Cow: He is a lawyer, too?
Mooseblood: Ma'am, I was already a bloodsucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase!
Barry B. Benson: How about a suicide pact?
Vanessa: How do we do it?
Barry B. Benson: I'll sting you, you step on me.
Vanessa: That just kills you twice.
Title Narrator: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. It's 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.
Vanessa: Why don't you just fly everywhere? Isn't it faster?
Barry B. Benson: Flying is exhausting. Why don't you humans just run everywhere, isn't that faster?
Vanessa: I see your point.
Adam Flayman: Wow! She looked hot!
Barry B. Benson: She's my cousin!
Adam Flayman: She is?
Barry B. Benson: Yes, we're *all* cousins.
Barry B. Benson: Tivo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane.
Vanessa: What, you don't have anything like that?
Barry B. Benson: We have "Hivo", But it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.
Barry B. Benson: You know, there is a Larry King in the real world.
Bee Larry King: It's a common name.
Barry B. Benson: He has suspenders, a desk, a TV show, different color lights behind him, and a marquee at the bottom of the screen saying what was just said even though you just heard him.
Ken: [sees a sign that says "Vanessa and Barry: Flowers, Honey, Legal Advice" and becomes disgusted] UGH! THAT BEE IS LIVING MY LIFE!
Andy: [guiding Ken protectively] Let it go, Kenny.
Ken: WHEN WILL THIS NIGHTMARE END?
Andy: Let it all go.
Trudy: And you'll be happy to know that bees as a species haven't had a day off in 27 billion years. Whew!
Barry B. Benson: So you'll just work us to death?
Trudy: We'll sure try.
Adam Flayman: Did you hear about Frankie?
Barry B. Benson: Yeah.
Adam Flayman: Are you going to his funeral?
Barry B. Benson: No, I'm not going to his funeral. Everyone knows you sting someone, you die. You don't waste it on a squirrel. He was such a hothead.
Adam Flayman: I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
Martin Benson: We're very proud of you son and a perfect report card; all B's!
Barry B. Benson: Larry, bees have never afraid to change the world. I mean, what about Bee Columbus, Bee Ghandi, Bee-Jesus?
Barry B. Benson: Three days of grade school, three days of high school...
Adam Flayman: Those were tough days.
Barry B. Benson: ...three days of college, I'm glad I took a day off in the middle to hitchhike around the hive.
Adam Flayman: You did come back different.
Barry B. Benson: This is your queen? That's a guy in women's clothes! That's a *drag* queen!
Barry B. Benson: I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.
Layton T. Montgomery: Will some angel of mercy come crawl to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks?
Ken: Well, well, well, a royal flush!
Barry B. Benson: You're bluffing.
Ken: Am I?
[flushes toilet. Barry grabs the Emory board and uses it to surf]
Barry B. Benson: Surf's up, dude!
[splashes water on Ken]
Ken: Ew. Poo water.
Mooseblood: Stand perfectly still!
Barry B. Benson: You're not dead?
Mooseblood: Do I look like I'm dead! Hey, man! They will wipe anything that moves. Where are you headed?
Barry B. Benson: To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here.
Mooseblood: I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood. Crazy stuff! Blows your head off.
Ladybug: I'm going to Tacoma.
Barry B. Benson: [to a grasshopper] What about you?
Mooseblood: He really is dead.
Barry B. Benson: All right.