? Give me one example.
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(Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
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hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
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unison)
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BARRY:
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I don't know. But you know
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what I'm talking about.
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ANNOUNCER:
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Please clear the gate.
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Royal Nectar Force on approach.
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BARRY:
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Wait a second. Check it out.
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(The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
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- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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ADAM:
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- Wow.
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I've never seen them this close.
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BARRY:
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They know what it's like
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outside the hive.
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ADAM:
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Yeah, but some don't come back.
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GIRL BEES:
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- Hey, Jocks!
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- Hi, Jocks!
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(The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
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to trucks, which drive away)
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LOU LO DUVA:
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You guys did great!
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You're monsters!
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You're sky freaks!
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I love it!
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(Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
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I love it!
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ADAM:
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- I wonder where they were.
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BARRY:
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- I don't know.
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Their day's not planned.
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Outside the hive, flying who knows
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where, doing who knows what.
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You can't just decide to be a Pollen
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Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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ADAM==
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Right.
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(Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
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Jocks)
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BARRY:
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Look at that. That's more pollen
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than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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ADAM:
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It's just a status symbol.
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Bees make too much of it.
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BARRY:
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Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
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and the ladies see you wearing it.
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(Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
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ADAM==
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Those ladies?
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Aren't they our cousins too?
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BARRY:
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Distant. Distant.
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POLLEN JOCK #1:
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Look at these two.
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POLLEN JOCK #2:
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- Couple of Hive Harrys.
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POLLEN JOCK #1:
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- Let's have fun with them.
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GIRL BEE #1:
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It must be dangerous
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being a Pollen Jock.
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BARRY:
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Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
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against a mushroom!
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He had a paw on my throat,
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and with the other, he was slapping me!
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(Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
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GIRL BEE #2:
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- Oh, my!
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BARRY:
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- I never thought I'd knock him out.
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GIRL BEE #1:
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(Looking at Adam)
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What were you doing during this?
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ADAM:
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Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
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BARRY:
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I can autograph that.
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(The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
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Adam really are pollen jocks.)
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POLLEN JOCK #1:
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A little gusty out there today,
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wasn't it, comrades?
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BARRY:
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Yeah. Gusty.
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POLLEN JOCK #1:
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We're hitting a sunflower patch
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six miles from here tomorrow.
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BARRY:
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- Six miles, huh?
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ADAM:
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- Barry!
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POLLEN JOCK #2:
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A puddle jump for us,
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but maybe you're not up for it.
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BARRY:
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- Maybe I am.
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ADAM:
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- You are not!
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POLLEN JOCK #1:
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We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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What do you think, buzzy-boy?
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Are you bee enough?
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BARRY:
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I might be. It all depends
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on what 0900 means.
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(The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
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night)
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MARTIN:
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Hey, Honex!
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BARRY:
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Dad, you surprised me.
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MARTIN:
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You decide what you're interested in?
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BARRY:
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- Well, there's a lot of choices.
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- But you only get one.
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Do you ever get bored
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doing the same job every day?
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MARTIN:
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Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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You grab that stick, and you just
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move it around, and you stir it around.
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You get yourself into a rhythm.
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It's a beautiful thing.
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BARRY:
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You know, Dad,
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the more I think about it,
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maybe the honey field
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just isn't right for me.
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MARTIN:
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You were thinking of what,
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making balloon animals?
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That's a bad job
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for a guy with a stinger.
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Janet, your son's not sure
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he wants to go into honey!
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JANET:
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- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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BARRY:
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- I'm not trying to be funny.
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MARTIN:
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You're not funny! You're going
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into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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JANET:
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- You're gonna be a stirrer?
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BARRY:
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- No one's listening to me!
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MARTIN:
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Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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BARRY:
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I could say anything right now.
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I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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(Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
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MARTIN:
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Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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BARRY:
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Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
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Shave my antennae.
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Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
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a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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JANET:
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I'm so proud.
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(The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
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ADAM:
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- We're starting work today!
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BARRY:
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- Today's the day.
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ADAM:
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Come on! All the good jobs
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will be gone.
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BARRY:
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Yeah, right.
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JOB LISTER:
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Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
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stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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- Is it still available?
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JOB LISTER:
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- Hang on. Two left!
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One of them's yours! Congratulations!
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Step to the side.
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ADAM:
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- What'd you get?
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BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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- Picking crud out. Stellar!
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(He walks away)
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ADAM:
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Wow!
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JOB LISTER:
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Couple of newbies?
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ADAM:
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Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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JOB LISTER:
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Make your choice.
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(Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
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changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
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confusing)
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ADAM:
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- You want to go first?
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BARRY:
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- No, you go.
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ADAM:
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Oh, my. What's available?
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JOB LISTER:
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Restroom attendant's open,
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not for the reason you think.
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ADAM:
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- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
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JOB LISTER:
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- Sure, you're on.
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(Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
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(Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
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I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
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(Takes Adam's hat off)
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Wax monkey's always open.
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ADAM:
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The Krelman opened up again.
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:
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What happened?
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JOB LISTER:
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A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
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He's dead. Another dead one.
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Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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Dead from the neck up.
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Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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ADAM:
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Oh, this is so hard!
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(Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
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Heating, cooling,
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stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
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humming, inspector number seven,
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lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
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:
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mite wrangler. Barry, what
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do you think I should... Barry?
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(Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
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Barry!
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POLLEN JOCK:
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All right, we've got the sunflower patch
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in quadrant nine...
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ADAM:
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(Through phone)
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What happened to you?
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Where are you?
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BARRY:
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|
- I'm going out.
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|
ADAM:
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|
- Out? Out where?
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|
BARRY:
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|
- Out there.
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|
ADAM:
|
|
- Oh, no!
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|
BARRY:
|
|
I have to, before I go
|
|
to work for the rest of my life.
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|
ADAM:
|
|
|
|
You're gonna die! You're crazy!
|
|
(Barry hangs up)
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|
Hello?
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|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
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|
Another call coming in.
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|
:
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|
If anyone's feeling brave,
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|
there's a Korean deli on 83rd
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|
:
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|
that gets their roses today.
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|
BARRY:
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|
Hey, guys.
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|
POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
|
|
- Look at that.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
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|
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
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|
LOU LO DUVA:
|
|
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
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|
It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
|
|
(Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
|
|
LOU LO DUVA:
|
|
(To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
|
|
BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
|
|
(To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
|
|
:
|
|
- Thank you.
|
|
LOU LO DUVA:
|
|
- OK.
|
|
:
|
|
You got a rain advisory today,
|
|
:
|
|
|
|
and as you all know,
|
|
bees cannot fly in rain.
|
|
:
|
|
So be careful. As always,
|
|
watch your brooms,
|
|
:
|
|
hockey sticks, dogs,
|
|
birds, bears and bats.
|
|
:
|
|
Also, I got a couple of reports
|
|
of root beer being poured on us.
|
|
:
|
|
Murphy's in a home because of it,
|
|
babbling like a cicada!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- That's awful.
|
|
LOU LO DUVA:
|
|
(Still talking through megaphone)
|
|
- And a reminder for you rookies,
|
|
:
|
|
bee law number one,
|
|
absolutely no talking to humans!
|
|
:
|
|
All right, launch positions!
|
|
POLLEN JOCKS:
|
|
(The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
|
|
:
|
|
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
|
|
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
|
|
LOU LU DUVA:
|
|
Black and yellow!
|
|
POLLEN JOCKS:
|
|
|
|
Hello!
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
(To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK's:
|
|
Wind, check.
|
|
:
|
|
- Antennae, check.
|
|
- Nectar pack, check.
|
|
:
|
|
- Wings, check.
|
|
- Stinger, check.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Scared out of my shorts, check.
|
|
LOU LO DUVA:
|
|
OK, ladies,
|
|
:
|
|
let's move it out!
|
|
:
|
|
Pound those petunias,
|
|
you striped stem-suckers!
|
|
:
|
|
All of you, drain those flowers!
|
|
(The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Wow! I'm out!
|
|
:
|
|
I can't believe I'm out!
|
|
:
|
|
So blue.
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
I feel so fast and free!
|
|
:
|
|
Box kite!
|
|
(Barry flies through the kite)
|
|
:
|
|
Wow!
|
|
:
|
|
Flowers!
|
|
(A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
|
|
heat sink goggles.)
|
|
POLLEN JOCK:
|
|
This is Blue Leader.
|
|
We have roses visual.
|
|
:
|
|
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
|
|
:
|
|
Roses!
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
|
|
:
|
|
Stand to the side, kid.
|
|
It's got a bit of a kick.
|
|
(The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
|
|
suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
That is one nectar collector!
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1==
|
|
- Ever see pollination up close?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- No, sir.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
|
|
(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
|
|
pollen as he goes)
|
|
:
|
|
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
|
|
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
|
|
:
|
|
a pinch on that one.
|
|
See that? It's a little bit of magic.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
That's amazing. Why do we do that?
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
That's pollen power. More pollen, more
|
|
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Cool.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
|
|
could be daisies. Don't we need those?
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
|
|
Copy that visual.
|
|
:
|
|
Wait. One of these flowers
|
|
seems to be on the move.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
Say again? You're reporting
|
|
a moving flower?
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
|
|
Affirmative.
|
|
(The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
|
|
obviously just tennis balls)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(In the distance) That was on the line!
|
|
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
This is the coolest. What is it?
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
|
|
I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
|
|
:
|
|
It smells good.
|
|
Not like a flower, but I like it.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
Yeah, fuzzy.
|
|
(Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #3==
|
|
Chemical-y.
|
|
(The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
|
|
(The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
|
|
one of the tennis balls)
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
|
|
My sweet lord of bees!
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #3:
|
|
Candy-brain, get off there!
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
(Pointing upwards)
|
|
Problem!
|
|
(A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
|
|
to)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Guys!
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
|
|
- This could be bad.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #3:
|
|
Affirmative.
|
|
(Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
|
|
to it)
|
|
|
|
BARRY==
|
|
Very close.
|
|
:
|
|
Gonna hurt.
|
|
:
|
|
Mama's little boy.
|
|
(Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
|
|
still stuck to the ball)
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
You are way out of position, rookie!
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
|
|
(Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(In slow motion)
|
|
Help me!
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #2:
|
|
I don't think these are flowers.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #3:
|
|
- Should we tell him?
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
- I think he knows.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What is this?!
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Match point!
|
|
:
|
|
You can start packing up, honey,
|
|
because you're about to EAT IT!
|
|
(A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
|
|
with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
Yowser!
|
|
(Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
|
|
into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Ew, gross.
|
|
(The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
|
|
into the car)
|
|
GIRL IN CAR:
|
|
There's a bee in the car!
|
|
:
|
|
- Do something!
|
|
DAD DRIVING CAR:
|
|
- I'm driving!
|
|
BABY GIRL:
|
|
(Waving at Barry)
|
|
- Hi, bee.
|
|
(Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
|
|
GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
|
|
- He's back here!
|
|
:
|
|
He's going to sting me!
|
|
GIRL IN CAR:
|
|
Nobody move. If you don't move,
|
|
he won't sting you. Freeze!
|
|
(Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
|
|
:
|
|
GRANDMA IN CAR==
|
|
He blinked!
|
|
(The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
|
|
climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
|
|
GIRL IN CAR:
|
|
Spray him, Granny!
|
|
DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
|
|
What are you doing?!
|
|
(Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
|
|
|
|
the ground, safe.)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Wow... the tension level
|
|
out here is unbelievable.
|
|
(Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
|
|
moving into this direction)
|
|
:
|
|
I gotta get home.
|
|
:
|
|
Can't fly in rain.
|
|
:
|
|
Can't fly in rain.
|
|
(A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
|
|
:
|
|
Can't fly in rain.
|
|
(A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
|
|
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
|
|
(WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
|
|
plant inside an apartment near the window)
|
|
VANESSA BLOOME:
|
|
Ken, could you close
|
|
the window please?
|
|
KEN==
|
|
Hey, check out my new resume.
|
|
I made it into a fold-out brochure.
|
|
:
|
|
You see?
|
|
(Folds brochure resume out)
|
|
Folds out.
|
|
(Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
|
|
(Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
|
|
:
|
|
What was that?
|
|
|
|
(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
|
|
because the window is closed)
|
|
Maybe this time. This time. This time.
|
|
This time! This time! This...
|
|
:
|
|
Drapes!
|
|
(Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
|
|
That is diabolical.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
It's fantastic. It's got all my special
|
|
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
|
|
ANDY:
|
|
What's number one? Star Wars?
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Nah, I don't go for that...
|
|
(Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
|
|
:
|
|
...kind of stuff.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
|
|
They're out of their minds.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
When I leave a job interview, they're
|
|
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Looking at the light on the ceiling)
|
|
There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
|
|
(Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
|
|
:
|
|
I don't remember the sun
|
|
having a big 75 on it.
|
|
(Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
|
|
humans are sitting at)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
|
|
I predicted global warming.
|
|
:
|
|
I could feel it getting hotter.
|
|
At first I thought it was just me.
|
|
(Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
|
|
is about to put it in his mouth)
|
|
:
|
|
Wait! Stop! Bee!
|
|
(Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
|
|
freak out)
|
|
:
|
|
Stand back. These are winter boots.
|
|
(Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
|
|
Vanessa saves him last second)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Wait!
|
|
:
|
|
Don't kill him!
|
|
(Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
You know I'm allergic to them!
|
|
This thing could kill me!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Why does his life have
|
|
less value than yours?
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Why does his life have any less value
|
|
than mine? Is that your statement?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I'm just saying all life has value. You
|
|
don't know what he's capable of feeling.
|
|
(Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
|
|
carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
|
|
My brochure!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
There you go, little guy.
|
|
(Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
|
|
still shocked that a human saved his life)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
I'm not scared of him.
|
|
It's an allergic thing.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Put that on your resume brochure.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
My whole face could puff up.
|
|
ANDY:
|
|
Make it one of your special skills.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Knocking someone out
|
|
is also a special skill.
|
|
(Ken walks to the door)
|
|
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
|
|
:
|
|
- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
|
|
:
|
|
(Vanessa tries to close door)
|
|
KEN==
|
|
- You could put carob chips on there.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Bye.
|
|
(Closes door but Ken opens it again)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
- Supposed to be less calories.
|
|
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Bye.
|
|
(Closes door)
|
|
(Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
|
|
into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
|
|
BARRY==
|
|
(Talking to himself)
|
|
I gotta say something.
|
|
:
|
|
She saved my life.
|
|
I gotta say something.
|
|
:
|
|
All right, here it goes.
|
|
(Turns back)
|
|
Nah.
|
|
:
|
|
What would I say?
|
|
:
|
|
I could really get in trouble.
|
|
:
|
|
It's a bee law.
|
|
You're not supposed to talk to a human.
|
|
:
|
|
I can't believe I'm doing this.
|
|
:
|
|
I've got to.
|
|
(Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
|
|
again)
|
|
:
|
|
Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
|
|
:
|
|
No. Yes. No.
|
|
:
|
|
Do it. I can't.
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
How should I start it?
|
|
(Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
|
|
"You like jazz?"
|
|
No, that's no good.
|
|
(Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
|
|
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
|
|
:
|
|
...Hi!
|
|
(Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
|
|
counter)
|
|
:
|
|
I'm sorry.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- You're talking.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Yes, I know.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
(Pointing at Barry)
|
|
You're talking!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I'm so sorry.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
No, it's OK. It's fine.
|
|
I know I'm dreaming.
|
|
:
|
|
But I don't recall going to bed.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Well, I'm sure this
|
|
is very disconcerting.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
This is a bit of a surprise to me.
|
|
I mean, you're a bee!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I am. And I'm not supposed
|
|
to be doing this,
|
|
(Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
|
|
but they were all trying to kill me.
|
|
:
|
|
And if it wasn't for you...
|
|
:
|
|
I had to thank you.
|
|
It's just how I was raised.
|
|
(Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
|
|
:
|
|
That was a little weird.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- I'm talking with a bee.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Yeah.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I'm talking to a bee.
|
|
And the bee is talking to me!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I just want to say I'm grateful.
|
|
I'll leave now.
|
|
(Barry turns to leave)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Flying back)
|
|
- What?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
The talking...thing.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
Same way you did, I guess.
|
|
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- That's very funny.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Yeah.
|
|
:
|
|
Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
|
|
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
|
|
:
|
|
Anyway...
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Can I...
|
|
:
|
|
...get you something?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Like what?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I don't know. I mean...
|
|
I don't know. Coffee?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I don't want to put you out.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
|
|
:
|
|
- It's just coffee.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I hate to impose.
|
|
(Vanessa starts making coffee)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Don't be ridiculous!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Actually, I would love a cup.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Hey, you want rum cake?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I shouldn't.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Have some.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- No, I can't.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Come on!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Where?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- These stripes don't help.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You look great!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I don't know if you know
|
|
anything about fashion.
|
|
:
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Are you all right?
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VANESSA:
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(Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
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|
No.
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|
(Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
|
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on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
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|
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:
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BARRY==
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|
He's making the tie in the cab
|
|
as they're flying up Madison.
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|
:
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|
He finally gets there.
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|
:
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|
He runs up the steps into the church.
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|
The wedding is on.
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|
:
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|
And he says, "Watermelon?
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|
I thought you said Guatemalan.
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|
:
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|
Why would I marry a watermelon?"
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|
(Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
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|
VANESSA:
|
|
Is that a bee joke?
|
|
BARRY:
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|
That's the kind of stuff we do.
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|
VANESSA:
|
|
Yeah, different.
|
|
:
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|
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
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|
(Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
|
|
around with a straw like it's a gondola)
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|
BARRY:
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|
About work? I don't know.
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|
:
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|
I want to do my part for the hive,
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|
but I can't do it the way they want.
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|
VANESSA:
|
|
I know how you feel.
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- You do?
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|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Sure.
|
|
:
|
|
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
|
|
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Really?
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|
VANESSA:
|
|
- My only interest is flowers.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Our new queen was just elected
|
|
with that same campaign slogan.
|
|
:
|
|
Anyway, if you look...
|
|
(Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
|
|
:
|
|
There's my hive right there. See it?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You're in Sheep Meadow!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
No way! I know that area.
|
|
I lost a toe ring there once.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Why not?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Maybe I'll try that.
|
|
(A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
|
|
perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
|
|
table)
|
|
CUSTODIAN:
|
|
- You all right, ma'am?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Oh, yeah. Fine.
|
|
:
|
|
Just having two cups of coffee!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Anyway, this has been great.
|
|
Thanks for the coffee.
|
|
VANESSA==
|
|
Yeah, it's no trouble.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
|
|
I'd be up the rest of my life.
|
|
(Barry points towards the rum cake)
|
|
:
|
|
Can I take a piece of this with me?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Sure! Here, have a crumb.
|
|
(Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Thanks!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Yeah.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
All right. Well, then...
|
|
I guess I'll see you around.
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
Or not.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
OK, Barry...
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
And thank you
|
|
so much again... for before.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Oh, that? That was nothing.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
|
|
(Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
|
|
her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
|
|
(The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
|
|
coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
|
|
the ladder)
|
|
(Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
|
|
in a Honex wind tunnel)
|
|
BEE SCIENTIST #1:
|
|
This can't possibly work.
|
|
BEE SCIENTIST #2:
|
|
He's all set to go.
|
|
We may as well try it.
|
|
:
|
|
OK, Dave, pull the chute.
|
|
(Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
|
|
on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
|
|
together)
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Sounds amazing.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- It was amazing!
|
|
:
|
|
It was the scariest,
|
|
happiest moment of my life.
|
|
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Humans! I can't believe
|
|
you were with humans!
|
|
:
|
|
Giant, scary humans!
|
|
What were they like?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
|
|
:
|
|
They eat crazy giant things.
|
|
They drive crazy.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Some of them. But some of them don't.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- How'd you get back?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Poodle.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
|
|
whatever you wanted to see.
|
|
:
|
|
You had your "experience." Now you
|
|
can pick out your job and be normal.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Well...
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Well?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Well, I met someone.
|
|
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
|
|
:
|
|
- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- No, no, no, not a wasp.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Spider?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I'm not attracted to spiders.
|
|
:
|
|
I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
|
|
with the eight legs and all.
|
|
:
|
|
I can't get by that face.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
So who is she?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
She's... human.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
No, no. That's a bee law.
|
|
You wouldn't break a bee law.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Her name's Vanessa.
|
|
(Adam puts his head in his hands)
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Oh, boy.
|
|
BARRY==
|
|
She's so nice. And she's a florist!
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
We're not dating.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
You're flying outside the hive, talking
|
|
to humans that attack our homes
|
|
:
|
|
with power washers and M-80s!
|
|
That's one-eighth a stick of dynamite!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
She saved my life!
|
|
And she understands me.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
This is over!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Eat this.
|
|
(Barry gives Adam a piece of the crumb that he got from Vanessa. Adam eats
|
|
it)
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
(Adam's tone changes)
|
|
This is not over! What was that?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- They call it a crumb.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- It was so stingin' stripey!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
And that's not what they eat.
|
|
That's what falls off what they eat!
|
|
:
|
|
- You know what a Cinnabon is?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- No.
|
|
(Adam opens a door behind him and he pulls Barry in)
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Be quiet!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
They heat it up...
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Sit down!
|
|
(Adam forces Barry to sit down)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Still rambling about Cinnabons)
|
|
...really hot!
|
|
(Adam grabs Barry by the shoulders)
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Listen to me!
|
|
:
|
|
We are not them! We're us.
|
|
There's us and there's them!
|
|
BARRY==
|
|
Yes, but who can deny
|
|
the heart that is yearning?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
There's no yearning.
|
|
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
|
|
:
|
|
You have got to start thinking bee,
|
|
my friend. Thinking bee!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Thinking bee.
|
|
WORKER BEE:
|
|
- Thinking bee.
|
|
WORKER BEES AND ADAM:
|
|
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
|
|
|
|
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
|
|
(Flash forward in time; Barry is laying on a raft in a pool full of honey.
|
|
He is wearing sunglasses)
|
|
JANET:
|
|
There he is. He's in the pool.
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
You know what your problem is, Barry?
|
|
(Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he looks annoyed)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Sarcastic)
|
|
I gotta start thinking bee?
|
|
JANET:
|
|
How much longer will this go on?
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
It's been three days!
|
|
Why aren't you working?
|
|
(Puts sunglasses back on)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I've got a lot of big life decisions
|
|
to think about.
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
What life? You have no life!
|
|
You have no job. You're barely a bee!
|
|
JANET:
|
|
Would it kill you
|
|
to make a little honey?
|
|
(Barry rolls off the raft and sinks into the honey pool)
|
|
:
|
|
Barry, come out.
|
|
Your father's talking to you.
|
|
:
|
|
Martin, would you talk to him?
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
|
|
Barry, I'm talking to you!
|
|
(Barry keeps sinking into the honey until he is suddenly in Central Park
|
|
having a picnic with Vanessa)
|
|
(Barry has a cup of honey and he clinks his glass with Vanessas. Suddenly a
|
|
mosquito lands on Vanessa and she slaps it, killing it. They both gasp but
|
|
then burst out laughing)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You coming?
|
|
(The camera pans over and Vanessa is climbing into a small yellow airplane)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Got everything?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
All set!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Go ahead. I'll catch up.
|
|
(Vanessa lifts off and flies ahead)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Don't be too long.
|
|
(Barry catches up with Vanessa and he sticks out his arms like ana irplane.
|
|
He rolls from side to side, and Vanessa copies him with the airplane)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Watch this!
|
|
(Barry stays back and watches as Vanessa draws a heart in the air using
|
|
pink smoke from the plane, but on the last loop-the-loop she suddenly
|
|
crashes into a mountain and the plane explodes. The destroyed plane falls
|
|
into some rocks and explodes a second time)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Vanessa!
|
|
(As Barry is yelling his mouth fills with honey and he wakes up,
|
|
discovering that he was just day dreaming. He slowly sinks back into the
|
|
honey pool)
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
- We're still here.
|
|
|
|
JANET:
|
|
- I told you not to yell at him.
|
|
:
|
|
He doesn't respond to yelling!
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
- Then why yell at me?
|
|
JANET:
|
|
- Because you don't listen!
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
I'm not listening to this.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Sorry, I've gotta go.
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
- Where are you going?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I'm meeting a friend.
|
|
JANET:
|
|
A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Bye.
|
|
(Barry flies out the door and Martin shakes his head)
|
|
:
|
|
JANET==
|
|
I just hope she's Bee-ish.
|
|
(Fast forward in time and Barry is sitting on Vanessa's shoulder and she is
|
|
closing up her shop)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
They have a huge parade
|
|
of flowers every year in Pasadena?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
To be in the Tournament of Roses,
|
|
that's every florist's dream!
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
Up on a float, surrounded
|
|
by flowers, crowds cheering.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
A tournament. Do the roses
|
|
compete in athletic events?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
No. All right, I've got one.
|
|
How come you don't fly everywhere?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It's exhausting. Why don't you
|
|
run everywhere? It's faster.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
|
|
All right, your turn.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
|
|
That's insane!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You don't have that?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
|
|
It's a horrible, horrible disease.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Oh, my.
|
|
(A human walks by and Barry narrowly avoids him)
|
|
PASSERBY:
|
|
Dumb bees!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You must want to sting all those jerks.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
We try not to sting.
|
|
|
|
It's usually fatal for us.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
So you have to watch your temper
|
|
(They walk into a store)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
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.
|
|
(Suddenly an employee(Hector) hits Barry off of Vanessa's shoulder. Hector
|
|
thinks he's saving Vanessa)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
(To Barry)
|
|
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
|
|
(Barry is getting up off the floor)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Yeah.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
(To Hector)
|
|
- What is wrong with you?!
|
|
HECTOR:
|
|
(Confused)
|
|
- It's a bug.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
He's not bothering anybody.
|
|
Get out of here, you creep!
|
|
(Vanessa hits Hector across the face with the magazine he had and then hits
|
|
him in the head. Hector backs away covering his head)
|
|
Barry:
|
|
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
|
|
(Vanessa sets Barry back on her shoulder)
|
|
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Yeah, it was. How did you know?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It felt like about 10 pages.
|
|
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You've really got that
|
|
down to a science.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Oh, we have to. I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- I'll bet.
|
|
(Barry looks to his right and notices there is honey for sale in the aisle)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What in the name
|
|
of Mighty Hercules is this?
|
|
(Barry looks at all the brands of honey, shocked)
|
|
How did this get here?
|
|
Cute Bee, Golden Blossom,
|
|
:
|
|
Ray Liotta Private Select?
|
|
(Barry puts his hands up and slowly turns around, a look of disgust on his
|
|
face)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Is he that actor?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I never heard of him.
|
|
:
|
|
- Why is this here?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- For people. We eat it.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
You don't have
|
|
enough food of your own?!
|
|
(Hector looks back and notices that Vanessa is talking to Barry)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Well, yes.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- How do you get it?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Bees make it.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I know who makes it!
|
|
:
|
|
And it's hard to make it!
|
|
:
|
|
There's heating, cooling, stirring.
|
|
You need a whole Krelman thing!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- It's organic.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- It's our-ganic!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
It's just honey, Barry.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Just what?!
|
|
:
|
|
Bees don't know about this!
|
|
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
|
|
:
|
|
You've taken our homes, schools,
|
|
hospitals! This is all we have!
|
|
:
|
|
|
|
And it's on sale?!
|
|
I'm getting to the bottom of this.
|
|
:
|
|
I'm getting to the bottom
|
|
of all of this!
|
|
(Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a
|
|
soldier and sneaks into the storage section of the store)
|
|
(Two men, including Hector, are loading boxes into some trucks)
|
|
:
|
|
SUPERMARKET EMPLOYEE==
|
|
Hey, Hector.
|
|
:
|
|
- You almost done?
|
|
HECTOR:
|
|
- Almost.
|
|
(Barry takes a step to peak around the corner)
|
|
(Whispering)
|
|
He is here. I sense it.
|
|
:
|
|
Well, I guess I'll go home now
|
|
(Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly)
|
|
:
|
|
and just leave this nice honey out,
|
|
with no one around.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
You're busted, box boy!
|
|
HECTOR:
|
|
I knew I heard something!
|
|
So you can talk!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I can talk.
|
|
And now you'll start talking!
|
|
:
|
|
Where you getting the sweet stuff?
|
|
|
|
Who's your supplier?
|
|
HECTOR:
|
|
I don't understand.
|
|
I thought we were friends.
|
|
:
|
|
The last thing we want
|
|
to do is upset bees!
|
|
(Hector takes a thumbtack out of the board behind him and sword-fights
|
|
Barry. Barry is using his stinger like a sword)
|
|
:
|
|
You're too late! It's ours now!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
You, sir, have crossed
|
|
the wrong sword!
|
|
HECTOR:
|
|
You, sir, will be lunch
|
|
for my iguana, Ignacio!
|
|
(Barry hits the thumbtack out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders)
|
|
Barry:
|
|
Where is the honey coming from?
|
|
:
|
|
Tell me where!
|
|
HECTOR:
|
|
(Pointing to leaving truck)
|
|
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
|
|
(Barry chases after the truck but it is getting away. He flies onto a
|
|
bicyclists' backpack and he catches up to the truck)
|
|
CAR DRIVER:
|
|
(To bicyclist)
|
|
Crazy person!
|
|
(Barry flies off and lands on the windshield of the Honey farms truck.
|
|
Barry looks around and sees dead bugs splattered everywhere)
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|
BARRY:
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|
What horrible thing has happened here?
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
These faces, they never knew
|
|
what hit them. And now
|
|
:
|
|
they're on the road to nowhere!
|
|
(Barry hears a sudden whisper)
|
|
(Barry looks up and sees Mooseblood, a mosquito playing dead)
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
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|
Just keep still.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What? You're not dead?
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
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|
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
|
|
that moves. Where you headed?
|
|
BARRY:
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|
To Honey Farms.
|
|
I am onto something huge here.
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
|
|
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
|
|
ANOTHER BUG PLAYING DEAD:
|
|
I'm going to Tacoma.
|
|
(Barry looks at another bug)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- And you?
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
- He really is dead.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
All right.
|
|
(Another bug hits the windshield and the drivers notice. They activate the
|
|
windshield wipers)
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD==
|
|
Uh-oh!
|
|
(The windshield wipers are slowly sliding over the dead bugs and wiping
|
|
|
|
them off)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- What is that?!
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
- Oh, no!
|
|
:
|
|
- A wiper! Triple blade!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Triple blade?
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
|
|
(Mooseblood and Barry grab onto the wiper and they hold on as it wipes the
|
|
windshield)
|
|
Why does everything have
|
|
to be so doggone clean?!
|
|
:
|
|
How much do you people need to see?!
|
|
(Bangs on windshield)
|
|
:
|
|
Open your eyes!
|
|
Stick your head out the window!
|
|
RADIO IN TRUCK:
|
|
From NPR News in Washington,
|
|
I'm Carl Kasell.
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
But don't kill no more bugs!
|
|
(Mooseblood and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid)
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
- Bee!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Moose blood guy!!
|
|
(Barry starts screaming as he hangs onto the antenna)
|
|
(Suddenly it is revealed that a water bug is also hanging on the antenna.
|
|
|
|
There is a pause and then Barry and the water bug both start screaming)
|
|
TRUCK DRIVER:
|
|
- You hear something?
|
|
GUY IN TRUCK:
|
|
- Like what?
|
|
TRUCK DRIVER:
|
|
Like tiny screaming.
|
|
GUY IN TRUCK:
|
|
Turn off the radio.
|
|
(The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the truck.
|
|
The water bug flies off and Barry is forced to let go and he is blown away.
|
|
He luckily lands inside a horn on top of the truck where he finds
|
|
Mooseblood, who was blown into the same place)
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
Whassup, bee boy?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Hey, Blood.
|
|
(Fast forward in time and we see that Barry is deep in conversation with
|
|
Mooseblood. They have been sitting in this truck for a while)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
...Just a row of honey jars,
|
|
as far as the eye could see.
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
Wow!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I assume wherever this truck goes
|
|
is where they're getting it.
|
|
:
|
|
I mean, that honey's ours.
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
- Bees hang tight.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
- We're all jammed in.
|
|
:
|
|
It's a close community.
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
Not us, man. We on our own.
|
|
Every mosquito on his own.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- What if you get in trouble?
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.
|
|
:
|
|
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
|
|
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
At least you're out in the world.
|
|
You must meet girls.
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
|
|
get with a moth, dragonfly.
|
|
:
|
|
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
|
|
(An ambulance passes by and it has a blood donation sign on it)
|
|
You got to be kidding me!
|
|
:
|
|
Mooseblood's about to leave
|
|
the building! So long, bee!
|
|
(Mooseblood leaves and flies onto the window of the ambulance where there
|
|
are other mosquito's hanging out)
|
|
:
|
|
- Hey, guys!
|
|
OTHER MOSQUITO:
|
|
- Mooseblood!
|
|
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
|
|
Did you bring your crazy straw?
|
|
(The truck goes out of view and Barry notices that the truck he's on is
|
|
pulling into a camp of some sort)
|
|
TRUCK DRIVER:
|
|
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
|
|
and it's pretty much pure profit.
|
|
(Barry flies out)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What is this place?
|
|
BEEKEEPER 1#:
|
|
A bee's got a brain
|
|
the size of a pinhead.
|
|
BEEKEEPER #2:
|
|
They are pinheads!
|
|
:
|
|
Pinhead.
|
|
:
|
|
- Check out the new smoker.
|
|
BEEKEEPER #1:
|
|
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
|
|
:
|
|
The Thomas 3000!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Smoker?
|
|
BEEKEEPER #1:
|
|
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
|
|
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
|
|
:
|
|
A couple breaths of this
|
|
knocks them right out.
|
|
|
|
BEEKEEPER #2:
|
|
They make the honey,
|
|
and we make the money.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
"They make the honey,
|
|
and we make the money"?
|
|
(The Beekeeper sprays hundreds of cheap miniature apartments with the
|
|
smoker. The bees are fainting or passing out)
|
|
Oh, my!
|
|
:
|
|
What's going on? Are you OK?
|
|
(Barry flies into one of the apartment and helps a Bee couple get off the
|
|
ground. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand)
|
|
BEE IN APARTMENT:
|
|
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Do you know you're
|
|
in a fake hive with fake walls?
|
|
BEE IN APPARTMENT:
|
|
Our queen was moved here.
|
|
We had no choice.
|
|
(The apartment room is completely empty except for a photo on the wall of
|
|
the "queen" who is obviously a man in women's clothes)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
This is your queen?
|
|
That's a man in women's clothes!
|
|
:
|
|
That's a drag queen!
|
|
:
|
|
What is this?
|
|
(Barry flies out and he discovers that there are hundreds of these
|
|
structures, each housing thousands of Bees)
|
|
Oh, no!
|
|
:
|
|
There's hundreds of them!
|
|
(Barry takes out his camera and takes pictures of these Bee work camps. The
|
|
beekeepers look very evil in these depictions)
|
|
|
|
Bee honey.
|
|
:
|
|
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
|
|
on a massive scale!
|
|
:
|
|
This is worse than anything bears
|
|
have done! I intend to do something.
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Barry is showing these pictures to his parents)
|
|
JANET:
|
|
Oh, Barry, stop.
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
Who told you humans are taking
|
|
our honey? That's a rumor.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Do these look like rumors?
|
|
(Holds up the pictures)
|
|
UNCLE CARL:
|
|
That's a conspiracy theory.
|
|
These are obviously doctored photos.
|
|
JANET:
|
|
How did you get mixed up in this?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
He's been talking to humans.
|
|
JANET:
|
|
- What?
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
- Talking to humans?!
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
He has a human girlfriend.
|
|
And they make out!
|
|
JANET:
|
|
Make out? Barry!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
We do not.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- You wish you could.
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
- Whose side are you on?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
The bees!
|
|
UNCLE CARL:
|
|
(He has been sitting in the back of the room this entire time)
|
|
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
|
|
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
|
|
JANET:
|
|
Barry, this is what you want
|
|
to do with your life?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I want to do it for all our lives.
|
|
Nobody works harder than bees!
|
|
:
|
|
Dad, I remember you
|
|
coming home so overworked
|
|
:
|
|
your hands were still stirring.
|
|
You couldn't stop.
|
|
JANET:
|
|
I remember that.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What right do they have to our honey?
|
|
:
|
|
We live on two cups a year. They put it
|
|
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
|
|
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Sting them where it really hurts.
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
In the face! The eye!
|
|
:
|
|
- That would hurt.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- No.
|
|
MARTIN:
|
|
Up the nose? That's a killer.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
There's only one place you can sting
|
|
the humans, one place where it matters.
|
|
(Flash forward a bit in time and we are watching the Bee News)
|
|
BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
|
|
Hive at Five, the hive's only
|
|
full-hour action news source.
|
|
BEE PROTESTOR:
|
|
No more bee beards!
|
|
BEE NEWS NARRATOR:
|
|
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
|
|
:
|
|
Weather with Storm Stinger.
|
|
:
|
|
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
|
|
:
|
|
And Jeanette Chung.
|
|
BOB BUMBLE:
|
|
- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
|
|
JEANETTE CHUNG:
|
|
|
|
- And I'm Jeanette Chung.
|
|
BOB BUMBLE:
|
|
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
|
|
:
|
|
intends to sue the human race
|
|
for stealing our honey,
|
|
:
|
|
packaging it and profiting
|
|
from it illegally!
|
|
JEANETTE CHUNG:
|
|
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
|
|
:
|
|
we'll have three former queens here in
|
|
our studio, discussing their new book,
|
|
:
|
|
Classy Ladies,
|
|
out this week on Hexagon.
|
|
(The scene changes to an interview on the news with Bee version of Larry
|
|
King and Barry)
|
|
BEE LARRY KING:
|
|
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
|
|
:
|
|
Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
|
|
from the hive. I can't do this"?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Bees have never been afraid
|
|
to change the world.
|
|
:
|
|
What about Bee Columbus?
|
|
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
|
|
BEE LARRY KING:
|
|
Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
We were thinking
|
|
of stickball or candy stores.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
How old are you?
|
|
BEE LARRY KING:
|
|
The bee community
|
|
is supporting you in this case,
|
|
:
|
|
which will be the trial
|
|
of the bee century.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
You know, they have a Larry King
|
|
in the human world too.
|
|
BEE LARRY KING:
|
|
It's a common name. Next week...
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
He looks like you and has a show
|
|
and suspenders and colored dots...
|
|
BEE LARRY KING:
|
|
Next week...
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
|
|
guest even though you just heard 'em.
|
|
BEE LARRY KING:
|
|
Bear Week next week!
|
|
They're scary, hairy and here, live.
|
|
(Bee Larry King gets annoyed and flies away offscreen)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
|
|
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
|
|
(Flash forward in time. We see Vanessa enter and Ken enters behind her.
|
|
They are arguing)
|
|
|
|
KEN:
|
|
In tennis, you attack
|
|
at the point of weakness!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
|
|
KEN==
|
|
Honey, her backhand's a joke!
|
|
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(To Ken)
|
|
Quiet, please.
|
|
Actual work going on here.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(Pointing at Barry)
|
|
- Is that that same bee?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Yes, it is!
|
|
:
|
|
I'm helping him sue the human race.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Hello.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
- Hello, bee.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
This is Ken.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Recalling the "Winter Boots" incident earlier)
|
|
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
|
|
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(To Vanessa)
|
|
Why does he talk again?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
|
|
Listen, you better go
|
|
'cause we're really busy working.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
But it's our yogurt night!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
(Holding door open for Ken)
|
|
Bye-bye.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(Yelling)
|
|
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
|
|
(Ken leaves and Vanessa walks over to Barry. His workplace is a mess)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You poor thing.
|
|
You two have been at this for hours!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Yes, and Adam here
|
|
has been a huge help.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Frosting...
|
|
- How many sugars?
|
|
==BARRY==
|
|
Just one. I try not
|
|
to use the competition.
|
|
:
|
|
So why are you helping me?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Bees have good qualities.
|
|
:
|
|
And it takes my mind off the shop.
|
|
:
|
|
Instead of flowers, people
|
|
are giving balloon bouquets now.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
Those are great, if you're three.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
And artificial flowers.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Yeah, me too.
|
|
:
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Bees must hate those fake things!
|
|
:
|
|
Nothing worse
|
|
than a daffodil that's had work done.
|
|
:
|
|
Maybe this could make up
|
|
for it a little bit.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I guess.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
You sure you want to go through with it?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Am I sure? When I'm done with
|
|
the humans, they won't be able
|
|
:
|
|
to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
|
|
without paying a royalty!
|
|
(Flash forward in time and we are watching the human news. The camera shows
|
|
|
|
a crowd outside a courthouse)
|
|
NEWS REPORTER:
|
|
It's an incredible scene
|
|
here in downtown Manhattan,
|
|
:
|
|
where the world anxiously waits,
|
|
because for the first time in history,
|
|
:
|
|
we will hear for ourselves
|
|
if a honeybee can actually speak.
|
|
(We are no longer watching through a news camera)
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It's pretty big, isn't it?
|
|
ADAM==
|
|
(Looking at the hundreds of people around the courthouse)
|
|
I can't believe how many humans
|
|
don't work during the day.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
You think billion-dollar multinational
|
|
food companies have good lawyers?
|
|
SECURITY GUARD:
|
|
Everybody needs to stay
|
|
behind the barricade.
|
|
(A limousine drives up and a fat man,Layton Montgomery, a honey industry
|
|
owner gets out and walks past Barry)
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- What's the matter?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I don't know, I just got a chill.
|
|
(Fast forward in time and everyone is in the court)
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Well, if it isn't the bee team.
|
|
|
|
(To Honey Industry lawyers)
|
|
You boys work on this?
|
|
MAN:
|
|
All rise! The Honorable
|
|
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
All right. Case number 4475,
|
|
:
|
|
Superior Court of New York,
|
|
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
|
|
:
|
|
is now in session.
|
|
:
|
|
Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
|
|
the five food companies collectively?
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
A privilege.
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
Mr. Benson... you're representing
|
|
all the bees of the world?
|
|
(Everyone looks closely, they are waiting to see if a Bee can really talk)
|
|
(Barry makes several buzzing sounds to sound like a Bee)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
|
|
we're ready to proceed.
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLBETON:
|
|
Mr. Montgomery,
|
|
your opening statement, please.
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
|
|
:
|
|
my grandmother was a simple woman.
|
|
:
|
|
|
|
Born on a farm, she believed
|
|
it was man's divine right
|
|
:
|
|
to benefit from the bounty
|
|
of nature God put before us.
|
|
:
|
|
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
|
|
Mr. Benson imagines,
|
|
:
|
|
just think of what would it mean.
|
|
:
|
|
I would have to negotiate
|
|
with the silkworm
|
|
:
|
|
for the elastic in my britches!
|
|
:
|
|
Talking bee!
|
|
(Montgomery walks over and looks closely at Barry)
|
|
:
|
|
How do we know this isn't some sort of
|
|
:
|
|
holographic motion-picture-capture
|
|
Hollywood wizardry?
|
|
:
|
|
They could be using laser beams!
|
|
:
|
|
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
|
|
Cloning! For all we know,
|
|
:
|
|
he could be on steroids!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
Mr. Benson?
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Ladies and gentlemen,
|
|
there's no trickery here.
|
|
:
|
|
I'm just an ordinary bee.
|
|
Honey's pretty important to me.
|
|
:
|
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It's important to all bees.
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We invented it!
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:
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|
We make it. And we protect it
|
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with our lives.
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|
:
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|
Unfortunately, there are
|
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some people in this room
|
|
:
|
|
who think they can take it from us
|
|
:
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|
'cause we're the little guys!
|
|
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
|
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:
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you'll see how, by taking our honey,
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|
you not only take everything we have
|
|
:
|
|
but everything we are!
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|
JANET==
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|
(To Martin)
|
|
I wish he'd dress like that
|
|
all the time. So nice!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
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|
Call your first witness.
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|
BARRY:
|
|
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
|
|
|
|
of Honey Farms, big company you have.
|
|
KLAUSS VANDERHAYDEN:
|
|
I suppose so.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I see you also own
|
|
Honeyburton and Honron!
|
|
KLAUSS:
|
|
Yes, they provide beekeepers
|
|
for our farms.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Beekeeper. I find that
|
|
to be a very disturbing term.
|
|
:
|
|
I don't imagine you employ
|
|
any bee-free-ers, do you?
|
|
KLAUSS:
|
|
(Quietly)
|
|
- No.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I couldn't hear you.
|
|
KLAUSS:
|
|
- No.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- No.
|
|
:
|
|
Because you don't free bees.
|
|
You keep bees. Not only that,
|
|
:
|
|
it seems you thought a bear would be
|
|
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
|
|
KLAUSS:
|
|
They're very lovable creatures.
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
You mean like this?
|
|
(The bear from Over The Hedge barges in through the back door and it is
|
|
roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is thrashing its claws and people
|
|
are screaming. It is being held back by a guard who has the bear on a
|
|
chain)
|
|
:
|
|
(Pointing to the roaring bear)
|
|
Bears kill bees!
|
|
:
|
|
How'd you like his head crashing
|
|
through your living room?!
|
|
:
|
|
Biting into your couch!
|
|
Spitting out your throw pillows!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
OK, that's enough. Take him away.
|
|
(The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks out)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
|
|
Your name intrigues me.
|
|
:
|
|
- Where have I heard it before?
|
|
MR. STING:
|
|
- I was with a band called The Police.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
But you've never been
|
|
a police officer, have you?
|
|
STING:
|
|
No, I haven't.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
No, you haven't. And so here
|
|
we have yet another example
|
|
:
|
|
of bee culture casually
|
|
stolen by a human
|
|
:
|
|
for nothing more than
|
|
a prance-about stage name.
|
|
STING:
|
|
Oh, please.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
|
|
:
|
|
Because I'm feeling
|
|
a little stung, Sting.
|
|
:
|
|
Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
That's not his real name?! You idiots!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Mr. Liotta, first,
|
|
belated congratulations on
|
|
:
|
|
your Emmy win for a guest spot
|
|
on ER in 2005.
|
|
RAY LIOTTA:
|
|
Thank you. Thank you.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I see from your resume
|
|
that you're devilishly handsome
|
|
:
|
|
with a churning inner turmoil
|
|
|
|
that's ready to blow.
|
|
RAY LIOTTA:
|
|
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Not yet it isn't. But is this
|
|
what it's come to for you?
|
|
:
|
|
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
|
|
so you don't
|
|
:
|
|
have to rehearse
|
|
your part and learn your lines, sir?
|
|
RAY LIOTTA:
|
|
Watch it, Benson!
|
|
I could blow right now!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
This isn't a goodfella.
|
|
This is a badfella!
|
|
(Ray Liotta looses it and tries to grab Barry)
|
|
RAY LIOTTA:
|
|
Why doesn't someone just step on
|
|
this creep, and we can all go home?!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
- Order in this court!
|
|
RAY LIOTTA:
|
|
- You're all thinking it!
|
|
(Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel)
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
Order! Order, I say!
|
|
RAY LIOTTA:
|
|
- Say it!
|
|
MAN:
|
|
|
|
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
|
|
(We see a montage of magazines which feature the court case)
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Barry is back home with Vanessa)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I think it was awfully nice
|
|
of that bear to pitch in like that.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I think the jury's on our side.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Are we doing everything right,you know, legally?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I'm a florist.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Right. Well, here's to a great team.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
To a great team!
|
|
(Ken walks in from work. He sees Barry and he looks upset when he sees
|
|
Barry clinking his glass with Vanessa)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Well, hello.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Oh, Ken!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Hello!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I didn't think you were coming.
|
|
:
|
|
No, I was just late.
|
|
I tried to call, but...
|
|
(Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge)
|
|
...the battery...
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
|
|
I didn't want all this to go to waste,
|
|
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Oh, that was lucky.
|
|
(Ken sits down at the table across from Barry and Vanessa leaves the room)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
There's a little left.
|
|
I could heat it up.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(Not taking his eyes off Barry)
|
|
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
|
|
:
|
|
I'm not much for the game myself.
|
|
The ball's a little grabby.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
That's where I usually sit.
|
|
Right...
|
|
(Points to where Barry is sitting)
|
|
there.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
(Calling from other room)
|
|
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
|
|
:
|
|
and he agreed with me that eating with
|
|
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(To Barry)
|
|
You think I don't see what you're doing?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I know how hard it is to find
|
|
the right job. We have that in common.
|
|
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Do we?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Bees have 100 percent employment,
|
|
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(Menacingly)
|
|
That's just what
|
|
I was thinking about doing.
|
|
(Ken reaches for a fork on the table but knocks if on the floor. He goes to
|
|
pick it up)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
|
|
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
|
|
(Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head on the
|
|
table and yells)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I'm going to drain the old stinger.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Yeah, you do that.
|
|
(Barry flies past Ken to get to the bathroom and Ken freaks out, splashing
|
|
some of the wine he was using to cool his head in his eyes. He yells in
|
|
anger)
|
|
(Barry looks at the magazines featuring his victories in court)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Look at that.
|
|
(Barry flies into the bathroom)
|
|
(He puts his hand on his head but this makes hurts him and makes him even
|
|
madder. He yells again)
|
|
(Barry is washing his hands in the sink but then Ken walks in)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
You know, you know I've just about had it
|
|
(Closes bathroom door behind him)
|
|
with your little mind games.
|
|
(Ken is menacingly rolling up a magazine)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
(Backing away)
|
|
- What's that?
|
|
KEN:
|
|
- Italian Vogue.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
It's a lot of ads.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Remember what Van said, why is
|
|
your life more valuable than mine?
|
|
KEN:
|
|
That's funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
|
|
(Ken smashes everything off the sink with the magazine and Barry narrowly
|
|
escapes)
|
|
(Ken follows Barry around and tries to hit him with the magazine but he
|
|
keeps missing)
|
|
(Ken gets a spray bottle)
|
|
:
|
|
I think something stinks in here!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Enjoying the spray)
|
|
I love the smell of flowers.
|
|
(Ken holds a lighter in front of the spray bottle)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
How do you like the smell of flames?!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Not as much.
|
|
(Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the
|
|
bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into
|
|
the bathtub. After getting hit in the head by falling objects 3 times he
|
|
picks up the shower head, revealing a Water bug hiding under it)
|
|
WATER BUG:
|
|
Water bug! Not taking sides!
|
|
|
|
(Barry gets up out of a pile of bathroom supplies and he is wearing a
|
|
chapstick hat)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat!
|
|
This is pathetic!
|
|
(Ken switches the shower head to lethal)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
I've got issues!
|
|
(Ken sprays Barry with the shower head and he crash lands into the toilet)
|
|
(Ken menacingly looks down into the toilet at Barry)
|
|
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- You're bluffing.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
- Am I?
|
|
(flushes toilet)
|
|
(Barry grabs a chapstick from the toilet seat and uses it to surf in the
|
|
flushing toilet)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Surf's up, dude!
|
|
(Barry flies out of the toilet on the chapstick and sprays Ken's face with
|
|
the toilet water)
|
|
:
|
|
EW,Poo water!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
That bowl is gnarly.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
(Aiming a toilet cleaner at Barry)
|
|
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
|
|
(Barry cowers and covers his head and Vanessa runs in and takes the toilet
|
|
cleaner from Ken just before he hits Barry)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
|
|
KEN==
|
|
(Leaning towards Barry)
|
|
|
|
You know, I don't even like honey!
|
|
I don't eat it!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
We need to talk!
|
|
(Vanessa pulls Ken out of the bathroom)
|
|
:
|
|
He's just a little bee!
|
|
:
|
|
And he happens to be
|
|
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Long time? What are you talking about?!
|
|
Are there other bugs in your life?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
No, but there are other things bugging
|
|
me in life. And you're one of them!
|
|
KEN:
|
|
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...
|
|
:
|
|
My nerves are fried from riding
|
|
on this emotional roller coaster!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Goodbye, Ken.
|
|
(Ken huffs and walks out and slams the door. But suddenly he walks back in
|
|
and stares at Barry)
|
|
:
|
|
And for your information,
|
|
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
|
|
sweeteners MADE BY MAN!
|
|
(Ken leaves again and Vanessa leans in towards Barry)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I'm sorry about all that.
|
|
(Ken walks back in again)
|
|
|
|
KEN:
|
|
I know it's got
|
|
an aftertaste! I LIKE IT!
|
|
(Ken leaves for the last time)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I always felt there was some kind
|
|
of barrier between Ken and me.
|
|
:
|
|
I couldn't overcome it.
|
|
Oh, well.
|
|
:
|
|
Are you OK for the trial?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I believe Mr. Montgomery
|
|
is about out of ideas.
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Barry, Adam, and Vanessa are back in court)
|
|
MONTGOMERY--
|
|
We would like to call
|
|
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Good idea! You can really see why he's
|
|
considered one of the best lawyers...
|
|
(Barry stares at Adam)
|
|
...Yeah.
|
|
LAWYER:
|
|
Layton, you've
|
|
gotta weave some magic
|
|
with this jury,
|
|
or it's gonna be all over.
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Don't worry. The only thing I have
|
|
to do to turn this jury around
|
|
:
|
|
is to remind them
|
|
of what they don't like about bees.
|
|
(To lawyer)
|
|
|
|
- You got the tweezers?
|
|
LAWYER:
|
|
- Are you allergic?
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
|
|
:
|
|
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
|
|
what I think we'd all like to know.
|
|
:
|
|
What exactly is your relationship
|
|
(Points to Vanessa)
|
|
:
|
|
to that woman?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
We're friends.
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
- Good friends?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Yes.
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
How good? Do you live together?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Wait a minute...
|
|
:
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Are you her little...
|
|
:
|
|
...bedbug?
|
|
(Adam's stinger starts vibrating. He is agitated)
|
|
I've seen a bee documentary or two.
|
|
From what I understand,
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
doesn't your queen give birth
|
|
to all the bee children?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Yeah, but...
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
(Pointing at Janet and Martin)
|
|
- So those aren't your real parents!
|
|
JANET:
|
|
- Oh, Barry...
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Yes, they are!
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Hold me back!
|
|
(Vanessa tries to hold Adam back. He wants to sting Montgomery)
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
You're an illegitimate bee,
|
|
aren't you, Benson?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
He's denouncing bees!
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Don't y'all date your cousins?
|
|
(Montgomery leans over on the jury stand and stares at Adam)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Objection!
|
|
(Vanessa raises her hand to object but Adam gets free. He flies straight at
|
|
Montgomery)
|
|
=ADAM:
|
|
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
|
|
(Adam stings Montgomery in the butt and he starts thrashing around)
|
|
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Oh, I'm hit!!
|
|
:
|
|
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
(Banging gavel)
|
|
Order! Order!
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
(Overreacting)
|
|
The venom! The venom
|
|
is coursing through my veins!
|
|
:
|
|
I have been felled
|
|
by a winged beast of destruction!
|
|
:
|
|
You see? You can't treat them
|
|
like equals! They're striped savages!
|
|
:
|
|
Stinging's the only thing
|
|
they know! It's their way!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Adam, stay with me.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- I can't feel my legs.
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
(Overreacting and throwing his body around the room)
|
|
What angel of mercy
|
|
will come forward to suck the poison
|
|
:
|
|
from my heaving buttocks?
|
|
JUDGE BUMLBETON:
|
|
I will have order in this court. Order!
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
Order, please!
|
|
(Flash forward in time and we see a human news reporter)
|
|
NEWS REPORTER:
|
|
The case of the honeybees
|
|
versus the human race
|
|
:
|
|
took a pointed turn against the bees
|
|
:
|
|
yesterday when one of their legal
|
|
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
|
|
(Adam is laying in a hospital bed and Barry flies in to see him)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Hey, buddy.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Hey.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Is there much pain?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Yeah.
|
|
:
|
|
I...
|
|
:
|
|
I blew the whole case, didn't I?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It doesn't matter. What matters is
|
|
you're alive. You could have died.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
|
|
(A small plastic sword is replaced as Adam's stinger)
|
|
They got it from the cafeteria
|
|
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
Look, there's
|
|
a little celery still on it.
|
|
(Flicks off the celery and sighs)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What was it like to sting someone?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
I can't explain it. It was all...
|
|
:
|
|
All adrenaline and then...
|
|
and then ecstasy!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
...All right.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
You think it was all a trap?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Of course. I'm sorry.
|
|
I flew us right into this.
|
|
:
|
|
What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
|
|
just a couple of bugs in this world.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
What will the humans do to us
|
|
if they win?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I don't know.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
|
|
That doesn't sound so bad.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Adam, they check in,
|
|
but they don't check out!
|
|
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Oh, my.
|
|
(Coughs)
|
|
Could you get a nurse
|
|
to close that window?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Why?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- The smoke.
|
|
(We can see that two humans are smoking cigarettes outside)
|
|
:
|
|
Bees don't smoke.
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BARRY:
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|
Right. Bees don't smoke.
|
|
:
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|
Bees don't smoke!
|
|
But some bees are smoking.
|
|
:
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|
That's it! That's our case!
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
It is? It's not over?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
|
|
:
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|
Get back to the court and stall.
|
|
Stall any way you can.
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Adam is making a paper boat in the courtroom)
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|
ADAM:
|
|
And assuming you've done step 29 correctly, you're ready for the tub!
|
|
(We see that the jury have each made their own paper boats after being
|
|
taught how by Adam. They all look confused)
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
|
|
Mr. Flayman.
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|
ADAM:
|
|
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
Where is the rest of your team?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
(Continues stalling)
|
|
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
|
|
:
|
|
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
|
|
:
|
|
and as a result,
|
|
we don't make very good time.
|
|
:
|
|
I actually heard a funny story about...
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Your Honor,
|
|
haven't these ridiculous bugs
|
|
:
|
|
taken up enough
|
|
of this court's valuable time?
|
|
:
|
|
How much longer will we allow
|
|
these absurd shenanigans to go on?
|
|
:
|
|
They have presented no compelling
|
|
evidence to support their charges
|
|
:
|
|
against my clients,
|
|
who run legitimate businesses.
|
|
:
|
|
I move for a complete dismissal
|
|
|
|
of this entire case!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
|
|
:
|
|
to have to consider
|
|
Mr. Montgomery's motion.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
But you can't! We have a terrific case.
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
Where is your proof?
|
|
Where is the evidence?
|
|
:
|
|
Show me the smoking gun!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Barry flies in through the door)
|
|
Hold it, Your Honor!
|
|
You want a smoking gun?
|
|
:
|
|
Here is your smoking gun.
|
|
(Vanessa walks in holding a bee smoker. She sets it down on the Judge's
|
|
podium)
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
What is that?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It's a bee smoker!
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
(Picks up smoker)
|
|
What, this?
|
|
This harmless little contraption?
|
|
:
|
|
This couldn't hurt a fly,
|
|
let alone a bee.
|
|
(Montgomery accidentally fires it at the bees in the crowd and they faint
|
|
|
|
and cough)
|
|
(Dozens of reporters start taking pictures of the suffering bees)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Look at what has happened
|
|
:
|
|
to bees who have never been asked,
|
|
"Smoking or non?"
|
|
:
|
|
Is this what nature intended for us?
|
|
:
|
|
To be forcibly addicted
|
|
to smoke machines
|
|
:
|
|
and man-made wooden slat work camps?
|
|
:
|
|
Living out our lives as honey slaves
|
|
to the white man?
|
|
(Barry points to the honey industry owners. One of them is an African
|
|
American so he awkwardly separates himself from the others)
|
|
LAWYER:
|
|
- What are we gonna do?
|
|
- He's playing the species card.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
|
|
free these bees!
|
|
ADAM AND VANESSA:
|
|
Free the bees! Free the bees!
|
|
BEES IN CROWD:
|
|
Free the bees!
|
|
HUMAN JURY:
|
|
Free the bees! Free the bees!
|
|
JUDGE BUMBLETON:
|
|
The court finds in favor of the bees!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Vanessa, we won!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I knew you could do it! High-five!
|
|
(Vanessa hits Barry hard because her hand is too big)
|
|
:
|
|
Sorry.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Overjoyed)
|
|
I'm OK! You know what this means?
|
|
:
|
|
All the honey
|
|
will finally belong to the bees.
|
|
:
|
|
Now we won't have
|
|
to work so hard all the time.
|
|
MONTGOMERY:
|
|
This is an unholy perversion
|
|
of the balance of nature, Benson.
|
|
:
|
|
You'll regret this.
|
|
(Montgomery leaves and Barry goes outside the courtroom. Several reporters
|
|
start asking Barry questions)
|
|
REPORTER 1#:
|
|
Barry, how much honey is out there?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
All right. One at a time.
|
|
REPORTER 2#:
|
|
Barry, who are you wearing?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
|
|
and I have no pants.
|
|
|
|
(Barry flies outside with the paparazzi and Adam and Vanessa stay back)
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
(To Vanessa)
|
|
- What if Montgomery's right?
|
|
Vanessa:
|
|
- What do you mean?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
We've been living the bee way
|
|
a long time, 27 million years.
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to a man)
|
|
BUSINESS MAN:
|
|
Congratulations on your victory.
|
|
What will you demand as a settlement?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
|
|
of all bee work camps.
|
|
(As Barry is talking we see a montage of men putting "closed" tape over the
|
|
work camps and freeing the bees in the crappy apartments)
|
|
Then we want back the honey
|
|
that was ours to begin with,
|
|
:
|
|
every last drop.
|
|
(Men in suits are pushing all the honey of the aisle and into carts)
|
|
We demand an end to the glorification
|
|
of the bear as anything more
|
|
(We see a statue of a bear-shaped honey container being pulled down by
|
|
bees)
|
|
than a filthy, smelly,
|
|
bad-breath stink machine.
|
|
:
|
|
We're all aware
|
|
of what they do in the woods.
|
|
(We see Winnie the Pooh sharing his honey with Piglet in the cross-hairs of
|
|
a high-tech sniper rifle)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Looking through binoculars)
|
|
|
|
Wait for my signal.
|
|
:
|
|
Take him out.
|
|
(Winnie gets hit by a tranquilizer dart and dramatically falls off the log
|
|
he was standing on, his tongue hanging out. Piglet looks at Pooh in fear
|
|
and the Sniper takes the honey.)
|
|
SNIPER:
|
|
He'll have nausea
|
|
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
|
|
(Flash forward in time)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
And we will no longer tolerate
|
|
bee-negative nicknames...
|
|
(Mr. Sting is sitting at home until he is taken out of his house by the men
|
|
in suits)
|
|
STING:
|
|
But it's just a prance-about stage name!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
...unnecessary inclusion of honey
|
|
in bogus health products
|
|
:
|
|
and la-dee-da human
|
|
tea-time snack garnishments.
|
|
(An old lady is mixing honey into her tea but suddenly men in suits smash
|
|
her face down on the table and take the honey)
|
|
OLD LADY:
|
|
Can't breathe.
|
|
(A honey truck pulls up to Barry's hive)
|
|
WORKER:
|
|
Bring it in, boys!
|
|
:
|
|
Hold it right there! Good.
|
|
:
|
|
Tap it.
|
|
|
|
(Tons of honey is being pumped into the hive's storage)
|
|
BEE WORKER 1#:
|
|
(Honey overflows from the cup)
|
|
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
|
|
and there's gallons more coming!
|
|
:
|
|
- I think we need to shut down!
|
|
=BEE WORKER #2=
|
|
- Shut down? We've never shut down.
|
|
:
|
|
Shut down honey production!
|
|
DEAN BUZZWELL:
|
|
Stop making honey!
|
|
(The bees all leave their stations. Two bees run into a room and they put
|
|
the keys into a machine)
|
|
Turn your key, sir!
|
|
(Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which
|
|
they press, shutting down the honey-making machines. This is the first time
|
|
this has ever happened)
|
|
BEE:
|
|
...What do we do now?
|
|
(Flash forward in time and a Bee is about to jump into a pool full of
|
|
honey)
|
|
Cannonball!
|
|
(The bee gets stuck in the honey and we get a short montage of Bees leaving
|
|
work)
|
|
(We see the Pollen Jocks flying but one of them gets a call on his antenna)
|
|
LOU LU DUVA:
|
|
(Through "phone")
|
|
We're shutting honey production!
|
|
:
|
|
Mission abort.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
|
|
Returning to base.
|
|
(The Pollen Jocks fly back to the hive)
|
|
|
|
(We get a time lapse of Central Park slowly wilting away as the bees all
|
|
relax)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Adam, you wouldn't believe
|
|
how much honey was out there.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Oh, yeah?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What's going on? Where is everybody?
|
|
(The entire street is deserted)
|
|
:
|
|
- Are they out celebrating?
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- They're home.
|
|
:
|
|
They don't know what to do.
|
|
Laying out, sleeping in.
|
|
:
|
|
I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way
|
|
to San Antonio with a cricket.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
At least we got our honey back.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
|
|
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?
|
|
:
|
|
It's the greatest thing in the world!
|
|
I was excited to be part of making it.
|
|
:
|
|
This was my new desk. This was my
|
|
new job. I wanted to do it really well.
|
|
:
|
|
|
|
And now...
|
|
:
|
|
Now I can't.
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Barry is talking to Vanessa)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I don't understand
|
|
why they're not happy.
|
|
:
|
|
I thought their lives would be better!
|
|
:
|
|
They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
|
|
Honey really changes people.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You don't have any idea
|
|
what's going on, do you?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- What did you want to show me?
|
|
(Vanessa takes Barry to the rooftop where they first had coffee and points
|
|
to her store)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- This.
|
|
(Points at her flowers. They are all grey and wilting)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What happened here?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
That is not the half of it.
|
|
(Small flash forward in time and Vanessa and Barry are on the roof of her
|
|
store and she points to Central Park)
|
|
(We see that Central Park is no longer green and colorful, rather it is
|
|
grey, brown, and dead-like. It is very depressing to look at)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Oh, no. Oh, my.
|
|
:
|
|
|
|
They're all wilting.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Doesn't look very good, does it?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
No.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
And whose fault do you think that is?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
|
|
VANESSA==
|
|
(Staring at Barry)
|
|
Bees?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Specifically, me.
|
|
:
|
|
I didn't think bees not needing to make
|
|
honey would affect all these things.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
It's not just flowers.
|
|
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
That's our whole SAT test right there.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Take away produce, that affects
|
|
the entire animal kingdom.
|
|
:
|
|
And then, of course...
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
The human species?
|
|
:
|
|
So if there's no more pollination,
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
it could all just go south here,
|
|
couldn't it?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I know this is also partly my fault.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
How about a suicide pact?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
How do we do it?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I'll sting you, you step on me.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- That just kills you twice.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Right, right.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Listen, Barry...
|
|
sorry, but I gotta get going.
|
|
(Vanessa leaves)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(To himself)
|
|
I had to open my mouth and talk.
|
|
:
|
|
Vanessa?
|
|
:
|
|
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
|
|
Where are you going?
|
|
(Vanessa is getting into a taxi)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
|
|
in Pasadena.
|
|
:
|
|
|
|
They've moved it to this weekend
|
|
because all the flowers are dying.
|
|
:
|
|
It's the last chance
|
|
I'll ever have to see it.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
|
|
I never meant it to turn out like this.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I know. Me neither.
|
|
(The taxi starts to drive away)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Tournament of Roses.
|
|
Roses can't do sports.
|
|
:
|
|
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
|
|
:
|
|
Roses!
|
|
:
|
|
Vanessa!
|
|
(Barry flies after the Taxi)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Roses?!
|
|
:
|
|
Barry?
|
|
(Barry is flying outside the window of the taxi)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Roses are flowers!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Yes, they are.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Flowers, bees, pollen!
|
|
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I know.
|
|
That's why this is the last parade.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Maybe not.
|
|
Could you ask him to slow down?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Could you slow down?
|
|
(The taxi driver screeches to a stop and Barry keeps flying forward)
|
|
:
|
|
Barry!
|
|
(Barry flies back to the window)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
OK, I made a huge mistake.
|
|
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Yes, it kind of is.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I've ruined the planet.
|
|
I wanted to help you
|
|
:
|
|
with the flower shop.
|
|
I've made it worse.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Actually, it's completely closed down.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
|
|
:
|
|
But I have another idea, and it's
|
|
greater than my previous ideas combined.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I don't want to hear it!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
All right, they have the roses,
|
|
the roses have the pollen.
|
|
:
|
|
I know every bee, plant
|
|
and flower bud in this park.
|
|
:
|
|
All we gotta do is get what they've got
|
|
back here with what we've got.
|
|
:
|
|
- Bees.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Park.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Pollen!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Flowers.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Re-pollination!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Across the nation!
|
|
:
|
|
Tournament of Roses,
|
|
Pasadena, California.
|
|
:
|
|
They've got nothing
|
|
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
|
|
:
|
|
Security will be tight.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I have an idea.
|
|
|
|
(Flash forward in time. Vanessa is about to board a plane which has all the
|
|
Roses on board.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
|
|
(Holds out badge)
|
|
:
|
|
Official floral business. It's real.
|
|
SECURITY GUARD:
|
|
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
|
|
=VANESSA==
|
|
Thank you. It was a gift.
|
|
(Barry is revealed to be hiding inside the brooch)
|
|
(Flash back in time and Barry and Vanessa are discussing their plan)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Once inside,
|
|
we just pick the right float.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
How about The Princess and the Pea?
|
|
:
|
|
I could be the princess,
|
|
and you could be the pea!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Yes, I got it.
|
|
:
|
|
- Where should I sit?
|
|
GUARD:
|
|
- What are you?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I believe I'm the pea.
|
|
GUARD:
|
|
- The pea?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
|
|
It goes under the mattresses.
|
|
GUARD:
|
|
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
|
|
- I'm getting the marshal.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You do that!
|
|
This whole parade is a fiasco!
|
|
:
|
|
Let's see what this baby'll do.
|
|
(Vanessa drives the float through traffic)
|
|
GUARD:
|
|
Hey, what are you doing?!
|
|
BARRY==
|
|
Then all we do
|
|
is blend in with traffic...
|
|
:
|
|
...without arousing suspicion.
|
|
:
|
|
Once at the airport,
|
|
there's no stopping us.
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are about to get on a plane)
|
|
SECURITY GUARD:
|
|
Stop! Security.
|
|
:
|
|
- You and your insect pack your float?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Yes.
|
|
SECURITY GUARD:
|
|
Has it been
|
|
in your possession the entire time?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Yes.
|
|
|
|
SECURITY GUARD:
|
|
Would you remove your shoes?
|
|
(To Barry)
|
|
- Remove your stinger.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- It's part of me.
|
|
SECURITY GUARD:
|
|
I know. Just having some fun.
|
|
Enjoy your flight.
|
|
(Barry plotting with Vanessa)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
|
|
just enough pollen to do the job.
|
|
(Flash forward in time and Barry and Vanessa are flying on the plane)
|
|
Can you believe how lucky we are? We
|
|
have just enough pollen to do the job!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I think this is gonna work.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It's got to work.
|
|
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
|
|
(On intercom)
|
|
Attention, passengers,
|
|
this is Captain Scott.
|
|
:
|
|
We have a bit of bad weather
|
|
in New York.
|
|
:
|
|
It looks like we'll experience
|
|
a couple hours delay.
|
|
VANESSA:
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|
Barry, these are cut flowers
|
|
with no water. They'll never make it.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
I gotta get up there
|
|
and talk to them.
|
|
VANESSA==
|
|
Be careful.
|
|
(Barry flies right outside the cockpit door)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Can I get help
|
|
with the Sky Mall magazine?
|
|
I'd like to order the talking
|
|
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
|
|
(The flight attendant opens the door and walks out and Barry flies into the
|
|
cockpit unseen)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Captain, I'm in a real situation.
|
|
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
|
|
- What'd you say, Hal?
|
|
CO-PILOT HAL:
|
|
- Nothing.
|
|
(Scott notices Barry and freaks out)
|
|
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
|
|
Bee!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
No,no,no, Don't freak out! My entire species...
|
|
(Captain Scott gets out of his seat and tries to suck Barry into a handheld
|
|
vacuum)
|
|
HAL:
|
|
(To Scott)
|
|
What are you doing?
|
|
(Barry lands on Hals hair but Scott sees him. He tries to suck up Barry but
|
|
instead he sucks up Hals toupee)
|
|
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
|
|
Uh-oh.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
|
|
|
|
HAL:
|
|
(Hal doesn't know Barry is on his head)
|
|
- Who's an attorney?
|
|
CAPTAIN SCOTT:
|
|
Don't move.
|
|
(Scott hits Hal in the face with the vacuum in an attempt to hit Barry. Hal
|
|
is knocked out and he falls on the life raft button which launches an
|
|
infalatable boat into Scott, who gets knocked out and falls to the floor.
|
|
They are both uncounscious.)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(To himself)
|
|
Oh, Barry.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(On intercom, with a Southern accent)
|
|
Good afternoon, passengers.
|
|
This is your captain.
|
|
:
|
|
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
|
|
please report to the cockpit?
|
|
(Vanessa looks confused)
|
|
(Normal accent)
|
|
...And please hurry!
|
|
(Vanessa opens the door and sees the life raft and the uncounscious pilots)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
What happened here?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I tried to talk to them, but
|
|
then there was a DustBuster,
|
|
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
|
|
:
|
|
Now one's bald, one's in a boat,
|
|
and they're both unconscious!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
...Is that another bee joke?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
- No!
|
|
:
|
|
No one's flying the plane!
|
|
BUD DITCHWATER:
|
|
(Through radio on plane)
|
|
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
|
|
What's your status?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
This is Vanessa Bloome.
|
|
I'm a florist from New York.
|
|
BUD:
|
|
Where's the pilot?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
He's unconscious,
|
|
and so is the copilot.
|
|
BUD:
|
|
Not good. Does anyone onboard
|
|
have flight experience?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
As a matter of fact, there is.
|
|
BUD:
|
|
- Who's that?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Barry Benson.
|
|
BUD:
|
|
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Vanessa, this is nothing more
|
|
than a big metal bee.
|
|
:
|
|
It's got giant wings, huge engines.
|
|
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I can't fly a plane.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Yes.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
How hard could it be?
|
|
(Vanessa sits down and flies for a little bit but we see lightning clouds
|
|
outside the window)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Wait, Barry!
|
|
We're headed into some lightning.
|
|
(An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the plane)
|
|
(We are now watching the Bee News)
|
|
BOB BUMBLE:
|
|
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
|
|
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
|
|
:
|
|
where a suspenseful scene
|
|
is developing.
|
|
:
|
|
Barry Benson,
|
|
fresh from his legal victory...
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
That's Barry!
|
|
BOB BUMBLE:
|
|
...is attempting to land a plane,
|
|
loaded with people, flowers
|
|
:
|
|
and an incapacitated flight crew.
|
|
JANET, MARTIN, UNCLE CAR AND ADAM:
|
|
Flowers?!
|
|
(The scene switches to the human news)
|
|
|
|
REPORTER:
|
|
(Talking with Bob Bumble)
|
|
We have a storm in the area
|
|
and two individuals at the controls
|
|
:
|
|
with absolutely no flight experience.
|
|
BOB BUMBLE:
|
|
Just a minute.
|
|
There's a bee on that plane.
|
|
BUD:
|
|
I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
|
|
and his no-account compadres.
|
|
:
|
|
They've done enough damage.
|
|
REPORTER:
|
|
But isn't he your only hope?
|
|
BUD:
|
|
Technically, a bee
|
|
shouldn't be able to fly at all.
|
|
:
|
|
Their wings are too small...
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Through radio)
|
|
Haven't we heard this a million times?
|
|
:
|
|
"The surface area of the wings
|
|
and body mass make no sense."...
|
|
BOB BUMBLE:
|
|
- Get this on the air!
|
|
BEE:
|
|
- Got it.
|
|
|
|
BEE NEWS CREW:
|
|
- Stand by.
|
|
BEE NEWS CREW:
|
|
- We're going live!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Through radio on TV)
|
|
...The way we work may be a mystery to you.
|
|
:
|
|
Making honey takes a lot of bees
|
|
doing a lot of small jobs.
|
|
:
|
|
But let me tell you about a small job.
|
|
:
|
|
If you do it well,
|
|
it makes a big difference.
|
|
:
|
|
More than we realized.
|
|
To us, to everyone.
|
|
:
|
|
That's why I want to get bees
|
|
back to working together.
|
|
:
|
|
That's the bee way!
|
|
We're not made of Jell-O.
|
|
:
|
|
We get behind a fellow.
|
|
:
|
|
- Black and yellow!
|
|
BEES:
|
|
- Hello!
|
|
(The scene switches and Barry is teaching Vanessa how to fly)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
|
|
Left, right, down, hover.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Hover?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Forget hover.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
This isn't so hard.
|
|
(Pretending to honk the horn)
|
|
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
|
|
(A Lightning bolt hits the plane and autopilot turns off)
|
|
Barry, what happened?!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Wait, I think we were
|
|
on autopilot the whole time.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- That may have been helping me.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- And now we're not!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
|
|
(The plane plummets but we see Lou Lu Duva and the Pollen Jocks, along with
|
|
multiple other bees flying towards the plane)
|
|
Lou Lu DUva:
|
|
All of you, let's get
|
|
behind this fellow! Move it out!
|
|
:
|
|
Move out!
|
|
(The scene switches back to Vanessa and Barry in the plane)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
|
|
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
|
|
(Barry sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of Vanessa's
|
|
face)
|
|
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Don't have to yell.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I'm not yelling!
|
|
We're in a lot of trouble.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
It's very hard to concentrate
|
|
with that panicky tone in your voice!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I can't do this!
|
|
(Barry slaps Vanessa)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
|
|
You have to snap out of it!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
(Slaps Barry)
|
|
You snap out of it.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Slaps Vanessa)
|
|
:
|
|
You snap out of it.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- You snap out of it!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- You snap out of it!
|
|
(We see that all the Pollen Jocks are flying under the plane)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- You snap out of it!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- You snap out of it!
|
|
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- You snap out of it!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- You snap out of it!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Hold it!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Why? Come on, it's my turn.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
How is the plane flying?
|
|
(The plane is now safely flying)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
I don't know.
|
|
(Barry's antennae rings like a phone. Barry picks up)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Hello?
|
|
LOU LU DUVA:
|
|
(Through "phone")
|
|
Benson, got any flowers
|
|
for a happy occasion in there?
|
|
(All of the Pollen Jocks are carrying the plane)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
The Pollen Jocks!
|
|
:
|
|
They do get behind a fellow.
|
|
LOU LU DUVA:
|
|
- Black and yellow.
|
|
POLLEN JOCKS:
|
|
- Hello.
|
|
LOU LU DUVA:
|
|
All right, let's drop this tin can
|
|
|
|
on the blacktop.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Where? I can't see anything. Can you?
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
|
|
:
|
|
Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Thinking bee.
|
|
- Thinking bee.
|
|
(On the runway there are millions of bees laying on their backs)
|
|
BEES:
|
|
Thinking bee!
|
|
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Wait a minute.
|
|
I think I'm feeling something.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- What?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
|
|
:
|
|
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
|
|
:
|
|
Bring the nose down.
|
|
BEES:
|
|
Thinking bee!
|
|
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
|
|
CONTROL TOWER OPERATOR:
|
|
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
|
|
BUD:
|
|
- Get some lights on that!
|
|
|
|
(It is revealed that all the bees are organized into a giant pulsating
|
|
flower formation)
|
|
BEES:
|
|
Thinking bee!
|
|
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- OK.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Out the engines. We're going in
|
|
on bee power. Ready, boys?
|
|
LOU LU DUVA:
|
|
Affirmative!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
|
|
:
|
|
Land on that flower!
|
|
:
|
|
Ready? Full reverse!
|
|
:
|
|
Spin it around!
|
|
(The plane's nose is pointed at a flower painted on a nearby plane)
|
|
- Not that flower! The other one!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Which one?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- That flower.
|
|
(The plane is now pointed at a fat guy in a flowered shirt. He freaks out
|
|
and tries to take a picture of the plane)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- I'm aiming at the flower!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
|
|
I mean the giant pulsating flower
|
|
made of millions of bees!
|
|
(The plane hovers over the bee-flower)
|
|
:
|
|
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
|
|
:
|
|
Rotate around it.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- This is insane, Barry!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- This's the only way I know how to fly.
|
|
BUD:
|
|
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
|
|
flying in an insect-like pattern?
|
|
(The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the bee-flower)
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
|
|
Smell it. Full reverse!
|
|
:
|
|
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
|
|
:
|
|
Aim for the center!
|
|
:
|
|
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
|
|
:
|
|
Come on, already.
|
|
(The bees scatter and the plane safely lands)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Barry, we did it!
|
|
You taught me how to fly!
|
|
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Yes!
|
|
(Vanessa is about to high-five Barry)
|
|
No high-five!
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
- Right.
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
Barry, it worked!
|
|
Did you see the giant flower?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
What giant flower? Where? Of course
|
|
I saw the flower! That was genius!
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
- Thank you.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- But we're not done yet.
|
|
:
|
|
Listen, everyone!
|
|
:
|
|
This runway is covered
|
|
with the last pollen
|
|
:
|
|
from the last flowers
|
|
available anywhere on Earth.
|
|
:
|
|
That means this is our last chance.
|
|
:
|
|
We're the only ones who make honey,
|
|
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
|
|
:
|
|
If we're gonna survive as a species,
|
|
this is our moment! What do you say?
|
|
|
|
:
|
|
Are we going to be bees, or just
|
|
Museum of Natural History keychains?
|
|
BEES:
|
|
We're bees!
|
|
BEE WHO LIKES KEYCHAINS:
|
|
Keychain!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK #1:
|
|
Hold on, Barry. Here.
|
|
:
|
|
You've earned this.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Yeah!
|
|
:
|
|
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
|
|
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
|
|
(The Pollen Jocks throw Barry a nectar-collecting gun. Barry catches it)
|
|
Oh, yeah.
|
|
JANET:
|
|
That's our Barry.
|
|
(Barry and the Pollen Jocks get pollen from the flowers on the plane)
|
|
(Flash forward in time and the Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC)
|
|
:
|
|
(Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa's shop and then heads to Central
|
|
Park)
|
|
BOY IN PARK:
|
|
Mom! The bees are back!
|
|
ADAM:
|
|
(Putting on his Krelman hat)
|
|
If anybody needs
|
|
|
|
to make a call, now's the time.
|
|
:
|
|
I got a feeling we'll be
|
|
working late tonight!
|
|
(The bee honey factories are back up and running)
|
|
(Meanwhile at Vanessa's shop)
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
(To customer)
|
|
Here's your change. Have a great
|
|
afternoon! Can I help who's next?
|
|
:
|
|
Would you like some honey with that?
|
|
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
|
|
(There is a room in the shop where Barry does legal work for other animals.
|
|
He is currently talking with a Cow)
|
|
COW:
|
|
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
|
|
And I don't see a nickel!
|
|
:
|
|
Sometimes I just feel
|
|
like a piece of meat!
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I had no idea.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Barry, I'm sorry.
|
|
Have you got a moment?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Would you excuse me?
|
|
My mosquito associate will help you.
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
Sorry I'm late.
|
|
COW:
|
|
He's a lawyer too?
|
|
|
|
MOOSEBLOOD:
|
|
Ma'am, I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
|
|
All I needed was a briefcase.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Have a great afternoon!
|
|
:
|
|
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
|
|
and I can't get them anywhere.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
No problem, Vannie.
|
|
Just leave it to me.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
|
|
Can I help who's next?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
All right, scramble, jocks!
|
|
It's time to fly.
|
|
VANESSA:
|
|
Thank you, Barry!
|
|
(Ken walks by on the sidewalk and sees the "bee-approved honey" in
|
|
Vanessa's shop)
|
|
KEN:
|
|
That bee is living my life!!
|
|
ANDY:
|
|
Let it go, Kenny.
|
|
KEN:
|
|
- When will this nightmare end?!
|
|
ANDY:
|
|
- Let it all go.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
- Beautiful day to fly.
|
|
POLLEN JOCK:
|
|
|
|
- Sure is.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
Between you and me,
|
|
I was dying to get out of that office.
|
|
(Barry recreates the scene near the beginning of the movie where he flies
|
|
through the box kite. The movie fades to black and the credits being)
|
|
[--after credits; No scene can be seen but the characters can be heard
|
|
talking over the credits--]
|
|
You have got
|
|
to start thinking bee, my friend!
|
|
:
|
|
- Thinking bee!
|
|
- Me?
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
(Talking over singer)
|
|
Hold it. Let's just stop
|
|
for a second. Hold it.
|
|
:
|
|
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
|
|
Can we stop here?
|
|
SINGER:
|
|
Oh, BarryBARRY:
|
|
I'm not making a major life decision
|
|
during a production number!
|
|
SINGER:
|
|
All right. Take ten, everybody.
|
|
Wrap it up, guys.
|
|
BARRY:
|
|
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
|
|
|