Bee Movie Script

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings
are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees
don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow,
black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming!
Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll
pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm
excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very
proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us!
We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey,
Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three
days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I
took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie,
growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No,
I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a
hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement
park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the
circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex
Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go.
Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little
scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it!
Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where
you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the
hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-
contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey!
- That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At
Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-
testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our
latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that
hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee
jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose
carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of
your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a
species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure
try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job
forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one
decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question
anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think
maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you
know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a
second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close.
They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi,
Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder
where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for
that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status
symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing
it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of
Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a
bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping
me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to
alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?
Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? -
Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're
going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all
depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're
interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing
the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move
it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know,
Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of
what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny.
You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No
one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna
get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my
antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud.
- We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah,
right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? -
Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? -
Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom
attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're
on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up
again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!
Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?
Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where
are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work
for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If
anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. -
Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK,
Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that.
- Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.
So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I
got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling
like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no
talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah,
bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger,
check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out!
So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have
roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up
close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch
on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen
power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of
bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these
flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative.
That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It
smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little
grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be
bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position,
rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we
tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm
driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow...
the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain.
Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please?
Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out
brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that?
Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical.
It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star
Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're
out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted
global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee!
Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This
thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less
value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's
capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic
thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your
special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. -
Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips
on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I
gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in
trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've
got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You
like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're
talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming.
But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise
to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying
to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a
little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I
just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The
talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very
funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know.
Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I
hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? -
I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. -
Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about
fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison.
He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says,
"Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee
joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I
know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I
wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with
that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in
Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring
there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee.
- Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee!
Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it.
If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here,
have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not.
OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not
nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK,
Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of
my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they
like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they
try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? -
Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your
"experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met
someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a
wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and
all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You
wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist!
Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to
humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was
that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what
falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and
frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! -
Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he
is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How
much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big
life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee!
Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin,
would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set!
Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you
not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't
listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a
friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge
parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's
dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's
exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn.
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a
disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those
jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very
carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like
any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong
with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A
Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is
pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. -
I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden
Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this
here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you
get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling,
stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry.
Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our
homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this.
I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I
sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around.
You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll
start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I
thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now!
You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is
the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy
person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And
now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead?
They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something
huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to
Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A
wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything
have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your
head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more
bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming.
Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye
could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that
honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We
on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in
trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in
the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly.
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the
building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you
bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.
What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. -
Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker?
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey,
and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too
long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no
choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this?
Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive
scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop.
Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a
conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's
been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make
out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees!
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you
want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I
remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I
remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in
lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it
really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer.
There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's
only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm
Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human
race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee
Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy
Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think,
"I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What
about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were
thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in
this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the
human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and
suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even
though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans
forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness!
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage
of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm
helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you.
Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better
go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so
difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a
huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why
are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of
flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial
flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this
could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to
go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say,
"Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan,
where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a
honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I
can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the
matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this?
All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt
of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery,
you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're
representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr.
Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother
was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the
bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines,
just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my
britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-
capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's
no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all
bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some
people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that,
after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have
but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you
also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find
that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I
couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it
seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable
creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd
you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your
throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your
name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But
you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have
yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-
about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little
stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots!
Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank
you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner
turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's
come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn
your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella!
Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're
all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully
nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right,
legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. -
Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery.
I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky.
There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a
tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually
sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it
is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but
we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry
borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah,
you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. -
What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what
Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think
something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not
as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've
got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo
water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?!
You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he
happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are
there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of
them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional
roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always
felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you
OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry
Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best
lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over.
Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't
like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship
to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait
a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I
understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't
your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't
you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to
pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit!
Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a
winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages!
Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs.
What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have
order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took
a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
- Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It
doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it.
What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and
then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this.
What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans
do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so
bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that
window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't
smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed.
I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming
you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly
haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about...
Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How
much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a
complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr.
Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the
evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is
your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption?
This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been
asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke
machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the
white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen,
please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees!
The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five!
Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now
we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature,
Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time.
Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if
Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million
years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll
demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to
begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more
than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods.
Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And
we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage
name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time
snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr.
Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut
down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey!
Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production!
Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't
believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are
they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard
your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back.
Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the
world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted
to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I
thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes
people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? -
This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting.
Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm
gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would
affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole
SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of
course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here,
couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? -
I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I
gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to
this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa,
I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament
of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?!
Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the
last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry!
OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the
planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely
closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than
my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have
the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've
got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across
the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats
and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral
business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just
pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could
be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The
pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal.
You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you
doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the
airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has
it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to
do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain
Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours
delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and
talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? -
Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm
an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is
your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please
hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald,
one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the
plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a
florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good.
Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry
Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee.
It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes.
How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We
have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry
Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with
people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and
two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on
that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done
enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all.
Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The
way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs.
But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we
realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the
bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left,
right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry,
what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping
me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this
fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the
wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to
concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this!
Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it.
- You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out
of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I
don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks!
They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the
blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got
to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like
a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
- What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power.
Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready?
Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm
aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made
of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-
like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part
of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we
did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the
giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank
you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen
from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the
only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History
keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here.
You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's
the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon!
Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat!
I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito
associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking
parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip
order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver,
Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That
bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. -
Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have
got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second.
Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no
rehearsal for that.
Special thanks to SergeiK.