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According to all known laws
of aviation,
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there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
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Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
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The bee, of course, flies anyway
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because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
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Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
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Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
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Barry! Breakfast is ready!
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Ooming!
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Hang on a second.
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Hello?
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- Barry?
- Adam?
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- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
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Looking sharp.
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Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
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Sorry. I'm excited.
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Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
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A perfect report card, all B's.
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Very proud.
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Ma! I got a thing going here.
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- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
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- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
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Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
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- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.
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- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.
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Never thought I'd make it.
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Three days grade school,
three days high school.
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Those were awkward.
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Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
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You did come back different.
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- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
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- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.
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- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.
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Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
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Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
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I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
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I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
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That's why we don't need vacations.
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Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.
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- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!
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- Bee-men.
- Amen!
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Hallelujah!
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Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
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please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
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Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...
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...9:15.
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That concludes our ceremonies.
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And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
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Will we pick ourjob today?
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I heard it's just orientation.
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Heads up! Here we go.
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Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
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- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.
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Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
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and a part of the Hexagon Group.
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This is it!
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Wow.
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Wow.
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We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
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to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
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Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
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Our top-secret formula
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is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
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into this soothing sweet syrup
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with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...
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Honey!
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- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!
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- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.
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- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive
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to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
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These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
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- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.