Answer:

bee movie script

Explanation:

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!





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.



Come on! All the good jobs

will be gone.

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!