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I don't understand.
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I thought we were friends.
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The last thing we want to do is upset bees!
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You're too late! It's ours now!
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You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword!
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You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!
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Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where!
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Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
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Crazy person!
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What horrible thing has happened here?
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These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now
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they're on the road to nowhere!
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Just keep still.
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What? You're not dead?
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Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?
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To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here.
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I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
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I'm going to Tacoma.
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And you?
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He really is dead.
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All right.
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Uh-oh!
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What is that?!
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Oh, no!
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A wiper! Triple blade!
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Triple blade?
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Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
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Why does everything have
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to be so doggone clean?!
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How much do you people need to see?!
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Open your eyes!
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Stick your head out the window!
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From NPR News in Washington,
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I'm Carl Kasell.
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But don't kill no more bugs!
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Bee!
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Moose blood guy!!
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You hear something?
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Like what?
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Like tiny screaming.
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Turn off the radio.
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Whassup, bee boy?
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Hey, Blood.
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Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.
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Wow!
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I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours.
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Bees hang tight. We're all jammed in.
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It's a close community.
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Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.
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What if you get in trouble?
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You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!
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At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.
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Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
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You got to be kidding me!
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Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee!
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Hey, guys!
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Mooseblood!
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I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
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Did you bring your crazy straw?
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We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.
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What is this place?
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A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.
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They are pinheads!
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Pinhead.
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Check out the new smoker.
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Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000!
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Smoker?
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Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out.
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They make the honey, and we make the money.
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"They make the honey, and we make the money"?
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Oh, my!
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What's going on? Are you OK?
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Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
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Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls?
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Our queen was moved here. We had no choice.
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This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen!
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What is this?
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Oh, no!
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There's hundreds of them!
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Bee honey.
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Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale!
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This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something.
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Oh, Barry, stop.
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Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor.
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Do these look like rumors?
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That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this?
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He's been talking to humans.
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What? Talking to humans?!
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He has a human girlfriend. And they make out!
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Make out? Barry!
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We do not.
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You wish you could.
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Whose side are you on?
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The bees!
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I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
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Barry, this is what you want to do with your life?
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I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees!
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Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked
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your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop.
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I remember that.
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