who think they can take it from us : 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, : you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have : but everything we are! JANET== (To Martin) I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Call your first witness. BARRY: So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. KLAUSS VANDERHAYDEN: I suppose so. BARRY: I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! KLAUSS: Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. BARRY: Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. : I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? KLAUSS: (Quietly) - No. BARRY: - I couldn't hear you. KLAUSS: - No. BARRY: - No. : Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, : it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. KLAUSS: They're very lovable creatures. : Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. BARRY: You mean like this? (The bear from Over The Hedge barges in through the back door and it is roaring and standing on its hind legs. It is thrashing its claws and people are screaming. It is being held back by a guard who has the bear on a chain) : (Pointing to the roaring bear) Bears kill bees! : How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! : Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! JUDGE BUMBLETON: OK, that's enough. Take him away. (The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks out) BARRY: So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. : - Where have I heard it before? MR. STING: - I was with a band called The Police. BARRY: But you've never been a police officer, have you? STING: No, I haven't. BARRY: No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example : of bee culture casually stolen by a human : for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. STING: Oh, please. BARRY: Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? : Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. : Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! MONTGOMERY: That's not his real name?! You idiots! BARRY: Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on : your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. RAY LIOTTA: Thank you. Thank you. BARRY: I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome : with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. RAY LIOTTA: I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? BARRY: Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? : Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't : have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? RAY LIOTTA: Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! BARRY: This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! (Ray Liotta looses it and tries to grab Barry) RAY LIOTTA: Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! JUDGE BUMBLETON: - Order in this court! RAY LIOTTA: - You're all thinking it! (Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel) JUDGE BUMBLETON: Order! Order, I say! RAY LIOTTA: - Say it! MAN: - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! (We see a montage of magazines which feature the court case) (Flash forward in time and Barry is back home with Vanessa) BARRY: I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. VANESSA: I think the jury's on our side. BARRY: Are we doing everything right,you know, legally? VANESSA: I'm a florist. BARRY: Right. Well, here's to a great team. VANESSA: To a great team! (Ken walks in from work. He sees Barry and he looks upset when he sees Barry clinking his glass with Vanessa) KEN: Well, hello. VANESSA: - Oh, Ken! BARRY: - Hello! VANESSA: I didn't think you were coming. : No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... (Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge) ...the battery... VANESSA: I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. KEN: Oh, that was lucky. (Ken sits down at the table across from Barry and Vanessa leaves the room) VANESSA: There's a little left. I could heat it up. KEN: (Not taking his eyes off Barry) Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. BARRY: So I hear you're quite a tennis player. : I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. KEN: That's where I usually sit. Right... (Points to where Barry is sitting) there. VANESSA: (Calling from other room) Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, : and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. KEN: (To Barry) You think I don't see what you're doing? BARRY: I know how hard it is to find the right job. We have that in common. KEN: Do we? BARRY: Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. KEN: (Menacingly) That's just what I was thinking about doing. (Ken reaches for a fork on the table but knocks if on the floor. He goes to pick it up) VANESSA: Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. (Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head on the table and yells) BARRY: I'm going to drain the old stinger. KEN: Yeah, you do that. (Barry flies past Ken to get to the bathroom and Ken freaks out, splashing some of the wine he was using to cool his head in his eyes. He yells in anger) (Barry looks at the magazines featuring his victories in court) BARRY: Look at that. (Barry flies into the bathroom) (He puts his hand on his head but this makes hurts him and makes him even madder. He yells again) (Barry is washing his hands in the sink but then Ken walks in) KEN: You know, you know I've just about had it (Closes bathroom door behind him) with your little mind games. (Ken is menacingly rolling up a magazine) BARRY: (Backing away) - What's that? KEN: - Italian Vogue. BARRY: Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. KEN: It's a lot of ads. BARRY: Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? KEN: That's funny, I just can't seem to recall that! (Ken smashes everything off the sink with the magazine and Barry narrowly escapes) (Ken follows Barry around and tries to hit him with the magazine but he keeps missing) (Ken gets a spray bottle) : I think something stinks in here! BARRY: (Enjoying the spray) I love the smell of flowers. (Ken holds a lighter in front of the spray bottle) KEN: How do you like the smell of flames?! BARRY: Not as much. (Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the bathroom. He torches the whole room but looses his footing and falls into the bathtub. After getting hit in the
wow so incredible you copy and pasted a partial section of the Bee movie script! Waow! Im literally laughing and crying on the floor right now this was SOOOOO~ funny!
before this comment chain becomes a debate about the inarguable that we cringe looking back on, let's all take a moment to ask ourselves this: why have two separate people checked the replies on my comment with only 18 likes, and felt compelled to one-up someone who - calmly and relevant to the topic - expressed disfavor towards racism? is it chill to scroll through comment sections looking for people who have different opinions than you so you can pretend they're up and arms? does scrolling through comment sections looking for people who have different opinions than you so you can pretend they're unhappy make you happier than them? no.
Ellis is my favorite survivor of all 8, followed by Coach, since I’m actually from Georgia. Ellis was a character written to be steryotypical, but both him and Coach are actually really believable. I could 100% believe them being my neighbors
@@userb1x1 And the best part is they're actually enjoyable too. In a situation where everyone is friends now, southern folk really would just be casually chatting about whatever, laying roasts or facts as the situation allows.
Honestly I’ve actually heard that interpretation before. I think there’s really something to it. We never physically see Keith so for all we know he could’ve been black or some other minority group the Klan targets, and Ellis was too naive to know what the KKK were
I like how most of Ellis' stories sound like they're gonna keep going but then he just stops. Like he either forgot what happened next or just simply chose to stop telling the story
Well typically in game the others interrupt him as he’s about to keep going, because they’re trying to focus on surviving and here he is yapping about nothing.
i was wondering how many people would actually get the joke there and you're like one of the few that understood that the guy with a robe and 2 holes cut out of the face while in the deep south was indeed a wizard man.
I’ve always played as Nick because his outfit reminds me of the Hotline Miami enemies. That, and Benny from FNV, but I’m reminded more of Hotline Miami.
At first I believed that it was just a homeless person with a disguised But listening back to the description and remembering that this is South America...
Huh, idk why but I always pictured Kieth as the Dale to Ellis' tucker, but I guess this might confirm Ellis' bestest friend in the whole wide world is black, which is dope cuz Ellis is so damn pure in his ideals and views he wouldn't even understand the prejudice he might face having Kieth as a friend in some deep south territories
When I played this game every time poor Elis tried to tell a story, Rochelle would quickly, in a polite way, tell him to shut-up. I guess she wasn't in the mood, but geez, let the guy talk.
Y'know Ellis, I'd say my father's started doing the same thing, but he's not exactly doing the _living_ part And to think I tried to beat him there by nearly a decade only to fail repeatedly like I do at everything else
lyrics preeze cus like "wow really? Glad you shared that Ellis" wait, I CAN DO THEM MYSELF Ellis: "my buddy Keith lived in a graveyard once for a whole year. it wa'nt a dare or nothin' he just got kicked out his house. he said never saw a single ghost except this one time when a ghost stabbed him from behind, and took all his money, and he might of ju' been a homeless guy cus he had a robe on with two eyes cut out of his face" Nick: "wow really? Glad you shared that Ellis"
