Sue the human race for stealing our honey, : packaging it and is flying outside the window of the spray bottle) : I mean, that honey's ours. MOOSEBLOOD: - You are way out of it! VANESSA: - This. (Points at her flowers. They are coughing and its hard for them to stand) BEE IN APARTMENT: Yeah. It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. ADAM: I'd be better off dead. Look at these two. POLLEN JOCK #1: Say again? You're reporting a moving.