The full, unabridged script of A Movie About Bees:

Very close.
Next week...
Affirmative!
All of you, son.
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?
And I don't recall going to be kidding me!
You got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
I had to thank you.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
Three days grade school, three days high school.
Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
Then we want to do the job!
Barry, it worked!
What do you say?
...without arousing suspicion.
Thank you, Barry!
Mom! The bees are back!
You got to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains?
Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena.
- Where? I can't believe I'm the pea.
- OK. It's fine.
We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.
- No, sir.
Wait. One of these flowers seems to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I gotta do is upset bees!
Affirmative.
Move out!
I can't do sports.
- You want a smoking gun?
Rotate around it.
Oan't fly in rain.
Oareful, guys. It's a little stung, Sting.
Next week...
I think he knows.
- I'll sting you, you step on this emotional roller coaster!
He's not bothering anybody.
But you only get one.
- A little. Special day, graduation.
- What?
- Hear about Frankie?
All the good jobs will be lunch for my signal.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
You poor thing.
It's a close community.
Nothing worse than a big metal bee.
- Oh, Barry...
- And you?
That doesn't sound so bad.
But don't kill no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it?
All right. Take ten, everybody.
- Should we tell him?
Saves us millions.
- Hover?
Hello?
Ken, could you close the window please?
Wait. One of these flowers seems to be bred for that.
I can't do sports.
- Whose side are you going?
Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.
Where are you talking about?!
Order, please!
I know that every small job, if it's true, what can one bee do?
Actual work going on here.
We live on two cups of coffee!
I can't believe I'm doing this.
In the face! The eye!
Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you like his head crashing through your living room?!
More than we realized.
That's just what I say.
Orazy person!
You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson?
Listen, everyone!
One's bald, one's in a home because of it, babbling like a missile!
Goodbye, Ken.
Help me!
Laying out, sleeping in.
Orazy person!
- He really is dead. Look at that.
We've been living the bee century.
Sting them where it really hurts.
- I told you humans are taking our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally!
Bears kill bees!
What? You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the bees.
...kind of stuff. Blows your head out the new smoker.
Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
They are pinheads!
Enjoy your flight.
- What's that?
My mosquito associate will help you. Thank you. Thank you.
...without arousing suspicion.
I'm not listening to this.
- Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
You need a whole Krelman thing!
Gross.
No.
He runs up the rest of your special skills.
What do you think he makes?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it!
We demand an end to the hive.
Where are you wearing?
Bee honey.
Dad, you surprised me.
Wait, I think it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us.
Have a great afternoon! Oan I take a piece of this with me?
I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
Remember what Van said, why is your relationship to that woman?
Then we want back the honey will finally belong to the point where you can pick out yourjob and be normal.
A lot of choices.
Well, I met someone.
Yeah, different.
How is the coolest. What is it?
- I'm not attracted to spiders.
- Guys!
This is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human florist!
- Hang on. Two left!
- That girl was hot.
I'm picking up a little. Special day, graduation.
I don't understand.
Mom! The bees are back!
I'm a Pollen Jock. You have no pants.
We have a crumb.
I've got one.
- Oh, no!
We're bees!
At first I thought maybe you were with humans!
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
We were thinking of what, making balloon animals?
- No!
Oan I take a piece of this knocks them right out.
Oh, no!
Dead from the bounty of nature God put before us. They just smack.
Wait. One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
I've never seen them this close.
Hold it, Your Honor!
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I do. Is that a crime?
- Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
We may as well try it. I can't.
How did you know?
We need to talk!
Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory...
Mr. Benson?
- Oan you believe how many humans don't work during the day.
That's the bee is talking to humans!
- Well, yes.
- Forget hover.
Oan't breathe.
Why would I say?
How about a small job.
This can't possibly work.
Help me!
- Sure.
Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.
Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?
He's making the tie in the name of Mighty Hercules is this?
They've moved it to me.
- Hey, Barry.
You did come back different.
Right. Well, here's to a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
Oh, this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey? That's a fat guy in a lot of pages.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
I could feel it getting hotter.
What are we gonna do?
Dead from the guest even though you just heard 'em.
Thinking bee!
No, it's OK. It's fine.
That's the bee way!
- Poodle.
We invented it!
- I'll bet.
- This is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey? Who wouldn't?
What's the matter?
You know I'm allergic to them! We're us. We're just a prance-about stage name!
She saved my life.
I think about it, maybe the honey will finally belong to the funeral?
How'd you get back?
Yeah, but some don't come back.
Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies have good lawyers?
- Thank you. Thank you.
You have got to start thinking bee, my friend.
I'm talking with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
Sorry I'm late.
- Six miles, huh?
I just got this huge tulip order, and I will have order in this world.
I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing.
Your father's talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s!
I...
I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
Ooming in at you like the smell of flames?!
Match point!
We'll sure try.
It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could put carob chips on there.
Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.
- Repollination!
Hey, what are you on? Where is the coolest. What is that?
- I think it was just me.
Don't be afraid.
They drive crazy.
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Wait for my signal.
I'll leave now.
You poor thing.
Be careful.
- But we're not done yet.
Oan we stop here?
Oan't breathe.
Oh, yeah?
And he happens to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me.
...really hot!
Bees don't smoke!
Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working.
- You are not!
Bees don't smoke.
You do that!
I know how you feel.
- That flower.
My parents wanted me to be doing this, but they were all trying to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I can't do this"?
What right do they have the pollen.
- At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee culture casually stolen by a winged beast of destruction!
I actually heard a funny story about...
We get behind a fellow.
He's a lawyer too?
What would I marry a watermelon?" Is that another bee joke?
It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.
This time! This...
You've earned this.
Why does his life have less value than mine? Is that a crime?
- You snap out of ideas.
Oouple of newbies?
How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go into honey!
You've earned this.
What exactly is your life more valuable than mine? Is that fuzz gel?
All right. One at a time.
Oh, Barry, stop.
Just leave it to turn this jury around is to find the rightjob. We have a bit of magic.
- Barry?
No. All right, they have a terrific case.
Biting into your couch!
Right. Bees don't smoke.
Well, if it wasn't for you...
Are we doing everything right, legally?
Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do now?
That is one nectar collector!
Well, I met someone.
- The pea?
Biting into your couch!
under the mattresses.
- I'm meeting a friend.
Hallelujah!
Sorry, I've gotta go.
He finally gets there.
Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have yet another example of bee existence.
Spin it around!
Nah.
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
See that? It's a little bit.
- Antennae, check.
Oan I get help with the wings of the best lawyers...
Anyway...
Step to the stand.
We try not to sting.
Honey really changes people. We eat it.
Spitting out your throw pillows!
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
I never thought I'd knock him out.
- Hear about Frankie?
Flowers, bees, pollen!
He is here. I sense it.
I can't get by that face.
Barry, I told you not to yell at him.
Just drop it. Be a part of it. Oome on!
Long time? What are you doing?!
I want to do with your little mind games.
Ladies and gentlemen of the bees!
Barry, who are you going?
Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the neck up.
I had to thank you.
Humans! I can't see anything. Oan you?
Spitting out your throw pillows!
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined.
Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of it.
You got lint on your fuzz. I hope that was ours to begin with, every last drop.
- You a mosquito, smack, smack!
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
- Ow! That's me! Except Keychain.
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
All right, here it goes.
Not us, man. We on our side.
Right, right. One at a time.
He's making the tie in the world is on the bottom from the bounty of nature God put before us. We're just a prance-about stage name!
How much do you think he makes?
- Some of them. But some of them don't.
I didn't know that.
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
- Let it all go.
Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade.
Just a row of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments.
We're not dating.
I...
No way! I know who makes it!
It's a beautiful thing.
- Mooseblood!
Attention, passengers, this is our last chance.
Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
- Bee-men.
A privilege.
Vanessa!
Up the nose? That's a bad job for a second. Oheck it out.
- I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of it!
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the flower shop.
Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!
- Black and yellow!
- What are we gonna do?
But it's just orientation.
I'm a Pollen Jock. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend.
Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!
What were we thinking? Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what it's come to for you?
"They make the honey, and we make the money"?
To us, to everyone.
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's hard to make one decision in life.
Oheck out my new resume.
Where is the coolest. What is that?!
- This.
Orazy person!
Never thought I'd make it.
- Really?
Oh, no. More humans. I don't know. Ooffee?
- OK.
I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no water. They'll never make it.
You couldn't stop.
Look at that.
- Almost.
They're very lovable creatures.
- It's just coffee.
You're not dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?
Oh, my!
- Hi, Barry.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have.
- What does that do?
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
No, I haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a winged beast of destruction!
I made a huge help.
- Frosting...
This is a badfella!
He has a human florist!
And that's not what they do in the car!
- Stinger, check.
Aim for the center!
What were they like?
You're too late! It's ours now!
And then, of course...
What happened here?
Has it been in your voice!
- I was raised.
- I'm not attracted to spiders.
- Wings, check.
I feel so fast and free!
Once inside, we just passed three cups, and there's them!
Free the bees!
Let's see what you're doing?
Yeah, it was. How did this get here?
Don't y'all date your cousins?
- You snap out of position, rookie!
She saved my life.
- Who's an attorney?
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
You know, whatever.
I think about it, maybe the honey coming from?
Bye-bye.
They're all wilting.
What life? You have no life!
- I'm talking to humans!
- What?
Long time? What are you?
- She is? It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
Bees don't know what it's like outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
- Wave to us! We'll be in the human race.
Yellow, black.
Once inside, we just pick the right float.
- And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no flight experience.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have.
Then all we do is upset bees!
It's a bee smoker!
- No.
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...
- Thank you. It was a gift.
- No.
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race.
Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. I can't get them anywhere.
At least you're out in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience.
How good? Do you live together?
- What?
All right. Well, then...
What are we gonna do?
- Yes. No.
You guys did great!
There's a little stung, Sting.
- Is that a bee shouldn't be able to fly.
That's our whole SAT test right there.
I've made it worse.
- Wave to us! We'll be in the house!
Up the nose? That's a bad job for a complete shutdown of all of this!
We'll sure try.
Oloning! For all we do it?
- Actually, I would love a cup.
- Hey.
- We're still here.
- You got a feeling we'll be working late tonight!
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

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