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Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
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Wow.
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I've never seen them this close.
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They know what it's like outside The Hive.
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Yeah, but some don't come back.
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Hey, Jocks!
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Hi, Jocks!
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You guys did great!
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You're monsters!
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You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
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I wonder where they were.
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I don't know.
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Their day's not planned.
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Outside The Hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.
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You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.
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Right.
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Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.
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It's just a status symbol.
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Bees make too much of it.
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Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
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Those ladies?
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Aren't they our cousins too?
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Distant. Distant.
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Look at these two.
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Couple of Hive Harrys.
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Let's have fun with them.
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It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.
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Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom!
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He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!
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Oh, my!
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I never thought I'd knock him out.
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What were you doing during this?
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Trying to alert the authorities.
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I can autograph that.
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A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?
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Yeah. Gusty.
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We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.
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Six miles, huh?
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Barry!
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A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.
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Maybe I am.
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You are not!
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We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
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What do you think, buzzy-boy?
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Are you bee enough?
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I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.
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Hey, Honex!
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Dad, you surprised me.
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You decide what you're interested in?
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Well, there's a lot of choices.
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But you only get one.
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Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?
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Son, let me tell you about stirring.
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You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.
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You get yourself into a rhythm.
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It's a beautiful thing.
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You know, Dad, the more I think about it,
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maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.
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You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?
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That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.
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Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!
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Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
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I'm not trying to be funny.
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You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
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You're gonna be a stirrer?
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No one's listening to me!
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Wait till you see the sticks I have.
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I could say anything right now.
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I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
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Let's open some honey and celebrate!
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Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
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I'm so proud.
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We're starting work today!
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Today's the day.
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Come on! All the good jobs will be gone.
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Yeah, right.
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Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
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Is it still available?
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Hang on. Two left!
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One of them's yours! Congratulations!
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Step to the side.
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What'd you get?
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Picking crud out. Stellar!
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Wow!
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Couple of newbies?
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Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
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Make your choice.
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You want to go first?
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No, you go.
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Oh, my. What's available?
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Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.
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Any chance of getting the Krelman?
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Sure, you're on.
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I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
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Wax monkey's always open.
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The Krelman opened up again.
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What happened?
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A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.
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Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
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Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!
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