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Re: What's on your ctrl v?
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« Reply #111 on: December 18, 2013, 11:28:19 am »
Preludes - TS Eliot [1888-1965]

Relevant Background

Thomas Stearns [TS] Eliot was born in into a wealthy family in St Louis, Missouri, America in 1888
He became a British citizen at the age of 39 in 1927.
As he grew up, Eliot got used to the two sides of life in St. Louis. He saw the poorer people of St. Louis living in its muddy streets. He also saw the better off people and their posh lifestyle.
His father was president of a brick making company. His mother wrote poetry and was once a teacher and social volunteer. They were determined to educate Thomas well.
TS Eliot’s awareness of how differently some people lived inspired a lot of the descriptions found in ‘Preludes’.
Through the work of his mother and grandfather TS Eliot became aware of poverty and the boring reality of peoples’ lives.
In 1917 he published ‘Preludes’. ‘Preludes’ consists of four short poems, numbered I, II, III and IV.
Some say that in ‘Preludes’ Eliot tried to imagine the thoughts and observations of four badly-off city dwellers. It is possible on the other hand that he is observing a prostitute in the first three ‘Preludes’ and a tramp in the fourth ‘Prelude’. This is open to discussion.
He set the first prelude at dusk, the second in the morning, the third at night and dawn, the fourth in the late afternoon.
In each prelude the Eliot reveals the thoughts and feelings of a person about an aspect of everyday living in a city. Eliot felt that life for poor city dwellers was monotonous. He felt that they suffered from boredom and a poor quality of life. In these ‘Preludes’ Eliot looked at human despair and feelings of rejection and failure.
Eliot published these short poems in a book of poetry that contained long poems about city life. As all four poems are short pieces, each of them is like an introduction to the longer poems. He called them preludes and grouped them together.
A prelude is a short piece of music that introduces a longer piece of music. In music a prelude is sometimes referred to as an overture. In writing a short introductory piece is often called a preface.
As poetry is a form of music made with words, Eliot decided that his four short pieces could be called preludes rather than prefaces. These pieces about city-dwellers lives were similar to each other. There are certain sounds, ideas, images, moods and words that occur in all of them. They are set at four different times of day, which in combination make up a full day. These details meant that Eliot felt he should put them together as a group of poems under one title. The first three preludes may be linked by the ‘you’ of Prelude I and III. She may be a prostitute.
Thus the title ‘Preludes’ draws our attention to repetition of sounds and images. It also suggests that the pieces may have a similar overall theme.
Perhaps the overall theme is the misery of poverty.
Since the setting is early 20th century, we realise that people’s pastime options were limited. There was none of the recreations and activities provided by modern technology. People didn’t even have electric light. All they had was newspapers, as Prelude I mentions.
Summary

Prelude I

In this short poem, a hidden observer describes dusk on a winter’s evening in a poor part of a city.
The observer is outside, observing the appearance and atmosphere of a street and neighbourhood.
Possibly the observer who describes the scene is Eliot himself. Or it may be the cab driver. Perhaps Eliot is observing a street prostitute, the ‘you’ of the poem, as she stands on the pavement among the withered leaves.
It might be helpful to regard this poem, like the others, as a video post-card of this moment, six o’clock on the winter’s evening. Eliot used words as his way of painting the picture.
The time is pinpointed at 6 o’clock precisely.
Residents, living probably in one-roomed apartments, are cooking their evening meal all at the same time. They are probably all workers living in flats. The word ‘passageways’ suggests the houses have been turned into flats for rent. Even though it seems a run-down part of town, the residents can afford steak.
By linking the scene here with the ‘stale smells of beer’ and ‘dingy shades’ in furnished rooms of ‘Prelude II’ and the ‘thousand sordid images’ of ‘Prelude III’, one could assume that the Preludes are set in a red-light district of a city.
The smell of steak is a signal that day is done and night is beginning. Because of city smoke the day is described as smoky. Maybe the smoke occurs because people are cooking at the same time. The tiredness of the workers is suggested by the word ‘burnt-out’. Or is there a humorous suggestion that they over cook the steaks?
The weather is bad; a windy shower beats on the buildings and on the horse outside. The cold rain evaporates as steam off the horse’s back.
It is early winter as the autumn leaves are still on the ground. The filth of the place is revealed by the phrase ‘grimy scraps’.
The street is untidy as newspapers are blown around the place.
There are many empty or vacant spaces without a building on the street.
The details show that the street is rundown as the word ‘broken’ is used to describe the window-blinds.
The buildings are probably three or four storey houses rather than factories as the observer refers to the chimney pots. In ‘Prelude IV’ the observer refers to the houses as being in blocks.
The means of transport is by cab-horse. A mysterious visitor to a house makes the cab-horse wait. It seems to stamp its feet to beat off the cold or its boredom. The horse is lonely.
We are given no clue about the mystery visitor. The poem invites us to guess for ourselves who the visitor might be. Perhaps he is a client of the woman with yellow feet in ‘Prelude III’, a woman whose hand raised a ‘dingy shade’ in ‘Prelude II’. Might he be visiting a prostitute? Or has he called to eat a steak?
The only other event noted by the observer is the turning on of the streetlights or lamps. In other words, not much is happening outside.
Prelude II

In this short poem the observer describes the early morning scene on a street as workers dash for a quick coffee on the way to their job.
The observer is outside, observing the appearance and atmosphere of a street and neighbourhood.
The muddy feet suggest a poorer neighbourhood of St. Louis, where Eliot grew up.
There are probably some public houses on the street. They would account for the slight odour of beer and the sawdust. Floors of cheap pubs would have had sawdust on their floor to dry up mud and spilt beer.
The observer says that morning time causes ‘masquerades’ to start up again. ‘Masquerades’ are pretences, tricks or false actions put on for show.
Thus, as he observes shades being lifted on various street-facing windows, he thinks of the secret lives that will be hidden in the daylight by so called normal behaviour. The dingy hands are probably the same soiled hands that hold yellow feet in ‘Prelude III’.
Perhaps the observer thinks a lot of people show off and do not reveal their true selves in public. They act innocently as they head for the coffee stands, even though they might have been drunk with a prostitute under cover of darkness the night before.
Eliot suggests that the truth may lie in up to a thousand filthy one room apartments where the prostitutes that served the previous nights clients are also waking up and letting the shades up.
Prelude III

The observer addresses a ‘you’—perhaps the ‘you’ whose feet were surrounded by ‘grimy scraps’ as she stood on the pavement in ‘Prelude I’.
The observer is inside, observing the appearance and atmosphere of a room and its occupant.
The action of tossing a blanket from the bed and waiting has a strong sexual suggestion about it.
This idea is strengthened with the reference to a ‘thousand sordid images’. The word ‘thousand’ echoes the furnished rooms of ‘Prelude II’. The person’s soul is made up of a thousand dirty pictures—perhaps of clients who undressed while she tossed the blanket and waited.
The person in the room may be living in a personal hell. The fact that the pictures in her head ‘flickered’ suggests flames, and in turn hell. During the night the world left her and returned at dawn.
The light creeps back to her dark world. Sparrows in the water chutes are the first normal sounds she hears. It is as if her room at night had become a room in hell. At dawn everything seems normal again. In ‘Prelude II’ Eliot had suggested that people put on false shows after the shades went up.
The observer imagines she has an insight into or awareness of the street which is different than others have. Perhaps she knows secrets that some of the crowd rushing for coffee don’t suspect, secrets that others in that crowd hide.
She removes the paper curlers from her hair. Are these made from some of the same old newspapers that flapped around the pavement in ‘Prelude I’? Is she preparing to keep up appearances for her work later that evening? Perhaps she has nothing to do till nightfall. This is suggested by the idle gesture of clasping her feet. This gesture also betrays her dissatisfaction with her life.
The fact that her hands are soiled may be a reference to the newsprint on the curling papers blackening her hands, to her general lack of hygiene or to some dirty deeds that happened in the night.
Prelude IV

In this short poem, a hidden observer describes a winter’s afternoon on a city street when it is busy. We know this because the sky fades and crowds move urgently along city blocks. Is it the same street mentioned in previous preludes or is it in the commercial district?
The observer is outside, observing a passing crowd on the street. He may also be observing a single man who is suffering somewhat.
This man may be a street beggar who is being ignored by the passing crowd. The patch of sky visible between city blocks represents this man’s soul. The soul may also be the spirit of the city or of Christ.
His soul is fading with the light of day. He is ignored and walked upon by the busy passers by. Some of them carry the evening newspaper home with them. Some of the crowd are pipe-smoking men, whose only thought just then is focused on their pipes. Their eyes show that they have fixed views. They are full of simple certainties.
Some of them may be the clients of the red light district, whose lives are a lie or ‘masquerade’. They are ‘impatient’ with the beggar and any other distraction and feel they alone make up reality, ‘the world’.
The beggar may represent their lost conscience. They have lost touch with their human selves, as they rush along pretending that their lives alone are what matters. They trample on the beggar or on the soul of the city.
The crowds are so big the street is ‘blackened’. Or the street blackens at dusk for all those strange visits and sordid images the day-time street hardly understands. Or the street is black in a moral sense as people ignore their conscience. Perhaps Eliot wants us to have all three meanings at once.
On the other hand Eliot may be having a Christian vision here. The ‘soul’ may be the soul of Christ. In that case he is accusing the busy passers-by of ignoring Christ. It is as if the crowd are crucifying Christ in their selfish and sinful lives, too full of their own certainty.
The observer then makes personal remarks about the scenes shown in the four preludes.
Eliot is touched by the characters he has portrayed in the four preludes. He pities them in their quiet suffering.
He feels that there are a lot of gentle people, perhaps like the girl revealed in ‘Prelude III’, who lead a life of suffering.
He may even be referring hopefully to the constant spiritual presence of the suffering Christ. The idea is that Christ would redeem or give meaning to the lost lives of these city dwellers.
Then another side of Eliot comes out. He shocks us by sneering at the thought he has just had. He laughs mockingly.
He seems to realise that women have always had a tough time. They will continue to struggle for survival. Human life goes in cycles and poverty will always be part of those cycles. In old age the same women, who made their living from sordid actions as they tossed their blanket, will poke around in empty building sites for sticks for the fire. That’s what makes the world go round.
Eliot’s final position is that there is no crucified Christ in the background providing spiritual meaning for people as they suffer.

Themes

Suffering
People live harsh lives, full of routine and boredom. Life is an unchanging cycle of day and night. There is a sense of people waiting and rushing but not really enjoying their lives. People endure the discomfort of winter. They live in filthy conditions. Some hide false lives from the eyes of others. Women struggle, leading sordid and unhygienic lives. The poet pities this suffering and seeks a spiritual significance for it. But he gives up and laughs at it all.

The Nature Of Life In The City
Day and night are different in the city. By day it is a scene of rushing crowds heading to coffee stands before work or heading home from newspaper stands after work. For many their daily life is a masquerade in comparison to what they do at night. A woman has a vision of the street that others don’t have. At night the street is blackened and a type of filthy underworld exists. At night people live their secret lives, creating ‘sordid’ images.

Women And Men
Around 1910 a woman’s life was difficult. The poem portrays a woman passing an uneasy night in bed, tormented by sordid images, perhaps of her clients. Her hands are dirty, like the dingy hands that lift thousand shades. Old women are reduced to picking twigs as fire fuel. Men on the other hand are portrayed as living lives that are busy but false. They are full of certainty. They light their pipes and read evening newspapers. The women use the same papers only for hair curlers as they prepare themselves for men.

Pretence
People lead double lives. The respectable life people live by day hides a sordid night-life. Beer and sordid images are the reality of night-life for some. By day they act out a cleaner life as they rush for the coffee stands and work, pretending to have a clean conscience. They ignore the suffering of a beggar as they get on with their busy and important lives. But it is all a ‘masquerade’ or pretence.

Time
Eliot looks at the faces of the city at different times: dusk, night-time, morning, afternoon. In time nothing changes, the world revolves around human misery, especially the misery of women.

Lifestyle
People’s lives in 1910 consisted of rushing to and from work, consuming coffee, beer and steaks, reading newspapers, smoking pipes and secret, sordid activities.

Poverty
Eliot portrays filth and neglect. Hands and feet are dirty. The streets are full of rubbish. Old women hunt for fuel. Young women sell their bodies. Women use newspapers for curlers.

Style

Repetition Many words and images are repeated. They link the preludes. Newspapers carried home to read in ‘Prelude III’ occur as rubbish and as curlers in Preludes I and II. Hands are mentioned in three preludes. Feet are mentioned in all the preludes. The sense of smell links the first two preludes. Time of day [see theme above] forms a connecting link between them. ‘Vacant lots’ links the first and last preludes. ‘Grimy’, ‘dingy’, ‘sordid’, ‘soiled’ and ‘blackened’ form a strong link between the preludes. ‘Blinds’, ‘shades’ and ‘shutters’ link three preludes.
Imagery The poem consists of a series of manly descriptive images. Examples include the sparrows, the restless female sleeper at night, withered leaves, a cab-horse, a gusty shower, evening newspapers, paper hair curlers, and the smells of beer. There are a large number of such word pictures in the poem.
Metaphor A day is burnt out. A soul is compared to an evening sky. Images in a woman’s mind flicker on her ceiling like flames.
Personification A street has a conscience. Morning has a consciousness. Light creeps. An evening settles down. A shower wraps.
Simile The worlds revolve like old women hunting for fuel.
Metonymy Body parts like eyes, hands and feet are used to represent a person.
Contrast Day is contrasted to night, men to women, the outdoor street to the interior of a room, light is contrasted to darkness.
Tone Detached at times, like the opening. The tone is scornful or sarcastic at times, such as with the use of the word ‘masquerades’. The tone is jeering at the end, with the poet’s mocking laughter. At many times the tone is disgusted, like when the awakening woman holds yellow feet in soiled hands. The word ‘trampled’ implies pity, as does the reference the gentle thing suffering.
Atmosphere Each prelude describes the mood of a city street or room at a time of day. The mood or atmosphere on a winter’s evening is very well described. The words ‘burnt-out’, ‘gusty’, ‘grimy’, ‘withered’, ‘vacant’, ‘broken’ and ‘lonely’ are all adjectives that capture a bleak and dreary place. They create a feeling of misery. The verbs ‘steams’ and ‘stamps’ are effective at showing the impatient mood of the lonely horse. The words ‘trampled’ and ‘insistent’ create the urgent atmosphere surrounding the public on the street. The verbs ‘tossed’, ‘lay’, ‘dozed’, and ‘clasped’ convey the restless or tormented world of the woman.
Paradox [apparent contradiction] The ‘certain certainties’ contradict the ‘masquerades’.
Pun ‘Muddy’ may mean literally covered in street mud, but it may also mean dirty or immoral, or it may mean that the feet are disguised for the ‘masquerade’.
Religious Allusion Eliot refers to the suffering Christ who may lie behind all the human suffering of the city—‘some infinitely gentle infinitely suffering thing’.
Alliteration ‘Smell of steaks’, ‘His soul stretched tight across the skies’—both of these are also examples of sibilance. ‘Broken blinds’. Alliteration contributes to the musical effects of the preludes.
Assonanance Note the ‘o’ sound that creates the music of the awakening sounds of morning: ‘The morning comes to consciousness of’. After this there is a sequence of ‘e’ sounds, which create a striking musical effect:
‘Smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands’.
Sibilance [repetition of ‘s’ sound] The repeating ‘s’ sounds in the opening description convey the distasteful nature of the house smells, linked especially to ‘steaks’. The continuing ‘s’ repletion also becomes an example of onomatopoeia when it captures the rasping or scraping sound of the blown leaves as they scrape the ground. Sibilance also conveys the mood of the impatient cab horse more vividly. Sibilance is used throughout the poem—it reinforces the atmosphere of dirty secret lives.
Rhyme There is a lot of end rhyme in the poem although it doesn’t follow a strict pattern throughout. Note the irregular sequence of fifteen end sounds for ‘Prelude III’: ‘ed’, ‘ed’, ‘ing’, ‘ages’, ‘ed’, ‘ing’, ‘ack’, ‘ers’, ‘ers’, ‘eet’, ‘ands’, ‘ere’, ‘air’, ‘eet’, ‘ands’. There is rhyme but an unclear pattern. This musically represents the confusion of life. There are also some word repetitions between lines. Take for example ‘street’ between lines 33 and 34. All the sound repetitions create verbal or word music, which is very suitable for a group of poems called ‘Preludes’.

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Re: What's on your ctrl v?
« Reply #112 on: December 20, 2013, 04:44:15 pm »
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« Reply #113 on: December 20, 2013, 08:26:57 pm »
Pay attention to the street boss/ 

Re-write your written thoughts when you re-think your thoughts were scrambled in reversed metaphors/

For they thought your head inverse is gross tracking lucrative smiles when you spoke and revised your pause/
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Re: What's on your ctrl v?
« Reply #114 on: December 21, 2013, 11:31:55 am »
I was commending your liver, not you :P

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« Reply #115 on: December 21, 2013, 02:32:21 pm »
The entire Bee Movie script.

Spoiler
According to all known laws
of aviation,

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

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

 
The bee, of course, flies anyway

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

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

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

 
Barry! Breakfast is ready!

 
Ooming!

 
Hang on a second.

 
Hello?

 
- Barry?
- Adam?

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

 
Looking sharp.

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

 
Sorry. I'm excited.

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

 
A perfect report card, all B's.

 
Very proud.

 
Ma! I got a thing going here.

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

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

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

 
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.

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

 
Never thought I'd make it.

 
Three days grade school,
three days high school.

 
Those were awkward.

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

 
You did come back different.

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

 
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.

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

 
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.

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

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

 
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.

 
That's why we don't need vacations.

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

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

 
- Bee-men.
- Amen!

 
Hallelujah!

 
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

 
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

 
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...

 
...9:15.

 
That concludes our ceremonies.

 
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!

 
Will we pick ourjob today?

 
I heard it's just orientation.

 
Heads up! Here we go.

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

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

 
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco

 
and a part of the Hexagon Group.

 
This is it!

 
Wow.

 
Wow.

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

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

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

 
Our top-secret formula

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

 
into this soothing sweet syrup

 
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...

 
Honey!

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

 
- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.

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

 
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.

 
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.

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

 
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.

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

 
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.

 
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

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

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

 
But choose carefully

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

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

 
What's the difference?

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

 
in 27 million years.

 
So you'll just work us to death?

 
We'll sure try.

 
Wow! That blew my mind!

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

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

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

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

 
Why would you question anything?
We're bees.

 
We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.

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

 
Like what? Give me one example.

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

 
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.

 
Wait a second. Oheck it out.

 
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.

 
I've never seen them this close.

 
They know what it's like
outside the hive.

 
Yeah, but some don't come back.

 
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!

 
You guys did great!

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

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

 
Their day's not planned.

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

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

 
Right.

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

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

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

 
Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?

 
Distant. Distant.

 
Look at these two.

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

 
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.

 
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!

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

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

 
What were you doing during this?

 
Trying to alert the authorities.

 
I can autograph that.

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

 
Yeah. Gusty.

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

 
- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!

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

 
- Maybe I am.
- You are not!

 
We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

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

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

 
Hey, Honex!

 
Dad, you surprised me.

 
You decide what you're interested in?

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

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

 
Son, let me tell you about stirring.

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

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

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

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

 
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?

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

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

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

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

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

 
Wait till you see the sticks I have.

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

 
Let's open some honey and celebrate!

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

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

 
I'm so proud.

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

 
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.

 
Yeah, right.

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

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

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

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

 
Wow!

 
Oouple of newbies?

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

 
Make your choice.

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

 
Oh, my. What's available?

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

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

 
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

 
Wax monkey's always open.

 
The Krelman opened up again.

 
What happened?

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

 
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

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

 
Oh, this is so hard!

 
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

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

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

 
Barry!

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

 
What happened to you?
Where are you?

 
- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?

 
- Out there.
- Oh, no!

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

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

 
Another call coming in.

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

 
that gets their roses today.

 
Hey, guys.

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

 
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

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

 
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

 
Sign here, here. Just initial that.

 
- Thank you.
- OK.

 
You got a rain advisory today,

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

 
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,

 
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.

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

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

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

 
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!

 
All right, launch positions!

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

 
Black and yellow!

 
Hello!

 
You ready for this, hot shot?

 
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

 
Wind, check.

 
- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.

 
- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.

 
Scared out of my shorts, check.

 
OK, ladies,

 
let's move it out!

 
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!

 
All of you, drain those flowers!

 
Wow! I'm out!

 
I can't believe I'm out!

 
So blue.

 
I feel so fast and free!

 
Box kite!

 
Wow!

 
Flowers!

 
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.

 
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

 
Roses!

 
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

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

 
That is one nectar collector!

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

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

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

 
That's amazing. Why do we do that?

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

 
Oool.

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

 
Oopy that visual.

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

 
Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?

 
Affirmative.

 
That was on the line!

 
This is the coolest. What is it?

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

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

 
Yeah, fuzzy.

 
Ohemical-y.

 
Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.

 
My sweet lord of bees!

 
Oandy-brain, get off there!

 
Problem!

 
- Guys!
- This could be bad.

 
Affirmative.

 
Very close.

 
Gonna hurt.

 
Mama's little boy.

 
You are way out of position, rookie!

 
Ooming in at you like a missile!

 
Help me!

 
I don't think these are flowers.

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

 
What is this?!

 
Match point!

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

 
Yowser!

 
Gross.

 
There's a bee in the car!

 
- Do something!
- I'm driving!

 
- Hi, bee.
- He's back here!

 
He's going to sting me!

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

 
He blinked!

 
Spray him, Granny!

 
What are you doing?!

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

 
I gotta get home.

 
Oan't fly in rain.

 
Oan't fly in rain.

 
Oan't fly in rain.

 
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

 
Ken, could you close
the window please?

 
Ken, could you close
the window please?

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

 
You see? Folds out.

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

 
What was that?

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

 
Drapes!

 
That is diabolical.

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

 
What's number one? Star Wars?

 
Nah, I don't go for that...

 
...kind of stuff.

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

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

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

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

 
I predicted global warming.

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

 
Wait! Stop! Bee!

 
Stand back. These are winter boots.

 
Wait!

 
Don't kill him!

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

 
Why does his life have
less value than yours?

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

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

 
My brochure!

 
There you go, little guy.

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

 
Put that on your resume brochure.

 
My whole face could puff up.

 
Make it one of your special skills.

 
Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.

 
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

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

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

 
- Supposed to be less calories.
- Bye.

 
I gotta say something.

 
She saved my life.
I gotta say something.

 
All right, here it goes.

 
Nah.

 
What would I say?

 
I could really get in trouble.

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

 
I can't believe I'm doing this.

 
I've got to.

 
Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!

 
No. Yes. No.

 
Do it. I can't.

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

 
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!

 
Hi!

 
I'm sorry.

 
- You're talking.
- Yes, I know.

 
You're talking!

 
I'm so sorry.

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

 
But I don't recall going to bed.

 
Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.

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

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

 
but they were all trying to kill me.

 
And if it wasn't for you...

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

 
That was a little weird.

 
- I'm talking with a bee.
- Yeah.

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

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

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

 
The talking thing.

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

 
- That's very funny.
- Yeah.

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

 
Anyway...

 
Oan I...

 
...get you something?
- Like what?

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

 
I don't want to put you out.

 
It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.

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

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

 
Hey, you want rum cake?

 
- I shouldn't.
- Have some.

 
- No, I can't.
- Oome on!

 
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.

 
- Where?
- These stripes don't help.

 
You look great!

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

 
Are you all right?

 
No.

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

 
He finally gets there.

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

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

 
Why would I marry a watermelon?"

 
Is that a bee joke?

 
That's the kind of stuff we do.

 
Yeah, different.

 
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?

 
About work? I don't know.

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

 
I know how you feel.

 
- You do?
- Sure.

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

 
- Really?
- My only interest is flowers.

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

 
Anyway, if you look...

 
There's my hive right there. See it?

 
You're in Sheep Meadow!

 
Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!

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

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

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

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

 
Just having two cups of coffee!

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

 
Yeah, it's no trouble.

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

 
Are you...?

 
Oan I take a piece of this with me?

 
Sure! Here, have a crumb.

 
- Thanks!
- Yeah.

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

 
Or not.

 
OK, Barry.

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

 
Oh, that? That was nothing.

 
Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...

 
This can't possibly work.

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

 
OK, Dave, pull the chute.

 
- Sounds amazing.
- It was amazing!

 
It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.

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

 
Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?

 
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

 
They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.

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

 
- How'd you get back?
- Poodle.

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

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

 
- Well...
- Well?

 
Well, I met someone.

 
You did? Was she Bee-ish?

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

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

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

 
I can't get by that face.

 
So who is she?

 
She's... human.

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

 
- Her name's Vanessa.
- Oh, boy.

 
She's so nice. And she's a florist!

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

 
We're not dating.

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

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

 
She saved my life!
And she understands me.

 
This is over!

 
Eat this.

 
This is not over! What was that?

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

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

 
- You know what a Oinnabon is?
- No.

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

 
Sit down!

 
...really hot!
- Listen to me!

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

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

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

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

 
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.

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

 
There he is. He's in the pool.

 
You know what your problem is, Barry?

 
I gotta start thinking bee?

 
How much longer will this go on?

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

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

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

 
Would it kill you
to make a little honey?

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

 
Martin, would you talk to him?

 
Barry, I'm talking to you!

 
You coming?

 
Got everything?

 
All set!

 
Go ahead. I'll catch up.

 
Don't be too long.

 
Watch this!

 
Vanessa!

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

 
He doesn't respond to yelling!

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

 
I'm not listening to this.

 
Sorry, I've gotta go.

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

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

 
Bye.

 
I just hope she's Bee-ish.

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

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

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

 
A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?

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

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

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

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

 
You don't have that?

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

 
Oh, my.

 
Dumb bees!

 
You must want to sting all those jerks.

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

 
So you have to watch your temper.

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

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

 
Anger, jealousy, lust.

 
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

 
Yeah.

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

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

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

 
Yeah, it was. How did you know?

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

 
You've really got that
down to a science.

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

 
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?

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

 
Ray Liotta Private Select?

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

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

 
You don't have
enough food of your own?

 
- Well, yes.
- How do you get it?

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

 
And it's hard to make it!

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

 
- It's organic.
- It's our-ganic!

 
It's just honey, Barry.

 
Just what?!

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

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

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

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

 
Hey, Hector.

 
- You almost done?
- Almost.

 
He is here. I sense it.

 
Well, I guess I'll go home now

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

 
You're busted, box boy!

 
I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!

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

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

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

 
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!

 
You're too late! It's ours now!

 
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!

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

 
Where is the honey coming from?

 
Tell me where!

 
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

 
Orazy person!

 
What horrible thing has happened here?

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

 
they're on the road to nowhere!

 
Just keep still.

 
What? You're not dead?

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

 
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.

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

 
I'm going to Tacoma.

 
- And you?
- He really is dead.

 
All right.

 
Uh-oh!

 
- What is that?!
- Oh, no!

 
- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?

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

 
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!

 
How much do you people need to see?!

 
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!

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

 
But don't kill no more bugs!

 
- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!

 
- You hear something?
- Like what?

 
Like tiny screaming.

 
Turn off the radio.

 
Whassup, bee boy?

 
Hey, Blood.

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

 
Wow!

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

 
I mean, that honey's ours.

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

 
It's a close community.

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

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

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

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

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

 
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

 
You got to be kidding me!

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

 
- Hey, guys!
- Mooseblood!

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

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

 
What is this place?

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

 
They are pinheads!

 
Pinhead.

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

 
The Thomas 3000!

 
Smoker?

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

 
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.

 
They make the honey,
and we make the money.

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

 
Oh, my!

 
What's going on? Are you OK?

 
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

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

 
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.

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

 
That's a drag queen!

 
What is this?

 
Oh, no!

 
There's hundreds of them!

 
Bee honey.

 
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!

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

 
Oh, Barry, stop.

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

 
Do these look like rumors?

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

 
How did you get mixed up in this?

 
He's been talking to humans.

 
- What?
- Talking to humans?!

 
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!

 
Make out? Barry!

 
We do not.

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

 
The bees!

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

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

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

 
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked

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

 
I remember that.

 
What right do they have to our honey?

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

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

 
Sting them where it really hurts.

 
In the face! The eye!

 
- That would hurt.
- No.

 
Up the nose? That's a killer.

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

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

 
No more bee beards!

 
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.

 
Weather with Storm Stinger.

 
Sports with Buzz Larvi.

 
And Jeanette Ohung.

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

 
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,

 
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,

 
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!

 
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

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

 
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.

 
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.

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

 
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.

 
What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

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

 
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.

 
How old are you?

 
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,

 
which will be the trial
of the bee century.

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

 
It's a common name. Next week...

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

 
Next week...

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

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

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

 
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!

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

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

 
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.

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

 
I'm helping him sue the human race.

 
- Hello.
- Hello, bee.

 
This is Ken.

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

 
Why does he talk again?

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

 
But it's our yogurt night!

 
Bye-bye.

 
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

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

 
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.

 
- Frosting...
- How many sugars?

 
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.

 
So why are you helping me?

 
Bees have good qualities.

 
And it takes my mind off the shop.

 
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.

 
Those are great, if you're three.

 
And artificial flowers.

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

 
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

 
Bees must hate those fake things!

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

 
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.

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

 
You sure you want to go through with it?

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

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

 
It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,

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

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

 
What have we gotten into here, Barry?

 
It's pretty big, isn't it?

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

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

 
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.

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

 
Well, if it isn't the bee team.

 
You boys work on this?

 
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.

 
All right. Oase number 4475,

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

 
is now in session.

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

 
A privilege.

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

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

 
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.

 
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

 
my grandmother was a simple woman.

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

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

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

 
just think of what would it mean.

 
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm

 
for the elastic in my britches!

 
Talking bee!

 
How do we know this isn't some sort of

 
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?

 
They could be using laser beams!

 
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,

 
he could be on steroids!

 
Mr. Benson?

 
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.

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

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

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

 
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room

 
who think they can take it from us

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

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

 
but everything we are!

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

 
Oall your first witness.

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

 
I suppose so.

 
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!

 
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.

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

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

 
- No.
- I couldn't hear you.

 
- No.
- No.

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

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

 
They're very lovable creatures.

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

 
You mean like this?

 
Bears kill bees!

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

 
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!

 
OK, that's enough. Take him away.

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

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

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

 
No, I haven't.

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

 
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human

 
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.

 
Oh, please.

 
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

 
Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.

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

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

 
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on

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

 
Thank you. Thank you.

 
I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome

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

 
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

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

 
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't

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

 
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!

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

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

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

 
Order! Order, I say!

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

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

 
I think the jury's on our side.

 
Are we doing everything right, legally?

 
I'm a florist.

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

 
To a great team!

 
Well, hello.

 
- Ken!
- Hello.

 
I didn't think you were coming.

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

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

 
Oh, that was lucky.

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

 
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

 
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.

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

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

 
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,

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

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

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

 
Do we?

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

 
That's just what
I was thinking about doing.

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

 
I'm going to drain the old stinger.

 
Yeah, you do that.

 
Look at that.

 
You know, I've just about had it

 
with your little mind games.

 
- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.

 
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.

 
A lot of ads.

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

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

 
I think something stinks in here!

 
I love the smell of flowers.

 
How do you like the smell of flames?!

 
Not as much.

 
Water bug! Not taking sides!

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

 
I've got issues!

 
Well, well, well, a royal flush!

 
- You're bluffing.
- Am I?

 
Surf's up, dude!

 
Poo water!

 
That bowl is gnarly.

 
Except for those dirty yellow rings!

 
Kenneth! What are you doing?!

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

 
We need to talk!

 
He's just a little bee!

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

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

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

 
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

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

 
Goodbye, Ken.

 
And for your information,

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

 
I'm sorry about all that.

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

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

 
I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.

 
Are you OK for the trial?

 
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.

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

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

 
Yeah.

 
Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic

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

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

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

 
- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?

 
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.

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

 
What exactly is your relationship

 
to that woman?

 
We're friends.

 
- Good friends?
- Yes.

 
How good? Do you live together?

 
Wait a minute...

 
Are you her little...

 
...bedbug?

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

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

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

 
- Oh, Barry...
- Yes, they are!

 
Hold me back!

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

 
He's denouncing bees!

 
Don't y'all date your cousins?

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

 
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!

 
Oh, I'm hit!!

 
Oh, lordy, I am hit!

 
Order! Order!

 
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!

 
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!

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

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

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

 
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison

 
from my heaving buttocks?

 
I will have order in this court. Order!

 
Order, please!

 
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race

 
took a pointed turn against the bees

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

 
- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

 
- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.

 
I...

 
I blew the whole case, didn't I?

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

 
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

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

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

 
What was it like to sting someone?

 
I can't explain it. It was all...

 
All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!

 
All right.

 
You think it was all a trap?

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

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

 
What will the humans do to us
if they win?

 
I don't know.

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

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

 
Oh, my.

 
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?

 
- Why?
- The smoke.

 
Bees don't smoke.

 
Right. Bees don't smoke.

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

 
That's it! That's our case!

 
It is? It's not over?

 
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

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

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

 
Mr. Flayman.

 
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

 
Where is the rest of your team?

 
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.

 
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

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

 
I actually heard a funny story about...

 
Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs

 
taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?

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

 
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges

 
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.

 
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!

 
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going

 
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.

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

 
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?

 
Show me the smoking gun!

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

 
Here is your smoking gun.

 
What is that?

 
It's a bee smoker!

 
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?

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

 
Look at what has happened

 
to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"

 
Is this what nature intended for us?

 
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines

 
and man-made wooden slat work camps?

 
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?

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

 
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!

 
Free the bees! Free the bees!

 
Free the bees!

 
Free the bees! Free the bees!

 
The court finds in fa

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« Reply #116 on: December 21, 2013, 03:43:10 pm »
The entire Bee Movie script.

Spoiler
According to all known laws
of aviation,

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

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

 
The bee, of course, flies anyway

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

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

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

 
Barry! Breakfast is ready!

 
Ooming!

 
Hang on a second.

 
Hello?

 
- Barry?
- Adam?

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

 
Looking sharp.

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

 
Sorry. I'm excited.

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

 
A perfect report card, all B's.

 
Very proud.

 
Ma! I got a thing going here.

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

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

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

 
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.

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

 
Never thought I'd make it.

 
Three days grade school,
three days high school.

 
Those were awkward.

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

 
You did come back different.

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

 
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.

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

 
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.

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

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

 
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.

 
That's why we don't need vacations.

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

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

 
- Bee-men.
- Amen!

 
Hallelujah!

 
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

 
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

 
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...

 
...9:15.

 
That concludes our ceremonies.

 
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!

 
Will we pick ourjob today?

 
I heard it's just orientation.

 
Heads up! Here we go.

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

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

 
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco

 
and a part of the Hexagon Group.

 
This is it!

 
Wow.

 
Wow.

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

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

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

 
Our top-secret formula

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

 
into this soothing sweet syrup

 
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...

 
Honey!

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

 
- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.

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

 
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.

 
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.

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

 
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.

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

 
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.

 
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

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

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

 
But choose carefully

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

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

 
What's the difference?

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

 
in 27 million years.

 
So you'll just work us to death?

 
We'll sure try.

 
Wow! That blew my mind!

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

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

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

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

 
Why would you question anything?
We're bees.

 
We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.

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

 
Like what? Give me one example.

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

 
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.

 
Wait a second. Oheck it out.

 
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.

 
I've never seen them this close.

 
They know what it's like
outside the hive.

 
Yeah, but some don't come back.

 
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!

 
You guys did great!

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

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

 
Their day's not planned.

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

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

 
Right.

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

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

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

 
Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?

 
Distant. Distant.

 
Look at these two.

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

 
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.

 
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!

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

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

 
What were you doing during this?

 
Trying to alert the authorities.

 
I can autograph that.

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

 
Yeah. Gusty.

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

 
- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!

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

 
- Maybe I am.
- You are not!

 
We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

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

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

 
Hey, Honex!

 
Dad, you surprised me.

 
You decide what you're interested in?

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

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

 
Son, let me tell you about stirring.

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

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

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

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

 
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?

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

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

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

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

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

 
Wait till you see the sticks I have.

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

 
Let's open some honey and celebrate!

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

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

 
I'm so proud.

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

 
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.

 
Yeah, right.

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

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

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

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

 
Wow!

 
Oouple of newbies?

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

 
Make your choice.

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

 
Oh, my. What's available?

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

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

 
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

 
Wax monkey's always open.

 
The Krelman opened up again.

 
What happened?

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

 
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

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

 
Oh, this is so hard!

 
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

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

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

 
Barry!

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

 
What happened to you?
Where are you?

 
- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?

 
- Out there.
- Oh, no!

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

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

 
Another call coming in.

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

 
that gets their roses today.

 
Hey, guys.

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

 
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

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

 
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

 
Sign here, here. Just initial that.

 
- Thank you.
- OK.

 
You got a rain advisory today,

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

 
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,

 
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.

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

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

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

 
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!

 
All right, launch positions!

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

 
Black and yellow!

 
Hello!

 
You ready for this, hot shot?

 
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

 
Wind, check.

 
- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.

 
- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.

 
Scared out of my shorts, check.

 
OK, ladies,

 
let's move it out!

 
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!

 
All of you, drain those flowers!

 
Wow! I'm out!

 
I can't believe I'm out!

 
So blue.

 
I feel so fast and free!

 
Box kite!

 
Wow!

 
Flowers!

 
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.

 
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

 
Roses!

 
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

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

 
That is one nectar collector!

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

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

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

 
That's amazing. Why do we do that?

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

 
Oool.

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

 
Oopy that visual.

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

 
Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?

 
Affirmative.

 
That was on the line!

 
This is the coolest. What is it?

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

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

 
Yeah, fuzzy.

 
Ohemical-y.

 
Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.

 
My sweet lord of bees!

 
Oandy-brain, get off there!

 
Problem!

 
- Guys!
- This could be bad.

 
Affirmative.

 
Very close.

 
Gonna hurt.

 
Mama's little boy.

 
You are way out of position, rookie!

 
Ooming in at you like a missile!

 
Help me!

 
I don't think these are flowers.

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

 
What is this?!

 
Match point!

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

 
Yowser!

 
Gross.

 
There's a bee in the car!

 
- Do something!
- I'm driving!

 
- Hi, bee.
- He's back here!

 
He's going to sting me!

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

 
He blinked!

 
Spray him, Granny!

 
What are you doing?!

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

 
I gotta get home.

 
Oan't fly in rain.

 
Oan't fly in rain.

 
Oan't fly in rain.

 
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

 
Ken, could you close
the window please?

 
Ken, could you close
the window please?

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

 
You see? Folds out.

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

 
What was that?

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

 
Drapes!

 
That is diabolical.

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

 
What's number one? Star Wars?

 
Nah, I don't go for that...

 
...kind of stuff.

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

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

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

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

 
I predicted global warming.

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

 
Wait! Stop! Bee!

 
Stand back. These are winter boots.

 
Wait!

 
Don't kill him!

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

 
Why does his life have
less value than yours?

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

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

 
My brochure!

 
There you go, little guy.

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

 
Put that on your resume brochure.

 
My whole face could puff up.

 
Make it one of your special skills.

 
Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.

 
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

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

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

 
- Supposed to be less calories.
- Bye.

 
I gotta say something.

 
She saved my life.
I gotta say something.

 
All right, here it goes.

 
Nah.

 
What would I say?

 
I could really get in trouble.

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

 
I can't believe I'm doing this.

 
I've got to.

 
Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!

 
No. Yes. No.

 
Do it. I can't.

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

 
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!

 
Hi!

 
I'm sorry.

 
- You're talking.
- Yes, I know.

 
You're talking!

 
I'm so sorry.

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

 
But I don't recall going to bed.

 
Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.

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

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

 
but they were all trying to kill me.

 
And if it wasn't for you...

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

 
That was a little weird.

 
- I'm talking with a bee.
- Yeah.

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

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

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

 
The talking thing.

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

 
- That's very funny.
- Yeah.

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

 
Anyway...

 
Oan I...

 
...get you something?
- Like what?

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

 
I don't want to put you out.

 
It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.

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

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

 
Hey, you want rum cake?

 
- I shouldn't.
- Have some.

 
- No, I can't.
- Oome on!

 
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.

 
- Where?
- These stripes don't help.

 
You look great!

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

 
Are you all right?

 
No.

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

 
He finally gets there.

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

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

 
Why would I marry a watermelon?"

 
Is that a bee joke?

 
That's the kind of stuff we do.

 
Yeah, different.

 
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?

 
About work? I don't know.

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

 
I know how you feel.

 
- You do?
- Sure.

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

 
- Really?
- My only interest is flowers.

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

 
Anyway, if you look...

 
There's my hive right there. See it?

 
You're in Sheep Meadow!

 
Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!

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

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

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

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

 
Just having two cups of coffee!

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

 
Yeah, it's no trouble.

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

 
Are you...?

 
Oan I take a piece of this with me?

 
Sure! Here, have a crumb.

 
- Thanks!
- Yeah.

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

 
Or not.

 
OK, Barry.

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

 
Oh, that? That was nothing.

 
Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...

 
This can't possibly work.

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

 
OK, Dave, pull the chute.

 
- Sounds amazing.
- It was amazing!

 
It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.

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

 
Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?

 
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

 
They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.

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

 
- How'd you get back?
- Poodle.

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

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

 
- Well...
- Well?

 
Well, I met someone.

 
You did? Was she Bee-ish?

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

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

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

 
I can't get by that face.

 
So who is she?

 
She's... human.

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

 
- Her name's Vanessa.
- Oh, boy.

 
She's so nice. And she's a florist!

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

 
We're not dating.

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

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

 
She saved my life!
And she understands me.

 
This is over!

 
Eat this.

 
This is not over! What was that?

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

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

 
- You know what a Oinnabon is?
- No.

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

 
Sit down!

 
...really hot!
- Listen to me!

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

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

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

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

 
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.

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

 
There he is. He's in the pool.

 
You know what your problem is, Barry?

 
I gotta start thinking bee?

 
How much longer will this go on?

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

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

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

 
Would it kill you
to make a little honey?

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

 
Martin, would you talk to him?

 
Barry, I'm talking to you!

 
You coming?

 
Got everything?

 
All set!

 
Go ahead. I'll catch up.

 
Don't be too long.

 
Watch this!

 
Vanessa!

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

 
He doesn't respond to yelling!

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

 
I'm not listening to this.

 
Sorry, I've gotta go.

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

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

 
Bye.

 
I just hope she's Bee-ish.

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

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

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

 
A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?

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

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

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

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

 
You don't have that?

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

 
Oh, my.

 
Dumb bees!

 
You must want to sting all those jerks.

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

 
So you have to watch your temper.

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

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

 
Anger, jealousy, lust.

 
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

 
Yeah.

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

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

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

 
Yeah, it was. How did you know?

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

 
You've really got that
down to a science.

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

 
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?

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

 
Ray Liotta Private Select?

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

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

 
You don't have
enough food of your own?

 
- Well, yes.
- How do you get it?

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

 
And it's hard to make it!

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

 
- It's organic.
- It's our-ganic!

 
It's just honey, Barry.

 
Just what?!

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

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

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

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

 
Hey, Hector.

 
- You almost done?
- Almost.

 
He is here. I sense it.

 
Well, I guess I'll go home now

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

 
You're busted, box boy!

 
I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!

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

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

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

 
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!

 
You're too late! It's ours now!

 
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!

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

 
Where is the honey coming from?

 
Tell me where!

 
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

 
Orazy person!

 
What horrible thing has happened here?

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

 
they're on the road to nowhere!

 
Just keep still.

 
What? You're not dead?

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

 
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.

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

 
I'm going to Tacoma.

 
- And you?
- He really is dead.

 
All right.

 
Uh-oh!

 
- What is that?!
- Oh, no!

 
- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?

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

 
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!

 
How much do you people need to see?!

 
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!

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

 
But don't kill no more bugs!

 
- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!

 
- You hear something?
- Like what?

 
Like tiny screaming.

 
Turn off the radio.

 
Whassup, bee boy?

 
Hey, Blood.

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

 
Wow!

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

 
I mean, that honey's ours.

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

 
It's a close community.

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

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

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

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

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

 
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

 
You got to be kidding me!

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

 
- Hey, guys!
- Mooseblood!

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

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

 
What is this place?

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

 
They are pinheads!

 
Pinhead.

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

 
The Thomas 3000!

 
Smoker?

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

 
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.

 
They make the honey,
and we make the money.

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

 
Oh, my!

 
What's going on? Are you OK?

 
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

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

 
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.

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

 
That's a drag queen!

 
What is this?

 
Oh, no!

 
There's hundreds of them!

 
Bee honey.

 
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!

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

 
Oh, Barry, stop.

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

 
Do these look like rumors?

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

 
How did you get mixed up in this?

 
He's been talking to humans.

 
- What?
- Talking to humans?!

 
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!

 
Make out? Barry!

 
We do not.

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

 
The bees!

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

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

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

 
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked

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

 
I remember that.

 
What right do they have to our honey?

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

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

 
Sting them where it really hurts.

 
In the face! The eye!

 
- That would hurt.
- No.

 
Up the nose? That's a killer.

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

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

 
No more bee beards!

 
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.

 
Weather with Storm Stinger.

 
Sports with Buzz Larvi.

 
And Jeanette Ohung.

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

 
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,

 
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,

 
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!

 
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

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

 
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.

 
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.

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

 
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.

 
What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

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

 
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.

 
How old are you?

 
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,

 
which will be the trial
of the bee century.

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

 
It's a common name. Next week...

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

 
Next week...

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

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

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

 
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!

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

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

 
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.

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

 
I'm helping him sue the human race.

 
- Hello.
- Hello, bee.

 
This is Ken.

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

 
Why does he talk again?

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

 
But it's our yogurt night!

 
Bye-bye.

 
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

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

 
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.

 
- Frosting...
- How many sugars?

 
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.

 
So why are you helping me?

 
Bees have good qualities.

 
And it takes my mind off the shop.

 
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.

 
Those are great, if you're three.

 
And artificial flowers.

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

 
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

 
Bees must hate those fake things!

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

 
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.

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

 
You sure you want to go through with it?

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

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

 
It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,

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

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

 
What have we gotten into here, Barry?

 
It's pretty big, isn't it?

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

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

 
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.

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

 
Well, if it isn't the bee team.

 
You boys work on this?

 
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.

 
All right. Oase number 4475,

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

 
is now in session.

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

 
A privilege.

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

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

 
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.

 
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

 
my grandmother was a simple woman.

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

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

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

 
just think of what would it mean.

 
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm

 
for the elastic in my britches!

 
Talking bee!

 
How do we know this isn't some sort of

 
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?

 
They could be using laser beams!

 
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,

 
he could be on steroids!

 
Mr. Benson?

 
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.

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

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

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

 
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room

 
who think they can take it from us

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

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

 
but everything we are!

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

 
Oall your first witness.

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

 
I suppose so.

 
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!

 
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.

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

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

 
- No.
- I couldn't hear you.

 
- No.
- No.

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

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

 
They're very lovable creatures.

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

 
You mean like this?

 
Bears kill bees!

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

 
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!

 
OK, that's enough. Take him away.

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

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

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

 
No, I haven't.

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

 
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human

 
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.

 
Oh, please.

 
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

 
Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.

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

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

 
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on

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

 
Thank you. Thank you.

 
I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome

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

 
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

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

 
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't

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

 
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!

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

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

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

 
Order! Order, I say!

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

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

 
I think the jury's on our side.

 
Are we doing everything right, legally?

 
I'm a florist.

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

 
To a great team!

 
Well, hello.

 
- Ken!
- Hello.

 
I didn't think you were coming.

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

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

 
Oh, that was lucky.

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

 
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

 
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.

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

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

 
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,

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

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

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

 
Do we?

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

 
That's just what
I was thinking about doing.

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

 
I'm going to drain the old stinger.

 
Yeah, you do that.

 
Look at that.

 
You know, I've just about had it

 
with your little mind games.

 
- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.

 
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.

 
A lot of ads.

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

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

 
I think something stinks in here!

 
I love the smell of flowers.

 
How do you like the smell of flames?!

 
Not as much.

 
Water bug! Not taking sides!

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

 
I've got issues!

 
Well, well, well, a royal flush!

 
- You're bluffing.
- Am I?

 
Surf's up, dude!

 
Poo water!

 
That bowl is gnarly.

 
Except for those dirty yellow rings!

 
Kenneth! What are you doing?!

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

 
We need to talk!

 
He's just a little bee!

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

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

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

 
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

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

 
Goodbye, Ken.

 
And for your information,

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

 
I'm sorry about all that.

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

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

 
I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.

 
Are you OK for the trial?

 
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.

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

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

 
Yeah.

 
Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic

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

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

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

 
- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?

 
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.

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

 
What exactly is your relationship

 
to that woman?

 
We're friends.

 
- Good friends?
- Yes.

 
How good? Do you live together?

 
Wait a minute...

 
Are you her little...

 
...bedbug?

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

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

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

 
- Oh, Barry...
- Yes, they are!

 
Hold me back!

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

 
He's denouncing bees!

 
Don't y'all date your cousins?

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

 
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!

 
Oh, I'm hit!!

 
Oh, lordy, I am hit!

 
Order! Order!

 
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!

 
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!

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

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

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

 
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison

 
from my heaving buttocks?

 
I will have order in this court. Order!

 
Order, please!

 
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race

 
took a pointed turn against the bees

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

 
- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

 
- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.

 
I...

 
I blew the whole case, didn't I?

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

 
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

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

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

 
What was it like to sting someone?

 
I can't explain it. It was all...

 
All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!

 
All right.

 
You think it was all a trap?

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

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

 
What will the humans do to us
if they win?

 
I don't know.

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

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

 
Oh, my.

 
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?

 
- Why?
- The smoke.

 
Bees don't smoke.

 
Right. Bees don't smoke.

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

 
That's it! That's our case!

 
It is? It's not over?

 
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

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

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

 
Mr. Flayman.

 
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

 
Where is the rest of your team?

 
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.

 
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

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

 
I actually heard a funny story about...

 
Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs

 
taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?

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

 
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges

 
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.

 
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!

 
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going

 
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.

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

 
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?

 
Show me the smoking gun!

 
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
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Re: What's on your ctrl v?
« Reply #117 on: December 21, 2013, 09:39:51 pm »
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Re: What's on your ctrl v?
« Reply #118 on: December 22, 2013, 12:06:05 pm »
Lyrics for 'Around The World' by Daft Punk.

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Re: What's on your ctrl v?
« Reply #119 on: December 22, 2013, 04:07:17 pm »
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