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| Bee Movie
| | <h4>{{PAGENAME}} is part of a series on [[Soysphere|Der Soysphere]]</h4> |
| By Jerry Seinfeld
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| NARRATOR:
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| (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
| | </div> |
| According to all known laws
| |
| 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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| :
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| because bees don't care
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| what humans think is impossible.
| |
| BARRY BENSON:
| |
| (Barry is picking out a shirt)
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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| Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
| |
| :
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| Ooh, black and yellow!
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| Let's shake it up a little.
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| JANET BENSON:
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| Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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| BARRY:
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| Coming!
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| :
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| Hang on a second.
| |
| (Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
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| :
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| Hello?
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| ADAM FLAYMAN:
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| | |
| (Through phone)
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| - Barry?
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| BARRY:
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| - Adam?
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| ADAM:
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| - Can you believe this is happening?
| |
| 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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| :
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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.
| |
| 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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| :
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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.
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Ow! That's me!
| |
| | |
| JANET:
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| - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
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| - Bye!
| |
| (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!
| |
| (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.
| |
| ADAM:
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| - Hey, Barry.
| |
| (Adam gets in Barry's car)
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| :
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| - Is that fuzz gel?
| |
| BARRY:
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| - A little. Special day, graduation. | |
| ADAM:
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| Never thought I'd make it.
| |
| (Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
| |
| BARRY:
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| Three days grade school,
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| three days high school...
| |
| ADAM:
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| Those were awkward.
| |
| BARRY:
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| Three days college. I'm glad I took
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| a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
| |
| ADAM==
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| You did come back different.
| |
| (Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
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| ARTIE:
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| - Hi, Barry!
| |
| | |
| BARRY:
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| - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
| |
| ADAM:
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| - Hear about Frankie?
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Yeah.
| |
| ADAM==
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| - You going to the funeral?
| |
| 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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| :
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| Don't waste it on a squirrel.
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| Such a hothead.
| |
| ADAM:
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| I guess he could have
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
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| I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
| |
| (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...
| |
| under the circumstances.
| |
| (Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
| |
| :
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| - Well, Adam, today we are men.
| |
| | |
| ADAM:
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| - We are!
| |
| 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!
| |
| (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
| |
| graduating class of...
| |
| :
| |
| ...9:
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| :
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| That concludes our ceremonies.
| |
| :
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| And begins your career
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| at Honex Industries!
| |
| ADAM:
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| Will we pick our job today?
| |
| (Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
| |
| BARRY=
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| I heard it's just orientation.
| |
| (Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically
| |
| loaded into the buses)
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| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Heads up! Here we go.
| |
| | |
| ANNOUNCER:
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| Keep your hands and antennas
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| inside the tram at all times.
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Wonder what it'll be like?
| |
| ADAM:
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| - A little scary.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE==
| |
| Welcome to Honex,
| |
| a division of Honesco
| |
| :
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| and a part of the Hexagon Group.
| |
| Barry:
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| This is it!
| |
| BARRY AND ADAM:
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| Wow.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| Wow.
| |
| (The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive
| |
| complicated Honey-making machines)
| |
| 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
| |
| can work for your whole life.
| |
| :
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| Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
| |
| Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
| |
| :
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| Our top-secret formula
| |
| :
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| is automatically color-corrected,
| |
| | |
| scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
| |
| :
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| into this soothing sweet syrup
| |
| :
| |
| with its distinctive
| |
| golden glow you know as...
| |
| EVERYONE ON BUS:
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| 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:
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| - That girl was hot. | |
| BARRY:
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| - She's my cousin!
| |
| ADAM==
| |
| - She is?
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| BARRY:
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| - Yes, we're all cousins.
| |
| ADAM:
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| - Right. You're right.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
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| - At Honex, we constantly strive
| |
| :
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| 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)
| |
| :
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| ADAM==
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| | |
| - What do you think he makes?
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Not enough.
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Here we have our latest advancement,
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| the Krelman.
| |
| (They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each
| |
| wearing a finger-shaped hat)
| |
| Barry:
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| - Wow, What does that do?
| |
| 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.
| |
| ADAM:
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| (Intrigued)
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| Can anyone work on the Krelman?
| |
| TOUR GUIDE:
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| Of course. Most bee jobs are
| |
| 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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| :
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| because you'll stay in the job
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| you pick for the rest of your life.
| |
| (Everyone claps except for Barry)
| |
| BARRY:
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| The same job the rest of your life?
| |
| I didn't know that.
| |
| ADAM:
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| | |
| What's the difference?
| |
| 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.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| (Upset)
| |
| So you'll just work us to death?
| |
| :
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| 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:
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| "What's the difference?"
| |
| How can you say that?
| |
| :
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| One job forever?
| |
| That's an insane choice to have to make.
| |
| ADAM:
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| I'm relieved. Now we only have
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| to make one decision in life.
| |
| BARRY:
| |
| But, Adam, how could they
| |
| never have told us that?
| |
| ADAM:
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| Why would you question anything?
| |
| We're bees.
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| :
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| We're the most perfectly
| |
| functioning society on Earth.
| |
| | |
| BARRY:
| |
| You ever think maybe things
| |
| work a little too well here?
| |
| ADAM:
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| 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)
| |
| :
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| - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
| |
| ADAM:
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| - Wow.
| |
| :
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| I've never seen them this close.
| |
| BARRY:
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| They know what it's like
| |
| outside the hive.
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| ADAM:
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| Yeah, but some don't come back.
| |
| GIRL BEES:
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| - Hey, Jocks!
| |
| - Hi, Jocks!
| |
| (The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar
| |
| to trucks, which drive away)
| |
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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!
| |
| (Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
| |
| I love it!
| |
| 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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| :
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| Their day's not planned.
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| :
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| Outside the hive, flying who knows
| |
| 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
| |
| than you and I will see in a lifetime.
| |
| ADAM:
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| It's just a status symbol.
| |
| Bees make too much of it.
| |
| BARRY:
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| Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
| |
| and the ladies see you wearing it.
| |
| (Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
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| | |
| ADAM==
| |
| Those ladies?
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| Aren't they our cousins too?
| |
| BARRY:
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| Distant. Distant.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| Look at these two.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - Couple of Hive Harrys.
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| - Let's have fun with them.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
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| It must be dangerous
| |
| being a Pollen Jock.
| |
| BARRY:
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| 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:
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| - I never thought I'd knock him out.
| |
| GIRL BEE #1:
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| (Looking at Adam)
| |
| What were you doing during this?
| |
| ADAM:
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| Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
| |
| BARRY:
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| 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:
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| - Six miles, huh?
| |
| ADAM:
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| - Barry!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| A puddle jump for us,
| |
| but maybe you're not up for it.
| |
| BARRY:
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| - Maybe I am.
| |
| ADAM:
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| - You are not!
| |
| POLLEN JOCK #1:
| |
| We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
| |
| :
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| 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:
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| | |
| 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:
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| 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?
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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. | |
| 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. | |
| LOU LO DUVA:
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| - OK. | |
| :
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| You got a rain advisory today,
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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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| 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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| 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. | |
| 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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| All right, launch positions!
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| POLLEN JOCKS:
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| (The Pollen Jocks run into formation)
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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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| 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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| - Antennae, check.
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| - Nectar pack, check.
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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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| Pound those petunias,
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| you striped stem-suckers!
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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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| I can't believe I'm out!
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| So blue.
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| I feel so fast and free!
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| Box kite!
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| (Barry flies through the kite)
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| Wow!
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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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| Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
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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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| 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==
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| - 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
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| a moving flower?
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| Affirmative.
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| (The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are
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| 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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| 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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| 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.
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| (Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
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| POLLEN JOCK #3==
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| 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.
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| (The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of
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| one of the tennis balls)
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| My sweet lord of bees!
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| POLLEN JOCK #3:
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| Candy-brain, get off there!
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| (Pointing upwards)
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| Problem!
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| (A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck
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| to)
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| BARRY:
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| - Guys!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| - This could be bad.
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| POLLEN JOCK #3:
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| Affirmative.
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| (Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick
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| to it)
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| BARRY==
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| Very close.
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| Gonna hurt.
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| Mama's little boy.
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| (Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is
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| still stuck to the ball)
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| You are way out of position, rookie!
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| KEN:
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| Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
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| (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
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| BARRY:
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| (In slow motion)
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| Help me!
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| POLLEN JOCK #2:
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| I don't think these are flowers.
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| POLLEN JOCK #3:
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| - Should we tell him?
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| POLLEN JOCK #1:
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| - I think he knows.
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| BARRY:
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| What is this?!
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| KEN:
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| Match point!
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| You can start packing up, honey,
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| because you're about to EAT IT!
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| (A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way
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| with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
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| BARRY:
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| Yowser!
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| (Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies
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| into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
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| BARRY:
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| Ew, gross.
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| (The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry
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| into the car)
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| GIRL IN CAR:
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| There's a bee in the car!
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| - Do something!
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| DAD DRIVING CAR:
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| - I'm driving!
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| BABY GIRL:
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| (Waving at Barry)
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| - Hi, bee.
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| (Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
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| GUY IN BACK OF CAR:
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| - He's back here!
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| He's going to sting me!
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| GIRL IN CAR:
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| Nobody move. If you don't move,
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| he won't sting you. Freeze!
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| (Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
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| GRANDMA IN CAR==
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| He blinked!
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| (The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car,
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| climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
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| GIRL IN CAR:
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| Spray him, Granny!
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| DAD DRIVING THE CAR:
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| What are you doing?!
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| (Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above
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| the ground, safe.)
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| BARRY:
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| Wow... the tension level
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| out here is unbelievable.
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| (Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds
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| moving into this direction)
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| :
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| I gotta get home.
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| Can't fly in rain.
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| Can't fly in rain.
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| (A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
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| Can't fly in rain.
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| (A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
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| Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
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| (WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a
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| plant inside an apartment near the window)
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| VANESSA BLOOME:
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| Ken, could you close
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| the window please?
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| KEN==
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| Hey, check out my new resume.
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| I made it into a fold-out brochure.
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| You see?
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| (Folds brochure resume out)
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| Folds out.
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| (Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
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| BARRY:
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| Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
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| (Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
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| :
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| What was that?
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| (Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back
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| because the window is closed)
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| Maybe this time. This time. This time.
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| This time! This time! This...
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| Drapes!
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| (Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
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| That is diabolical.
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| KEN:
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| It's fantastic. It's got all my special
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| skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
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| ANDY:
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| What's number one? Star Wars?
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| KEN:
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| Nah, I don't go for that...
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| (Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
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| :
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| ...kind of stuff.
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| BARRY:
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| No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
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| They're out of their minds.
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| KEN:
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| When I leave a job interview, they're
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| flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
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| BARRY:
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| (Looking at the light on the ceiling)
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| There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
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| (Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
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| :
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| I don't remember the sun
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| having a big 75 on it.
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| (Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the
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| humans are sitting at)
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| KEN:
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| I predicted global warming.
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| I could feel it getting hotter.
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| At first I thought it was just me.
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| (Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and
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| is about to put it in his mouth)
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| :
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| Wait! Stop! Bee!
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| (Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans
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| freak out)
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| :
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| Stand back. These are winter boots.
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| (Ken
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