| According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. | |
| Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. | |
| The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. | |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. | |
| Ooh, black and yellow! | |
| Let's shake it up a little. | |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready! | |
| Coming! | |
| Hang on a second. | |
| Hello? | |
| Barry? | |
| Adam? | |
| Can you believe this is happening? | |
| I can't. | |
| I'll pick you up. | |
| Looking sharp. | |
| Use the stairs, Your father paid good money for those. | |
| Sorry. I'm excited. | |
| Here's the graduate. | |
| We're very proud of you, son. | |
| A perfect report card, all B's. | |
| Very proud. | |
| Ma! I got a thing going here. | |
| You got lint on your fuzz. | |
| Ow! That's me! | |
| Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. | |
| Bye! | |
| Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! | |
| Hey, Adam. | |
| Hey, Barry. | |
| Is that fuzz gel? | |
| A little. Special day, graduation. | |
| Never thought I'd make it. | |
| Three days grade school, three days high school. | |
| Those were awkward. | |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around The Hive. | |
| You did come back different. | |
| Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. | |
| Hear about Frankie? | |
| Yeah. | |
| You going to the funeral? | |
| No, I'm not going. | |
| Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. | |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel. | |
| Such a hothead. | |
| I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. | |
| I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. | |
| That's why we don't need vacations. | |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp under the circumstances. | |
| Well, Adam, today we are men. | |
| We are! | |
| Bee-men. | |
| Amen! | |
| Hallelujah! | |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees, | |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell. | |
| Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of 9:15. | |
| That concludes our ceremonies And begins your career at Honex Industries! | |
| Will we pick our job today? | |
| I heard it's just orientation. | |
| Heads up! Here we go. | |
| Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. | |
| Wonder what it'll be like? | |
| A little scary. | |
| Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. | |
| This is it! | |
| Wow. | |
| Wow. | |
| We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. | |
| Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to The Hive. | |
| Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! | |
| That girl was hot. | |
| She's my cousin! | |
| She is? | |
| Yes, we're all cousins. | |
| Right. You're right. | |
| At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. | |
| These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. | |
| What do you think he makes? | |
| Not enough. | |
| Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. | |
| What does that do? | |
| Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. | |
| Saves us millions. | |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman? | |
| Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. | |
| But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. | |
| But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. | |
| The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. | |
| What's the difference? | |
| You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. | |
| So you'll just work us to death? | |
| We'll sure try. | |
| Wow! That blew my mind! | |
| "What's the difference?" | |
| How can you say that? | |
| One job forever? | |
| That's an insane choice to have to make. | |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. | |
| But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? | |
| Why would you question anything? We're bees. | |
| We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. | |
| You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? | |
| Like what? Give me one example. | |
| I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. | |
| Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. | |
| Wait a second. Check it out. | |
| Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! | |
| Wow. | |
| I've never seen them this close. | |
| They know what it's like outside The Hive. | |
| Yeah, but some don't come back. | |
| Hey, Jocks! | |
| Hi, Jocks! | |
| You guys did great! | |
| You're monsters! | |
| You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! | |
| I wonder where they were. | |
| I don't know. | |
| Their day's not planned. | |
| Outside The Hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. | |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. | |
| Right. | |
| Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. | |
| It's just a status symbol. | |
| Bees make too much of it. | |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. | |
| Those ladies? | |
| Aren't they our cousins too? | |
| Distant. Distant. | |
| Look at these two. | |
| Couple of Hive Harrys. | |
| Let's have fun with them. | |
| It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. | |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! | |
| He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! | |
| Oh, my! | |
| I never thought I'd knock him out. | |
| What were you doing during this? | |
| Trying to alert the authorities. | |
| I can autograph that. | |
| A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? | |
| Yeah. Gusty. | |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. | |
| Six miles, huh? | |
| Barry! | |
| A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. | |
| Maybe I am. | |
| You are not! | |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate. | |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy? | |
| Are you bee enough? | |
| I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. | |
| Hey, Honex! | |
| Dad, you surprised me. | |
| You decide what you're interested in? | |
| Well, there's a lot of choices. | |
| But you only get one. | |
| Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? | |
| Son, let me tell you about stirring. | |
| You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. | |
| You get yourself into a rhythm. | |
| It's a beautiful thing. | |
| You know, Dad, the more I think about it, | |
| maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. | |
| You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? | |
| That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. | |
| Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! | |
| Barry, you are so funny sometimes. | |
| I'm not trying to be funny. | |
| You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! | |
| You're gonna be a stirrer? | |
| No one's listening to me! | |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have. | |
| I could say anything right now. | |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! | |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate! | |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! | |
| I'm so proud. | |
| We're starting work today! | |
| Today's the day. | |
| Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. | |
| Yeah, right. | |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... | |
| Is it still available? | |
| Hang on. Two left! | |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations! | |
| Step to the side. | |
| What'd you get? | |
| Picking crud out. Stellar! | |
| Wow! | |
| Couple of newbies? | |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! | |
| Make your choice. | |
| You want to go first? | |
| No, you go. | |
| Oh, my. What's available? | |
| Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. | |
| Any chance of getting the Krelman? | |
| Sure, you're on. | |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. | |
| Wax monkey's always open. | |
| The Krelman opened up again. | |
| What happened? | |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. | |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. | |
| Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! | |
| Oh, this is so hard! | |
| Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. | |
| Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? | |
| Barry! | |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... | |
| What happened to you? | |
| Where are you? | |
| I'm going out. | |
| Out? Out where? | |
| Out there. | |
| Oh, no! | |
| I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. |
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| You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? | |
| Another call coming in. | |
| If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. | |
| Hey, guys. | |
| Look at that. | |
| Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? | |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. | |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. | |
| Really? Feeling lucky, are you? | |
| Sign here, here. Just initial that. | |
| Thank you. | |
| OK. | |
| You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. | |
| So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. | |
| Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. | |
| Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! | |
| That's awful. | |
| And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! | |
| All right, launch positions! | |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! | |
| Black and yellow! | |
| Hello! | |
| You ready for this, hot shot? | |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. | |
| Wind, check. | |
| Antennae, check. | |
| Nectar pack, check. | |
| Wings, check. | |
| Stinger, check. | |
| Scared out of my shorts, check. | |
| OK, ladies, | |
| let's move it out! | |
| Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! | |
| All of you, drain those flowers! | |
| Wow! I'm out! | |
| I can't believe I'm out! | |
| So blue. | |
| I feel so fast and free! | |
| Box kite! | |
| Wow! | |
| Flowers! | |
| This is Blue Leader, We have roses visual. | |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. | |
| Roses! | |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. | |
| Stand to the side, kid. | |
| It's got a bit of a kick. | |
| That is one nectar collector! | |
| Ever see pollination up close? | |
| No, sir. | |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. | |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic. | |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that? | |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. | |
| Cool. | |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow, Could be daisies, Don't we need those? | |
| Copy that visual. | |
| Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. | |
| Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? | |
| Affirmative. | |
| That was on the line! | |
| This is the coolest. What is it? | |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color. | |
| It smells good. | |
| Not like a flower, but I like it. | |
| Yeah, fuzzy. | |
| Chemical-y. | |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby. | |
| My sweet lord of bees! | |
| Candy-brain, get off there! | |
| Problem! | |
| Guys! | |
| This could be bad. | |
| Affirmative. | |
| Very close. | |
| Gonna hurt. | |
| Mama's little boy. | |
| You are way out of position, rookie! | |
| Coming in at you like a missile! | |
| Help me! | |
| I don't think these are flowers. | |
| Should we tell him? | |
| I think he knows. | |
| What is this?! | |
| Match point! | |
| You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! | |
| Yowser! | |
| Gross. | |
| There's a bee in the car! | |
| Do something! | |
| I'm driving! | |
| Hi, bee. | |
| He's back here! | |
| He's going to sting me! | |
| Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! | |
| He blinked! | |
| Spray him, Granny! | |
| What are you doing?! | |
| Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. | |
| I gotta get home. | |
| Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. | |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! | |
| Ken, could you close the window please? | |
| Ken, could you close the window please? | |
| Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. | |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. | |
| What was that? | |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! | |
| That is diabolical. | |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. | |
| What's number one? Star Wars? | |
| Nah, I don't go for that... kind of stuff. | |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. | |
| When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. | |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. | |
| I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. | |
| I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. | |
| Wait! Stop! Bee! | |
| Stand back. These are winter boots. | |
| Wait! | |
| Don't kill him! | |
| You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! | |
| Why does his life have less value than yours? | |
| Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? | |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. | |
| My brochure! | |
| There you go, little guy. | |
| I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing. | |
| Put that on your resume brochure. | |
| My whole face could puff up. | |
| Make it one of your special skills. | |
| Knocking someone out is also a special skill. | |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. | |
| Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? | |
| Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. | |
| You could put carob chips on there. | |
| Bye. | |
| Supposed to be less calories. | |
| Bye. | |
| I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. | |
| All right, here it goes. | |
| Nah. | |
| What would I say? | |
| I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. | |
| I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. | |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on! | |
| No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. | |
| How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. | |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool! | |
| Hi! | |
| I'm sorry. You're talking. | |
| Yes, I know. | |
| You're talking! | |
| I'm so sorry. | |
| No, it's OK. It's fine. | |
| I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. | |
| Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. | |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! | |
| I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. | |
| And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. | |
| That was a little weird. I'm talking with a bee. | |
| Yeah. | |
| I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! | |
| I just want to say I'm grateful. | |
| I'll leave now. | |
| Wait! How did you learn to do that? | |
| What? | |
| The talking thing. | |
| Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. | |
| That's very funny. | |
| Yeah. | |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. | |
| Anyway... Can I... get you something? | |
| Like what? | |
| I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee? | |
| I don't want to put you out. | |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. | |
| It's just coffee. | |
| I hate to impose. | |
| Don't be ridiculous! | |
| Actually, I would love a cup. | |
| Hey, you want rum cake? | |
| I shouldn't. | |
| Have some. | |
| No, I can't. | |
| Come on! | |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. | |
| Where? | |
| These stripes don't help. | |
| You look great! | |
| I don't know if you know anything about fashion. | |
| Are you all right? | |
| No. | |
| He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. | |
| He finally gets there. | |
| He runs up the steps into the church. | |
| The wedding is on. | |
| And he says, "Watermelon? | |
| I thought you said Guatemalan. | |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?" | |
| Is that a bee joke? | |
| That's the kind of stuff we do. | |
| Yeah, different. | |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry? | |
| About work? I don't know. | |
| I want to do my part for The Hive, but I can't do it the way they want. | |
| I know how you feel. | |
| You do? | |
| Sure. | |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. | |
| Really? | |
| My only interest is flowers. | |
| Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. | |
| Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? | |
| You're in Sheep Meadow! | |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! | |
| No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. | |
| Why do girls put rings on their toes? | |
| Why not? | |
| It's like putting a hat on your knee. | |
| Maybe I'll try that. | |
| You all right, ma'am? | |
| Oh, yeah. Fine. | |
| Just having two cups of coffee! | |
| Anyway, this has been great. | |
| Thanks for the coffee. | |
| Yeah, it's no trouble. | |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. | |
| Are you...? | |
| Can I take a piece of this with me? | |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb. | |
| Thanks! | |
| Yeah. | |
| All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. | |
| OK, Barry. | |
| And thank you so much again... for before. | |
| Oh, that? That was nothing. | |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... | |
| This can't possibly work. | |
| He's all set to go. | |
| We may as well try it. | |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute. | |
| Sounds amazing. | |
| It was amazing! | |
| It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. |