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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.
 
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UrbanMysticDee
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Bae > Bay
There’s something I’ve noticed about a lot of these tests. They ask questions in the form of “You’ve made fun of X group of people on the basis of X,” and for me I don’t no how to answer that because 1. I’ve been writing comedy since I was 6 years old and I’ve made fun of every group of people on the planet at least once, and 2. when an individual pisses me off for other reasons than belonging to X group I see no reason why I can’t use stereotypes associated with X group to make fun of the individual who pisses me off. I can dislike individuals and mock individuals using stereotypes without disliking the group that they belong to. I don’t see those as being equivalent.
 
If Al Gore pisses me off for being a hypocrite who produces 24 times as much carbon as a normal family of five I can mock his being overweight and I don’t see that as being equivalent to hating all overweight people. If I want to show Al Gore fly to Africa on a coal burning jet and he’s giving a talk surrounded by starving Africans where he’s eating a whole feast and telling them they can’t have electricity or modern agriculture because that will cause pollution I don’t see the problem in that (I really used that joke once).
 
If Nancy Pelosi pisses me off for being a rude asshole during the State of the Union I can mock the way she plays with her dentures the whole time and I don’t see that as being equivalent to hating all people with false teeth (I used that one too).
 
If I want to make jokes about Tom Cruise being ambiguously gay because Top Gun was the most unintentionally homoerotic movie of all time I don’t see that as being equivalent to hating all gay people (I used that one too).
 
These tests can’t tell the difference between comedy and reality and they can’t tell the difference between making fun of one person and making fun of an entire group of people.

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Fleur de Lis
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I’m not taking a fucking racism test, because the test doesn’t distinguish between comedy and reality. At least by my reading it’s assuming that telling racial jokes is identical with racism.
The way I read it, if you aren’t offended by SOMEONE ELSE telling racist jokes, you’re literally a “racist”.

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UrbanMysticDee
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Bae > Bay
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Only if the test accuses you of having tiny hands and yeti pubes
 
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I’m not taking a fucking racism test, because the test doesn’t distinguish between comedy and reality. At least by my reading it’s assuming that telling racial jokes is identical with racism.
 
And I’m putting this here because this is my thread and I can do whatever the fuck I want.
 
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Dex Stewart
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Ecto-Phase,Activate!
I took some more tests in that one site. I’m highly autistic:full  
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UrbanMysticDee
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Liberty Belle - Sings the song of the unchained

Bae > Bay
While we’re at it, I took several other tests on that site and here are some of my results:
 
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If you’re like me and use the extension imagus to view images without needing to open them, you probably noticed it doesn’t work on ponybooru the same way it works on derpi. That’s simply because the extension doesn’t know how to handle the website, and needs a user-defined rule. Well, I spent a grand total of 8 minutes figuring out how to do it, and here’s the result. From my testing, it works, but it might have some flaws idk.
 
{"ponybooru":{"link":"^(?:ponybooru\\.org)\\/(?:images\\/)?(\\d__)(?:\\?)?.*","url":"https://ponybooru.org/api/v1/json/images/$1","res":":\n$ = JSON.parse($._).image\nvar r = $.representations\nreturn [[\n $.format=='gif'||$.width<1200 && $.height<1200 ? r.full : ['#' __ r.full, r.large],\n ['['__$.created_at__']', $.name, $.description, $.tags, $.source_url].filter(Boolean).join(' | ')\n]]","img":"^cdn\\.ponybooru\\.org\\/img\\/(?:view\\/)?20\\d\\d\\/1?\\d\\/[123]?\\d\\/(\\d+)\\..*"}}
 
(copy-paste that into the “from text” field in imagus sieve import)
 
PS: In case you’re wondering “wtf is an imagus”—it’s a browser extension that lets you zoom onto images you see on the internet without much effort. It usually saves you a few clicks.

General Discussion » Video sharing thread » Post 112

General Discussion » Vent Thread » Post 759

Acres
Rampant Alicorn - The majestic steed of a blessed crusade
A toast - Incredibly based (but on what?)
U Lil Shid - Hi, Im a lil shid.
Donor | Applejack - Wait, this isn't Lyra's...
Book Horse - A user who has contributed to 5k+ metadata changes.
Liberty Belle - Sings the song of the unchained (Renowned Sound)

I don’t know how they expect students to take long quizzes on google when halfway through the internet eats shit and dies during it. It doesn’t save any responses, so take the test again sucks to be you.

General Discussion » Random Nonsense Thread » Post 264

General Discussion » Derpibooru Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Relief Thread » Post 1469

Dex Stewart
Chatty Kirin - A user who has reached a combined 1000 forum posts or comments.
Boot badge - It's Bootiful
Fried Chicken - Attended an april fools event
Artist -
Liberty Belle - Sings the song of the unchained

Ecto-Phase,Activate!
All the German I know is,  
Du wirst noch viel ehrlieben  
Du musst diesen test bestehehen  
Es komt der tag,an Dem du dein ziel errichst…  
The digimon theme.

General Discussion » Favorite Movie Quotes » Post 32

Havoc
Fried Chicken - Attended an april fools event
Artist - shidtist
U Lil Shid - Hi, Im a lil shid.
Chatty Kirin - A shidder who has reached 1000 combined forum shids or comments.
Liberty Belle - Shids the song of the unshidded

Half Dragon, Half Meme
||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.
     
     
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    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.||

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I’m a fan of watching shitty disaster movies because they’re always the cheesiest balls of ass, so have a bad review.
 
 
Did any of you ever hear of San Andreas? No? That really wouldn’t surprise me. If you’re wondering it came out in 2015, and the most notable actor in it was The Rock. Literally everyone else might as well have a question mark for a face because I couldn’t point them out in a crowd if I tried. They are just that forgettable.
 
We start out with our protagonist (played by our one notable actor) having to save a woman from a car improbably stuck on the side of an almost-sheer cliff face. He flies in with his helicopter, lowers a dude to help her, everyone almost dies but then they don’t because he’s just that good at being a pilot, and then they all fly home and live happily ever after.
 
I should also note that during that scene he flies his helicopter under a rock ledge which should be entirely impossible to fly back out from under, but this narrative isn’t big on paying attention to details like that. Don’t worry about it.
 
Through a few establishing scenes we learn that he has become distant from his family and pines for the days in which they still used to be a loving unit, but his wife’s new husband is a rich businessman and The Rock is far too busy being a handsome muscular superhero who saves people on the daily to ever be capable of loving her properly, and it’s obvious that his daughter needs a better father figure in her life than him. Obviously.
 
There are also some seismologists involved in this plot, and they’ve discovered a magical new way to detect earthquakes before they happen. Unfortunately for them, a test of their new method goes horribly wrong when the dam they’re setting up shop in collapses during one of said earthquakes, tragically killing one of their colleagues by somehow impaling him through the foot with a piece of rebar when all he did was awkwardly trip over. But he saved a kid, so we can’t really feel sad about it.
 
The seismologists get back to their university and begin poring over their data. One of them notices a terrible pattern that implies the entirety of Los Angeles and possibly California itself could soon be destroyed, but before they can let everyone know it all happens anyway. Perfect dramatic timing!
 
A few montages of destruction happen, with The Rock’s wife ending up on top of a collapsing building whilst everyone else dies around her. Through a dramatic and ridiculously miraculous series of action scenes The Rock arrives with his helicopter and rescues her off the roof, right before the building finally gives way and collapses/explodes.
 
As an aside, the funniest thing about the flying sequences (of which there are a couple) is looking at the background air shots of LA while they’re up there and seeing everything be completely fine, then cutting to the ground shots where all the buildings are swaying like palm trees in the wind and everything is on fire. It’s a small but crucial detail they apparently decided no one would notice.
 
His daughter meanwhile is with her new father-in-law, in a parking garage. Their car is disabled and she ends up trapped, and the businessfather quickly panics and abandons his new teenage daughter-in-law, leaving her for dead. Fortunately there’s two brothers she met earlier nearby, both with horribly fake british accents, and they somehow manage to pry her out. This will definitely further their romantic chemistry, pre-established by a small scene where was applying for a job and they have a very awkward scene showing off their total lack of chemistry.
 
A variety of cheap action scenes follow as the two groups attempt to reunite, including but not limited to:  
-a helicopter crash in a parking lot  
-a wannabe smooth getaway scene in a car advertisement  
-almost crashing said car in a ditch  
-flying in a small plane and again crash landing in a field somewhere  
-listening to dramatic announcements on the radio  
-walking
 
Speaking of listening to dramatic announcements, soon our protagonists hear the lovely news that there’s going to be a pool party, and the whole city is invited! So they all run to high ground - or, in the case of the parents to a boat, which they then drive out into the harbour along with half of the city. Here we get a very fun scene of them attempting to climb an almost 90-degree water surface (aka a tsunami) in a small fishing trawler. By some blasphemy of Hollywood physics, they make it.
 
Oh hey, remember the business stepfather dude from earlier? Well, he’s on the golden gate bridge, and you know what happens to recognizable landmarks in disaster films! So he got his comeuppance, and I’m sure it made everyone clap in some obscure movie theatre somewhere. One I will never visit, if there is any hope left in the world.
 
The tsunami continues doing its thing and wrecks what’s left of the city, trapping the daughter and her new friends in some collapsing skyscraper. The rest of the movie is exactly what you’d expect: Dad and mom try to rescue kid, kid almost dies but doesn’t because that would be too sad and you already know that as an audience member so there’s literally no dramatic tension whatsoever, everyone grows closer as people and as a family because that’s what surviving through adversity does to people.
 
Of course there’s also an end for the seismologists as well, because their work is important. So they have an interview with a reporter, explain to everyone what has happened and what it means, and then what I assume is an editing fuckup occurs as the reporter lady just decides to claim that the government ignored the seismologists warnings despite them never being able to send them in the first place. Just… no fucks given, here.
 
In conclusion, this is a movie you should probably watch only to play a disaster movie drinking game during. Otherwise, spend your time elsewhere.

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Well, fuck. This morning I woke up with some COVID-like symptoms (hard coughing, shortness of breath) and called out sick to work, and taking precautions I went to get tested. Haven’t gotten the results back yet, but I called HR to let them know. Unfortunately, even if they do come back negative, I still have to stay home and not come into work for 14 days. Goddammit.

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I’ll do this, why not.
 
Since 2002 or 2003 I’ve been first Senor Dee and since 2006 Urban Mystic Dee. Perhaps you’ve heard of me. Funny story, I think it was AOL or whatnot, I tried to get “SenorDiablo” but that was taken, so I settled for “SenorDee” and everyone started calling me Dee and it just stuck.
 
I’ve been a troll/shitposter online since 1999, because until right now I’ve always been out of the loop and couldn’t stand the smug people I met online. Y’all are pretty cool.
 
I single-handedly revived a dying message board called “The Foamy Fanclub” twice and got no recognition for it, while boot-licking toadies were promoted to mods.
 
I became a hermit in December 2005 and in two years maybe saw five people. I tested the world’s religions scientifically and became a Christian in 2008 after living most of my life as an angry, bitter atheist anarchist.
 
From 2006 to 2012 I did youtube videos about history and philosophy. I stopped getting new subs and views so I stopped making content. Last year I got a bitchute channel and have begun migrating a few good videos over there. I hope to make new content eventually.
 
From 2010(?) to a few years ago I was on another message board that I will not name. It was full of extreme-far left cultural marxist art school students and was run by bitter, man-hating lesbians. The one good thing to come out of that experience was that I was introduced to FiM, which I watched and became hooked on immediately. The first three seasons and the first two Equestria Girls movies were truly magical, as was my time spent at Bronycon in 2013 and 2014. Those events will live in me forever.
 
I’m a veteran of the 2015-2016 Great Meme War, which culminated in staying up 60 hours straight (toward the end of which I started hallucinating), writing a 20 page treatise on why Trump should be president, and fulfilled one of my life’s goals of voting for the person I’ve wanted to be president since 1999 and simultaneously defeating the Clintons who made my family poor by sending all the good middle class factory jobs to China and Mexico. It was the happiest day of my life. I’m currently expanding that 20 page treatise into what I hope will be a roughly 150 page book that I want to self-publish before the end of September.
 
I’ve written two books, I’m writing three more right now, and there’s another I’d like to get back to sometime in the future. I hope to start self-publishing soon. I may be crazy, I may be an alien, who knows, not me. I do know I have never met anyone remotely like me before, and am very lonely as a result.

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