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| Scripts.com
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| Bee Movie
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| By Jerry Seinfeld
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| NARRATOR:
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| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
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| According to all known laws
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| of aviation,
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| there is no way a bee
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| should be able to fly.
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| Its wings are too small to get
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| its fat little body off the ground.
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| The bee, of course, flies anyway
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| because bees don't care
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| what humans think is impossible.
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| BARRY BENSON:
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| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| :
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| Ooh, black and yellow!
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| Let's shake it up a little.
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| JANET BENSON:
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| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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| BARRY:
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| Coming!
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| Hang on a second.
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| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
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| Hello?
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| ADAM FLAYMAN:
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|
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| (Through phone)
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| - Barry?
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| BARRY:
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| - Adam?
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| ADAM:
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| - Can you believe this is happening?
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| BARRY:
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| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
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| (Barry flies down the stairs)
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| MARTIN BENSON:
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| Looking sharp.
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| JANET:
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| Use the stairs. Your father
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| paid good money for those.
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| BARRY:
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| Sorry. I'm excited.
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| MARTIN:
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| Here's the graduate.
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| We're very proud of you, son.
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| A perfect report card, all B's.
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| JANET:
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| Very proud.
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| (Rubs Barry's hair)
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| BARRY=
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| Ma! I got a thing going here.
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| JANET:
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| - You got lint on your fuzz.
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| BARRY:
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| - Ow! That's me!
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| JANET:
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| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
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| - Bye!
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| (Barry flies out the door)
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| JANET:
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| Barry, I told you,
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| stop flying in the house!
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| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
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| newspaper)
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| BARRY==
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| - Hey, Adam.
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| ADAM:
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| - Hey, Barry.
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| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
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| - Is that fuzz gel?
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| BARRY:
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| - A little. Special day, graduation.
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| ADAM:
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| Never thought I'd make it.
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| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
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| BARRY:
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| Three days grade school,
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| three days high school...
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| ADAM:
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| Those were awkward.
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| BARRY:
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| Three days college. I'm glad I took
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| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
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| ADAM==
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| You did come back different.
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| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
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| ARTIE:
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| - Hi, Barry!
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|
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| BARRY:
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| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
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| ADAM:
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| - Hear about Frankie?
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| BARRY:
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| - Yeah.
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| ADAM==
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| - You going to the funeral?
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| BARRY:
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| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
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| Everybody knows,
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| sting someone, you die.
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| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
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| Such a hothead.
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| ADAM:
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| I guess he could have
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| just gotten out of the way.
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| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
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| highway)
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| I love this incorporating
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| an amusement park into our regular day.
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| BARRY:
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| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
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| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
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| students)
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| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
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| under the circumstances.
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| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
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| :
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| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
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|
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| ADAM:
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| - We are!
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| BARRY=
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| - Bee-men.
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| =ADAM=
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| - Amen!
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| BARRY AND ADAM:
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| Hallelujah!
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| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
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| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
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| DEAN BUZZWELL:
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| Welcome, New Hive Oity
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| graduating class of...
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| :
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| ...9:
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| That concludes our ceremonies.
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| And begins your career
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| at Honex Industries!
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| ADAM:
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| Will we pick our job today?
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| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
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| BARRY=
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| I heard it's just orientation.
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| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
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| loaded into the buses)
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Heads up! Here we go.
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|
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Keep your hands and antennas
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| inside the tram at all times.
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| BARRY:
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| - Wonder what it'll be like?
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| ADAM:
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| - A little scary.
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| TOUR GUIDE==
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| Welcome to Honex,
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| a division of Honesco
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| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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| Barry:
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| This is it!
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| BARRY AND ADAM:
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| Wow.
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| BARRY:
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| Wow.
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| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
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| complicated Honey-making machines)
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| We know that you, as a bee,
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| have worked your whole life
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| to get to the point where you
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| can work for your whole life.
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| Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
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| Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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| Our top-secret formula
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| is automatically color-corrected,
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|
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| scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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| into this soothing sweet syrup
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| with its distinctive
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| golden glow you know as...
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| EVERYONE ON BUS:
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| Honey!
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| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
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| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
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| ADAM:
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| - That girl was hot.
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| BARRY:
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| - She's my cousin!
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| ADAM==
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| - She is?
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| BARRY:
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| - Yes, we're all cousins.
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| ADAM:
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| - Right. You're right.
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| - At Honex, we constantly strive
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| to improve every aspect
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| of bee existence.
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| These bees are stress-testing
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| a new helmet technology.
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| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
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| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
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| you can hear him groan)
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| ADAM==
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|
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| - What do you think he makes?
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| BARRY:
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| - Not enough.
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Here we have our latest advancement,
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| the Krelman.
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| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
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| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
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| Barry:
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| - Wow, What does that do?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| - Catches that little strand of honey
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| that hangs after you pour it.
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| Saves us millions.
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| ADAM:
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| (Intrigued)
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| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Of course. Most bee jobs are
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| small ones.
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| But bees know that every small job,
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| if it's done well, means a lot.
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| But choose carefully
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| because you'll stay in the job
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| you pick for the rest of your life.
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| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
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| BARRY:
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| The same job the rest of your life?
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| I didn't know that.
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| ADAM:
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|
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| What's the difference?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| You'll be happy to know that bees,
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| as a species, haven't had one day off
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| in 27 million years.
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| BARRY:
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| (Upset)
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| So you'll just work us to death?
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| We'll sure try.
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| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
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| home together)
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| ADAM:
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| Wow! That blew my mind!
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| BARRY:
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| "What's the difference?"
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| How can you say that?
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| One job forever?
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| That's an insane choice to have to make.
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| ADAM:
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| I'm relieved. Now we only have
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| to make one decision in life.
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| BARRY:
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| But, Adam, how could they
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| never have told us that?
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| ADAM:
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| Why would you question anything?
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| We're bees.
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| We're the most perfectly
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| functioning society on Earth.
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|
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| BARRY:
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| You ever think maybe things
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| work a little too well here?
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| ADAM:
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| Like what? Give me one example.
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| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
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| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
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| unison)
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| BARRY:
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| I don't know. But you know
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| what I'm talking about.
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Please clear the gate.
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| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
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| BARRY:
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| Wait a second. Check it out.
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| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
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| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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| ADAM:
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| - Wow.
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| I've never seen them this close.
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| BARRY:
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| They know what it's like
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| outside the hive.
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| ADAM:
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| Yeah, but some don't come back.
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| GIRL BEES:
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| - Hey, Jocks!
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| - Hi, Jocks!
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| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
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| to trucks, which drive away)
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|
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| You guys did great!
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| You're monsters!
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| You're sky freaks!
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| I love it!
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| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
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| I love it!
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| ADAM:
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| - I wonder where they were.
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| BARRY:
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| - I don't know.
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| Their day's not planned.
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| Outside the hive, flying who knows
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| where, doing who knows what.
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| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
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| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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| ADAM==
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| Right.
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| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
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| Jocks)
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| BARRY:
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| Look at that. That's more pollen
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| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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| ADAM:
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| It's just a status symbol.
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| Bees make too much of it.
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| BARRY:
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| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
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| and the ladies see you wearing it.
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| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
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|
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| ADAM==
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| Those ladies?
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| Aren't they our cousins too?
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| BARRY:
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| Distant. Distant.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Look at these two.
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| - Let's have fun with them.
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| GIRL BEE #1:
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| It must be dangerous
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| being a Pollen Jock.
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
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| against a mushroom!
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| He had a paw on my throat,
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| and with the other, he was slapping me!
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| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
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| GIRL BEE #2:
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| - Oh, my!
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| BARRY:
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| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
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| GIRL BEE #1:
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| (Looking at Adam)
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| What were you doing during this?
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| ADAM:
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| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
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| BARRY:
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| I can autograph that.
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|
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| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
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| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| A little gusty out there today,
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| wasn't it, comrades?
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Gusty.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| We're hitting a sunflower patch
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| six miles from here tomorrow.
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| BARRY:
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| - Six miles, huh?
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| ADAM:
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| - Barry!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| A puddle jump for us,
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| but maybe you're not up for it.
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| BARRY:
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| - Maybe I am.
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| ADAM:
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| - You are not!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
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| Are you bee enough?
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| BARRY:
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| I might be. It all depends
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| on what 0900 means.
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| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
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| night)
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| MARTIN:
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|
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| Hey, Honex!
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| BARRY:
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| Dad, you surprised me.
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| MARTIN:
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| You decide what you're interested in?
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| BARRY:
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| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
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| - But you only get one.
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| :
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| Do you ever get bored
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| doing the same job every day?
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| MARTIN:
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| Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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| You grab that stick, and you just
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| move it around, and you stir it around.
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| You get yourself into a rhythm.
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| It's a beautiful thing.
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| BARRY:
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| You know, Dad,
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| the more I think about it,
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| :
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| maybe the honey field
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| just isn't right for me.
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| MARTIN:
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| You were thinking of what,
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| making balloon animals?
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| :
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| That's a bad job
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| for a guy with a stinger.
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|
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| Janet, your son's not sure
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| he wants to go into honey!
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| JANET:
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| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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| BARRY:
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| - I'm not trying to be funny.
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| MARTIN:
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| You're not funny! You're going
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| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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| JANET:
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| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
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| BARRY:
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| - No one's listening to me!
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| MARTIN:
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| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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| BARRY:
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| I could say anything right now.
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| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
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| MARTIN:
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| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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| BARRY:
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| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
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| Shave my antennae.
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| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
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| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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| JANET:
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| I'm so proud.
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| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
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| ADAM:
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| - We're starting work today!
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|
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| BARRY:
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| - Today's the day.
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| ADAM:
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| Come on! All the good jobs
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| will be gone.
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah, right.
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
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| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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| - Is it still available?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| - Hang on. Two left!
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| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
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| Step to the side.
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| ADAM:
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| - What'd you get?
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| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
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| (He walks away)
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| ADAM:
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| Wow!
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Couple of newbies?
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| ADAM:
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| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Make your choice.
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| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
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| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
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| confusing)
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|
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| ADAM:
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| - You want to go first?
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| BARRY:
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| - No, you go.
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| ADAM:
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| Oh, my. What's available?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Restroom attendant's open,
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| not for the reason you think.
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| ADAM:
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| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| - Sure, you're on.
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| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
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| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
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| :
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| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
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| (Takes Adam's hat off)
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| Wax monkey's always open.
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| ADAM:
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| The Krelman opened up again.
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| :
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| What happened?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
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| He's dead. Another dead one.
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| :
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| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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| :
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| Dead from the neck up.
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| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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|
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| ADAM:
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| Oh, this is so hard!
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| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
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| Heating, cooling,
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| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
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| :
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| humming, inspector number seven,
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| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
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| :
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| mite wrangler. Barry, what
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| do you think I should... Barry?
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| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
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| :
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| Barry!
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| POLLEN JOCK:
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| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
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| in quadrant nine...
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| ADAM:
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| (Through phone)
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| What happened to you?
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| Where are you?
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| BARRY:
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| - I'm going out.
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| ADAM:
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| - Out? Out where?
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| BARRY:
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| - Out there.
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| ADAM:
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| - Oh, no!
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| BARRY:
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| I have to, before I go
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| to work for the rest of my life.
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| ADAM:
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|
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| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
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| (Barry hangs up)
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| Hello?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Another call coming in.
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| :
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| If anyone's feeling brave,
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| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
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| :
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| that gets their roses today.
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| BARRY:
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| Hey, guys.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
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| - Look at that.
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
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| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
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| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
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| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
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| :
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| - Thank you.
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| - OK.
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| :
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| You got a rain advisory today,
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| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
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| hockey sticks, dogs,
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| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
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| :
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| Murphy's in a home because of it,
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| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
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| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
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| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
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| :
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| ...9:
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| :
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| That concludes our ceremonies.
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| :
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| And begins your career
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| at Honex Industries!
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| ADAM:
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| Will we pick our job today?
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| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
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| BARRY=
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| I heard it's just orientation.
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| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
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| loaded into the buses)
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Heads up! Here we go.
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|
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Keep your hands and antennas
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| inside the tram at all times.
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| BARRY:
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| - Wonder what it'll be like?
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| ADAM:
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| - A little scary.
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| TOUR GUIDE==
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| Welcome to Honex,
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| a division of Honesco
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| :
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| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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| Barry:
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| This is it!
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| BARRY AND ADAM:
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| Wow.
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| BARRY:
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| Wow.
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| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
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| complicated Honey-making machines)
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| We know that you, as a bee,
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| have worked your whole life
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| :
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| to get to the point where you
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| can work for your whole life.
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| :
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| Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
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| Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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| :
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| Our top-secret formula
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| :
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| is automatically color-corrected,
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|
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| scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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| into this soothing sweet syrup
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| :
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| with its distinctive
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| golden glow you know as...
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| EVERYONE ON BUS:
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| Honey!
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| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
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| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
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| ADAM:
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| - That girl was hot.
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| BARRY:
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| - She's my cousin!
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| ADAM==
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| - She is?
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| BARRY:
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| - Yes, we're all cousins.
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| ADAM:
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| - Right. You're right.
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| - At Honex, we constantly strive
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| :
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| to improve every aspect
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| of bee existence.
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| :
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| These bees are stress-testing
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| a new helmet technology.
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| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
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| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
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| you can hear him groan)
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| :
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| ADAM==
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|
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| - What do you think he makes?
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| BARRY:
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| - Not enough.
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Here we have our latest advancement,
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| the Krelman.
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| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
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| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
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| Barry:
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| - Wow, What does that do?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| - Catches that little strand of honey
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| :
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| that hangs after you pour it.
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| Saves us millions.
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| ADAM:
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| (Intrigued)
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| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Of course. Most bee jobs are
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| small ones.
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| But bees know that every small job,
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| if it's done well, means a lot.
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| :
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| But choose carefully
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| :
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| because you'll stay in the job
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| you pick for the rest of your life.
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| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
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| BARRY:
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| The same job the rest of your life?
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| I didn't know that.
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| ADAM:
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|
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| What's the difference?
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| You'll be happy to know that bees,
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| as a species, haven't had one day off
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| :
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| in 27 million years.
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| BARRY:
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| (Upset)
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| So you'll just work us to death?
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| :
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| We'll sure try.
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| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
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| home together)
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| ADAM:
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| Wow! That blew my mind!
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| BARRY:
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| "What's the difference?"
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| How can you say that?
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| :
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| One job forever?
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| That's an insane choice to have to make.
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| ADAM:
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| I'm relieved. Now we only have
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| to make one decision in life.
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| BARRY:
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| But, Adam, how could they
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| never have told us that?
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| ADAM:
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| Why would you question anything?
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| We're bees.
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| :
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| We're the most perfectly
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| functioning society on Earth.
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|
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| BARRY:
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| You ever think maybe things
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| work a little too well here?
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| ADAM:
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| Like what? Give me one example.
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| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
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| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
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| unison)
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| BARRY:
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| I don't know. But you know
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| what I'm talking about.
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| ANNOUNCER:
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| Please clear the gate.
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| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
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| BARRY:
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| Wait a second. Check it out.
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| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
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| :
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| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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| ADAM:
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| - Wow.
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| :
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| I've never seen them this close.
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| BARRY:
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| They know what it's like
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| outside the hive.
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| ADAM:
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| Yeah, but some don't come back.
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| GIRL BEES:
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| - Hey, Jocks!
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| - Hi, Jocks!
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| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
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| to trucks, which drive away)
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|
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| You guys did great!
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| :
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| You're monsters!
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| You're sky freaks!
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| I love it!
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| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
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| I love it!
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| ADAM:
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| - I wonder where they were.
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| BARRY:
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| - I don't know.
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| Their day's not planned.
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| Outside the hive, flying who knows
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| where, doing who knows what.
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| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
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| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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| ADAM==
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| Right.
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| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
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| Jocks)
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| BARRY:
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| Look at that. That's more pollen
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| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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| ADAM:
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| It's just a status symbol.
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| Bees make too much of it.
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| BARRY:
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| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
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| and the ladies see you wearing it.
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| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
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|
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| ADAM==
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| Those ladies?
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| Aren't they our cousins too?
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| BARRY:
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| Distant. Distant.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Look at these two.
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| - Let's have fun with them.
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| GIRL BEE #1:
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| It must be dangerous
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| being a Pollen Jock.
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
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| against a mushroom!
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| :
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| He had a paw on my throat,
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| and with the other, he was slapping me!
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| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
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| GIRL BEE #2:
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| - Oh, my!
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| BARRY:
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| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
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| GIRL BEE #1:
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| (Looking at Adam)
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| What were you doing during this?
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| ADAM:
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| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
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| BARRY:
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| I can autograph that.
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|
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| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
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| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| A little gusty out there today,
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| wasn't it, comrades?
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Gusty.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| We're hitting a sunflower patch
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| six miles from here tomorrow.
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| BARRY:
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| - Six miles, huh?
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| ADAM:
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| - Barry!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| A puddle jump for us,
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| but maybe you're not up for it.
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| BARRY:
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| - Maybe I am.
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| ADAM:
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| - You are not!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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| :
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| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
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| Are you bee enough?
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| BARRY:
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| I might be. It all depends
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| on what 0900 means.
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| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
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| night)
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| MARTIN:
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|
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| Hey, Honex!
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| BARRY:
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| Dad, you surprised me.
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| MARTIN:
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| You decide what you're interested in?
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| BARRY:
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| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
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| - But you only get one.
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| :
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| Do you ever get bored
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| doing the same job every day?
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| MARTIN:
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| Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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| You grab that stick, and you just
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| move it around, and you stir it around.
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| :
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| You get yourself into a rhythm.
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| It's a beautiful thing.
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| BARRY:
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| You know, Dad,
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| the more I think about it,
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| :
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| maybe the honey field
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| just isn't right for me.
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| MARTIN:
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| You were thinking of what,
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| making balloon animals?
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| :
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| That's a bad job
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| for a guy with a stinger.
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| :
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|
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| Janet, your son's not sure
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| he wants to go into honey!
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| JANET:
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| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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| BARRY:
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| - I'm not trying to be funny.
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| MARTIN:
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| You're not funny! You're going
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| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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| JANET:
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| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
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| BARRY:
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| - No one's listening to me!
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| MARTIN:
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| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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| BARRY:
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| I could say anything right now.
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| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
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| MARTIN:
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| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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| BARRY:
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| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
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| Shave my antennae.
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| :
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| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
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| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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| JANET:
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| I'm so proud.
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| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
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| ADAM:
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| - We're starting work today!
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|
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| BARRY:
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| - Today's the day.
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| ADAM:
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| Come on! All the good jobs
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| will be gone.
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah, right.
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
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| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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| - Is it still available?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| - Hang on. Two left!
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| :
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| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
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| Step to the side.
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| ADAM:
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| - What'd you get?
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| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
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| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
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| (He walks away)
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| ADAM:
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| Wow!
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Couple of newbies?
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| ADAM:
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| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Make your choice.
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| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
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| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
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| confusing)
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|
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| ADAM:
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| - You want to go first?
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| BARRY:
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| - No, you go.
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| ADAM:
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| Oh, my. What's available?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| Restroom attendant's open,
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| not for the reason you think.
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| ADAM:
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| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| - Sure, you're on.
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| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
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| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
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| :
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| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
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| (Takes Adam's hat off)
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| Wax monkey's always open.
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| ADAM:
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| The Krelman opened up again.
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| :
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| What happened?
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| JOB LISTER:
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| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
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| He's dead. Another dead one.
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| :
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| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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| :
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| Dead from the neck up.
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| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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|
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| ADAM:
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| Oh, this is so hard!
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| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
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| Heating, cooling,
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| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
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| :
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| humming, inspector number seven,
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| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
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| :
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| mite wrangler. Barry, what
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| do you think I should... Barry?
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| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
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| :
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| Barry!
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| POLLEN JOCK:
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| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
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| in quadrant nine...
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| ADAM:
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| (Through phone)
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| What happened to you?
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| Where are you?
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| BARRY:
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| - I'm going out.
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| ADAM:
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| - Out? Out where?
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| BARRY:
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| - Out there.
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| ADAM:
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| - Oh, no!
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| BARRY:
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| I have to, before I go
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| to work for the rest of my life.
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| ADAM:
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|
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| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
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| (Barry hangs up)
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| Hello?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Another call coming in.
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| :
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| If anyone's feeling brave,
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| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
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| :
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| that gets their roses today.
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| BARRY:
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| Hey, guys.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
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| - Look at that.
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
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| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
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| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
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| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
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| :
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| - Thank you.
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| - OK.
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| :
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| You got a rain advisory today,
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| :
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|
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| and as you all know,
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| bees cannot fly in rain.
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| :
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| So be careful. As always,
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| watch your brooms,
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| :
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| hockey sticks, dogs,
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| birds, bears and bats.
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| :
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| Also, I got a couple of reports
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| of root beer being poured on us.
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| :
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| Murphy's in a home because of it,
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| babbling like a cicada!
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| BARRY:
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| - That's awful.
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| (Still talking through megaphone)
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| - And a reminder for you rookies,
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| :
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| bee law number one,
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| absolutely no talking to humans!
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| :
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| All right, launch positions!
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| POLLEN JOCKS:
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| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
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| :
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| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
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| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
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| LOU LU DUVA:
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| Black and yellow!
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| POLLEN JOCKS:
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|
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| Hello!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
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| BARRY:
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| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
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| POLLEN JOCK's:
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| Wind, check.
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| :
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| - Antennae, check.
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| - Nectar pack, check.
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| :
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| - Wings, check.
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| - Stinger, check.
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| BARRY:
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| Scared out of my shorts, check.
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| LOU LO DUVA:
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| OK, ladies,
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| :
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| let's move it out!
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| :
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| Pound those petunias,
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| you striped stem-suckers!
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| :
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| All of you, drain those flowers!
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| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
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| BARRY:
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| Wow! I'm out!
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| :
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| I can't believe I'm out!
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| :
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| So blue.
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|
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| :
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| I feel so fast and free!
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| :
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| Box kite!
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| (Barry flies through the kite)
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| :
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| Wow!
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| :
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| Flowers!
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| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
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| heat sink goggles.)
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| POLLEN JOCK:
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| This is Blue Leader.
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| We have roses visual.
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| :
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| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
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| :
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| Roses!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
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| :
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| Stand to the side, kid.
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| It's got a bit of a kick.
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| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
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| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
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| BARRY:
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| That is one nectar collector!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
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| BARRY:
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| - No, sir.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
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| pollen as he goes)
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| :
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| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
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| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
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| :
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| a pinch on that one.
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| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
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| BARRY:
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| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
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| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
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| BARRY:
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| Cool.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
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| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Copy that visual.
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| :
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| Wait. One of these flowers
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| seems to be on the move.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
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| KEN:
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| (In the distance) That was on the line!
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|
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| This is the coolest. What is it?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
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| :
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| It smells good.
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| Not like a flower, but I like it.
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
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| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
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| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |
| Scripts.com
| |
| Bee Movie
| |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
| |
|
| |
| NARRATOR:
| |
| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
| |
| Ooh, black and yellow!
| |
| Let's shake it up a little.
| |
| JANET BENSON:
| |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Coming!
| |
| :
| |
| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
| |
| :
| |
| Hello?
| |
| ADAM FLAYMAN:
| |
|
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| - Barry?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Adam?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I can't. I'll pick you up.
| |
| (Barry flies down the stairs)
| |
| :
| |
| MARTIN BENSON:
| |
| Looking sharp.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Use the stairs. Your father
| |
| paid good money for those.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry. I'm excited.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Here's the graduate.
| |
| We're very proud of you, son.
| |
| :
| |
| A perfect report card, all B's.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Very proud.
| |
| (Rubs Barry's hair)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| Ma! I got a thing going here.
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You got lint on your fuzz.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Ow! That's me!
| |
|
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
| |
| - Bye!
| |
| (Barry flies out the door)
| |
| JANET:
| |
| Barry, I told you,
| |
| stop flying in the house!
| |
| (Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a
| |
| newspaper)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| - Hey, Adam.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
| |
| :
| |
| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - A little. Special day, graduation.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days grade school,
| |
| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took
| |
| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
| |
| ARTIE:
| |
| - Hi, Barry!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I'm not going to his funeral.
| |
| :
| |
| Everybody knows,
| |
| sting someone, you die.
| |
| :
| |
| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
| |
| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I guess he could have
| |
| just gotten out of the way.
| |
| (The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the
| |
| highway)
| |
| :
| |
| I love this incorporating
| |
| an amusement park into our regular day.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating
| |
| students)
| |
| Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
| |
| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We are!
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| - Bee-men.
| |
| =ADAM=
| |
| - Amen!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Hallelujah!
| |
| (Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
| |
| :
| |
| please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
| |
| DEAN BUZZWELL:
| |
| Welcome, New Hive Oity
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
| |
| :
| |
| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
| |
| And begins your career
| |
| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
| |
| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
|
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Keep your hands and antennas
| |
| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
| |
| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
| |
| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
| |
| Honey!
| |
| (The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into
| |
| the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - That girl was hot.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
| |
| to improve every aspect
| |
| of bee existence.
| |
| :
| |
| These bees are stress-testing
| |
| a new helmet technology.
| |
| (The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the
| |
| ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but
| |
| you can hear him groan)
| |
| :
| |
| ADAM==
| |
|
| |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| Here we have our latest advancement,
| |
| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
| |
| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| - Catches that little strand of honey
| |
| :
| |
| that hangs after you pour it.
| |
| Saves us millions.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Intrigued)
| |
| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| 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.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| What's the difference?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
| |
| You'll be happy to know that bees,
| |
| as a species, haven't had one day off
| |
| :
| |
| in 27 million years.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
| |
| We'll sure try.
| |
| (Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back
| |
| home together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow! That blew my mind!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
| |
| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| I'm relieved. Now we only have
| |
| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
| |
| :
| |
| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Like what? Give me one example.
| |
| (Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that
| |
| hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect
| |
| unison)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know. But you know
| |
| what I'm talking about.
| |
| ANNOUNCER:
| |
| Please clear the gate.
| |
| Royal Nectar Force on approach.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wait a second. Check it out.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
| |
| :
| |
| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Wow.
| |
| :
| |
| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
| |
| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
|
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| You guys did great!
| |
| :
| |
| You're monsters!
| |
| You're sky freaks!
| |
| I love it!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - I wonder where they were.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| Their day's not planned.
| |
| :
| |
| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| where, doing who knows what.
| |
| :
| |
| You can't just decide to be a Pollen
| |
| Jock. You have to be bred for that.
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Right.
| |
| (Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen
| |
| Jocks)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Look at that. That's more pollen
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
| |
| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
| |
| against a mushroom!
| |
| :
| |
| He had a paw on my throat,
| |
| and with the other, he was slapping me!
| |
| (Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
| |
| GIRL BEE #2:
| |
| - Oh, my!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
| |
| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I can autograph that.
| |
|
| |
| (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and
| |
| Adam really are pollen jocks.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| A little gusty out there today,
| |
| wasn't it, comrades?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Gusty.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're hitting a sunflower patch
| |
| six miles from here tomorrow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
| |
| What do you think, buzzy-boy?
| |
| Are you bee enough?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I might be. It all depends
| |
| on what 0900 means.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at
| |
| night)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
|
| |
| Hey, Honex!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Dad, you surprised me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You decide what you're interested in?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well, there's a lot of choices.
| |
| - But you only get one.
| |
| :
| |
| Do you ever get bored
| |
| doing the same job every day?
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| You know, Dad,
| |
| the more I think about it,
| |
| :
| |
| maybe the honey field
| |
| just isn't right for me.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| 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!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not trying to be funny.
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| You're not funny! You're going
| |
| into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| - You're gonna be a stirrer?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No one's listening to me!
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Wait till you see the sticks I have.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I could say anything right now.
| |
| I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
| |
| (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
| |
| MARTIN:
| |
| Let's open some honey and celebrate!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
| |
| Shave my antennae.
| |
| :
| |
| Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
| |
| a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
| |
| JANET:
| |
| I'm so proud.
| |
| (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - We're starting work today!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Today's the day.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Come on! All the good jobs
| |
| will be gone.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah, right.
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
| |
| stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Is it still available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Hang on. Two left!
| |
| :
| |
| One of them's yours! Congratulations!
| |
| Step to the side.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - What'd you get?
| |
| BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:
| |
| - Picking crud out. Stellar!
| |
| (He walks away)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Wow!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Couple of newbies?
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Make your choice.
| |
| (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly
| |
| changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very
| |
| confusing)
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - You want to go first?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, you go.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, my. What's available?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| Restroom attendant's open,
| |
| not for the reason you think.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| - Sure, you're on.
| |
| (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
| |
| (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
| |
| (Takes Adam's hat off)
| |
| Wax monkey's always open.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| The Krelman opened up again.
| |
| :
| |
| What happened?
| |
| JOB LISTER:
| |
| A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
| |
| He's dead. Another dead one.
| |
| :
| |
| Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
| |
| :
| |
| Dead from the neck up.
| |
| Dead from the neck down. That's life!
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, this is so hard!
| |
| (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
| |
| Heating, cooling,
| |
| stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
| |
| :
| |
| humming, inspector number seven,
| |
| lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
| |
| :
| |
| mite wrangler. Barry, what
| |
| do you think I should... Barry?
| |
| (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
| |
| :
| |
| Barry!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| All right, we've got the sunflower patch
| |
| in quadrant nine...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| (Through phone)
| |
| What happened to you?
| |
| Where are you?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm going out.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Out? Out where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Out there.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, no!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I have to, before I go
| |
| to work for the rest of my life.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
|
| |
| You're gonna die! You're crazy!
| |
| (Barry hangs up)
| |
| Hello?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Another call coming in.
| |
| :
| |
| If anyone's feeling brave,
| |
| there's a Korean deli on 83rd
| |
| :
| |
| that gets their roses today.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Hey, guys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1 ==
| |
| - Look at that.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
| |
| (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
| |
| BEE WITH CLIPBOARD:
| |
| (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that.
| |
| :
| |
| - Thank you.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| - OK.
| |
| :
| |
| You got a rain advisory today,
| |
| :
| |
|
| |
| and as you all know,
| |
| bees cannot fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| So be careful. As always,
| |
| watch your brooms,
| |
| :
| |
| hockey sticks, dogs,
| |
| birds, bears and bats.
| |
| :
| |
| Also, I got a couple of reports
| |
| of root beer being poured on us.
| |
| :
| |
| Murphy's in a home because of it,
| |
| babbling like a cicada!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - That's awful.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| (Still talking through megaphone)
| |
| - And a reminder for you rookies,
| |
| :
| |
| bee law number one,
| |
| absolutely no talking to humans!
| |
| :
| |
| All right, launch positions!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
| |
| :
| |
| Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
| |
| buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
| |
| LOU LU DUVA:
| |
| Black and yellow!
| |
| POLLEN JOCKS:
| |
|
| |
| Hello!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK's:
| |
| Wind, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Antennae, check.
| |
| - Nectar pack, check.
| |
| :
| |
| - Wings, check.
| |
| - Stinger, check.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Scared out of my shorts, check.
| |
| LOU LO DUVA:
| |
| OK, ladies,
| |
| :
| |
| let's move it out!
| |
| :
| |
| Pound those petunias,
| |
| you striped stem-suckers!
| |
| :
| |
| All of you, drain those flowers!
| |
| (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow! I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm out!
| |
| :
| |
| So blue.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| I feel so fast and free!
| |
| :
| |
| Box kite!
| |
| (Barry flies through the kite)
| |
| :
| |
| Wow!
| |
| :
| |
| Flowers!
| |
| (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to
| |
| heat sink goggles.)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK:
| |
| This is Blue Leader.
| |
| We have roses visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
| |
| :
| |
| Roses!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
| |
| :
| |
| Stand to the side, kid.
| |
| It's got a bit of a kick.
| |
| (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that
| |
| suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That is one nectar collector!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1==
| |
| - Ever see pollination up close?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, sir.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
|
| |
| (Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles
| |
| pollen as he goes)
| |
| :
| |
| I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
| |
| over here. Maybe a dash over there,
| |
| :
| |
| a pinch on that one.
| |
| See that? It's a little bit of magic.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's amazing. Why do we do that?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| That's pollen power. More pollen, more
| |
| flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Cool.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
| |
| could be daisies. Don't we need those?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Copy that visual.
| |
| :
| |
| Wait. One of these flowers
| |
| seems to be on the move.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Say again? You're reporting
| |
| a moving flower?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
| |
| obviously just tennis balls)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| (In the distance) That was on the line!
| |
|
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| This is the coolest. What is it?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
| |
| :
| |
| It smells good.
| |
| Not like a flower, but I like it.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Yeah, fuzzy.
| |
| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3==
| |
| Chemical-y.
| |
| (The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
| |
| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
| |
| one of the tennis balls)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| My sweet lord of bees!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Candy-brain, get off there!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| (Pointing upwards)
| |
| Problem!
| |
| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
| |
| to)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Guys!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| - This could be bad.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| Affirmative.
| |
| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
| |
| to it)
| |
|
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| Very close.
| |
| :
| |
| Gonna hurt.
| |
| :
| |
| Mama's little boy.
| |
| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
| |
| still stuck to the ball)
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| You are way out of position, rookie!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
| |
| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (In slow motion)
| |
| Help me!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
| |
| I don't think these are flowers.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #3:
| |
| - Should we tell him?
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| - I think he knows.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| What is this?!
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Match point!
| |
| :
| |
| You can start packing up, honey,
| |
| because you're about to EAT IT!
| |
| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
| |
| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Yowser!
| |
| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
| |
| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Ew, gross.
| |
| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
| |
| into the car)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| There's a bee in the car!
| |
| :
| |
| - Do something!
| |
| DAD DRIVING CAR:
| |
| - I'm driving!
| |
| BABY GIRL:
| |
| (Waving at Barry)
| |
| - Hi, bee.
| |
| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
| |
| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
| |
| - He's back here!
| |
| :
| |
| He's going to sting me!
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Nobody move. If you don't move,
| |
| he won't sting you. Freeze!
| |
| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
| |
| :
| |
| GRANDMA IN CAR==
| |
| He blinked!
| |
| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
| |
| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
| |
| GIRL IN CAR:
| |
| Spray him, Granny!
| |
| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
| |
| What are you doing?!
| |
| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
| |
|
| |
| the ground, safe.)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow... the tension level
| |
| out here is unbelievable.
| |
| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
| |
| moving into this direction)
| |
| :
| |
| I gotta get home.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
| |
| :
| |
| Can't fly in rain.
| |
| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
| |
| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
| |
| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
| |
| plant inside an apartment near the window)
| |
| VANESSA BLOOME:
| |
| Ken, could you close
| |
| the window please?
| |
| KEN==
| |
| Hey, check out my new resume.
| |
| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
| |
| :
| |
| You see?
| |
| (Folds brochure resume out)
| |
| Folds out.
| |
| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
| |
| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
| |
| :
| |
| What was that?
| |
|
| |
| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
| |
| because the window is closed)
| |
| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
| |
| This time! This time! This...
| |
| :
| |
| Drapes!
| |
| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
| |
| That is diabolical.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
| |
| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| What's number one? Star Wars?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Nah, I don't go for that...
| |
| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
| |
| :
| |
| ...kind of stuff.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
| |
| They're out of their minds.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| When I leave a job interview, they're
| |
| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
| |
| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
| |
| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
| |
| :
| |
| I don't remember the sun
| |
| having a big 75 on it.
| |
| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
| |
| humans are sitting at)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| I predicted global warming.
| |
| :
| |
| I could feel it getting hotter.
| |
| At first I thought it was just me.
| |
| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
| |
| is about to put it in his mouth)
| |
| :
| |
| Wait! Stop! Bee!
| |
| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
| |
| freak out)
| |
| :
| |
| Stand back. These are winter boots.
| |
| (Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but
| |
| Vanessa saves him last second)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Wait!
| |
| :
| |
| Don't kill him!
| |
| (Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| You know I'm allergic to them!
| |
| This thing could kill me!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Why does his life have
| |
| less value than yours?
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Why does his life have any less value
| |
| than mine? Is that your statement?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm just saying all life has value. You
| |
| don't know what he's capable of feeling.
| |
| (Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can
| |
| carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
| |
| KEN:
| |
|
| |
| My brochure!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| There you go, little guy.
| |
| (Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is
| |
| still shocked that a human saved his life)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| I'm not scared of him.
| |
| It's an allergic thing.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Put that on your resume brochure.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| My whole face could puff up.
| |
| ANDY:
| |
| Make it one of your special skills.
| |
| KEN:
| |
| Knocking someone out
| |
| is also a special skill.
| |
| (Ken walks to the door)
| |
| Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
| |
| :
| |
| - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
| |
| :
| |
| (Vanessa tries to close door)
| |
| KEN==
| |
| - You could put carob chips on there.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door but Ken opens it again)
| |
| KEN:
| |
| - Supposed to be less calories.
| |
|
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Bye.
| |
| (Closes door)
| |
| (Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies
| |
| into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| (Talking to himself)
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| She saved my life.
| |
| I gotta say something.
| |
| :
| |
| All right, here it goes.
| |
| (Turns back)
| |
| Nah.
| |
| :
| |
| What would I say?
| |
| :
| |
| I could really get in trouble.
| |
| :
| |
| It's a bee law.
| |
| You're not supposed to talk to a human.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't believe I'm doing this.
| |
| :
| |
| I've got to.
| |
| (Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by
| |
| again)
| |
| :
| |
| Oh, I can't do it. Come on!
| |
| :
| |
| No. Yes. No.
| |
| :
| |
| Do it. I can't.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| How should I start it?
| |
| (Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
| |
| "You like jazz?"
| |
| No, that's no good.
| |
| (Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
| |
| Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
| |
| :
| |
| ...Hi!
| |
| (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the
| |
| counter)
| |
| :
| |
| I'm sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - You're talking.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yes, I know.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pointing at Barry)
| |
| You're talking!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm so sorry.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No, it's OK. It's fine.
| |
| I know I'm dreaming.
| |
| :
| |
| But I don't recall going to bed.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I'm sure this
| |
| is very disconcerting.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| This is a bit of a surprise to me.
| |
| I mean, you're a bee!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I am. And I'm not supposed
| |
| to be doing this,
| |
| (Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
| |
| but they were all trying to kill me.
| |
| :
| |
| And if it wasn't for you...
| |
| :
| |
| I had to thank you.
| |
| It's just how I was raised.
| |
| (Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
| |
| :
| |
| That was a little weird.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - I'm talking with a bee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I'm talking to a bee.
| |
| And the bee is talking to me!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I just want to say I'm grateful.
| |
| I'll leave now.
| |
| (Barry turns to leave)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Flying back)
| |
| - What?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| The talking...thing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| Same way you did, I guess.
| |
| "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - That's very funny.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| :
| |
| Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
| |
| we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway...
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Can I...
| |
| :
| |
| ...get you something?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Like what?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I don't know. I mean...
| |
| I don't know. Coffee?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't want to put you out.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
| |
| :
| |
| - It's just coffee.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I hate to impose.
| |
| (Vanessa starts making coffee)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Don't be ridiculous!
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Actually, I would love a cup.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Hey, you want rum cake?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I shouldn't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Have some.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, I can't.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Come on!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Where?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - These stripes don't help.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You look great!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| I don't know if you know
| |
| anything about fashion.
| |
| :
| |
| Are you all right?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| (Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
| |
| No.
| |
| (Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table
| |
| on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| He's making the tie in the cab
| |
| as they're flying up Madison.
| |
| :
| |
| He finally gets there.
| |
| :
| |
| He runs up the steps into the church.
| |
| The wedding is on.
| |
| :
| |
| And he says, "Watermelon?
| |
| I thought you said Guatemalan.
| |
| :
| |
| Why would I marry a watermelon?"
| |
| (Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Is that a bee joke?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| That's the kind of stuff we do.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Yeah, different.
| |
| :
| |
| So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
| |
| (Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it
| |
| around with a straw like it's a gondola)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| About work? I don't know.
| |
| :
| |
| I want to do my part for the hive,
| |
| but I can't do it the way they want.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| I know how you feel.
| |
|
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - You do?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Sure.
| |
| :
| |
| My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
| |
| a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Really?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - My only interest is flowers.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Our new queen was just elected
| |
| with that same campaign slogan.
| |
| :
| |
| Anyway, if you look...
| |
| (Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
| |
| :
| |
| There's my hive right there. See it?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| You're in Sheep Meadow!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| No way! I know that area.
| |
| I lost a toe ring there once.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Why do girls put rings on their toes?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Why not?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
|
| |
| - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Maybe I'll try that.
| |
| (A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his
| |
| perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the
| |
| table)
| |
| CUSTODIAN:
| |
| - You all right, ma'am?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Oh, yeah. Fine.
| |
| :
| |
| Just having two cups of coffee!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Anyway, this has been great.
| |
| Thanks for the coffee.
| |
| VANESSA==
| |
| Yeah, it's no trouble.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
| |
| I'd be up the rest of my life.
| |
| (Barry points towards the rum cake)
| |
| :
| |
| Can I take a piece of this with me?
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Sure! Here, have a crumb.
| |
| (Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Thanks!
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| - Yeah.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| All right. Well, then...
| |
| I guess I'll see you around.
| |
|
| |
| :
| |
| Or not.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| OK, Barry...
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| And thank you
| |
| so much again... for before.
| |
| VANESSA:
| |
| Oh, that? That was nothing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
| |
| (Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because
| |
| her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
| |
| (The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her
| |
| coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off
| |
| the ladder)
| |
| (Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute
| |
| in a Honex wind tunnel)
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #1:
| |
| This can't possibly work.
| |
| BEE SCIENTIST #2:
| |
| He's all set to go.
| |
| We may as well try it.
| |
| :
| |
| OK, Dave, pull the chute.
| |
| (Dave pulls the chute and the wind slams him against the wall and he falls
| |
| on his face.The camera pans over and we see Barry and Adam walking
| |
| together)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Sounds amazing.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - It was amazing!
| |
| :
| |
| It was the scariest,
| |
| happiest moment of my life.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Humans! I can't believe
| |
| you were with humans!
| |
| :
| |
| Giant, scary humans!
| |
| What were they like?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
| |
| :
| |
| They eat crazy giant things.
| |
| They drive crazy.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Some of them. But some of them don't.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - How'd you get back?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Poodle.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
| |
| whatever you wanted to see.
| |
| :
| |
| You had your "experience." Now you
| |
| can pick out your job and be normal.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Well...
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Well?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Well, I met someone.
| |
|
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| You did? Was she Bee-ish?
| |
| :
| |
| - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - No, no, no, not a wasp.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Spider?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - I'm not attracted to spiders.
| |
| :
| |
| I know, for everyone else, it's the hottest thing,
| |
| with the eight legs and all.
| |
| :
| |
| I can't get by that face.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| So who is she?
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| She's... human.
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| No, no. That's a bee law.
| |
| You wouldn't break a bee law.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| - Her name's Vanessa.
| |
| (Adam puts his head in his hands)
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| - Oh, boy.
| |
| BARRY==
| |
| She's so nice. And she's a florist!
| |
| ADAM:
| |
| Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
| |