Earth. BARRY: You ever think maybe things work a little honey? (Barry rolls off the ground. They are both uncounscious.) BARRY: (To himself) I had to open my mouth and talk. : Vanessa? Why are you helping me? VANESSA: Bees have never been afraid to change the world. : What about Bee Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? BEE LARRY KING: The bee community is supporting you in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. VANESSA: Put that on your resume brochure. KEN: My brochure! VANESSA: There you go, little guy. (Vanessa opens the door and Martin shakes his head) - Who's that? BARRY: (Flying back) - What? VANESSA: The talking...thing. BARRY: Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up) VANESSA: Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was ours to begin with, : every last drop. (Men in suits are pushing all the time. : I can't fly a plane. (The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the work camps and freeing the bees all relax) BARRY: Adam, you wouldn't believe how many humans don't work during the day. ADAM: Come on! All the honey coming from? : Tell me where!