| According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. |
| Its 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. |
| Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. |
| Ooh, black and yellow! |
| Let's shake it up a little. |
| Barry! Breakfast is ready! |
| Coming! |
| Hang on a second. |
| Hello? |
| Barry? |
| Adam? |
| Can you believe this is happening? |
| I can't. |
| I'll pick you up. |
| Looking sharp. |
| Use the stairs, Your father paid good money for those. |
| Sorry. I'm excited. |
| Here's the graduate. |
| We're very proud of you, son. |
| A perfect report card, all B's. |
| Very proud. |
| Ma! I got a thing going here. |
| You got lint on your fuzz. |
| Ow! That's me! |
| Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. |
| Bye! |
| Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! |
| Hey, Adam. |
| Hey, Barry. |
| Is that fuzz gel? |
| A little. Special day, graduation. |
| Never thought I'd make it. |
| Three days grade school, three days high school. |
| Those were awkward. |
| Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around The Hive. |
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