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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. The bee, of course, flies anyway.
BARRY BENSON:
(Yellow, black. Yellow, black.) Ooh, black and yellow!
JANET BENSON:
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
BARRY:
Coming! (Uses antenna as phone) Hello?
ADAM FLAYMAN:
Barry? Can you believe this is happening?
BARRY:
I can't. I'll pick you up.
MARTIN BENSON:
Looking sharp.
JANET:
Use the stairs.
BARRY:
Sorry, I'm excited.
MARTIN:
Perfect report card, all B’s!
BARRY:
Three days grade school, three days high school...
ADAM:
Those were awkward.
BARRY:
Three days college. Glad I hitchhiked around the hive.
ADAM:
You came back different.
BARRY:
Well, Adam, today we are men.
ADAM:
Bee-men.
BARRY & ADAM:
Amen!