from user matchamochi: Vanessa: Ken, could you close the window please? Ken: Huh? Oh.. Hey, Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Barry: Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. (tries to fly out the window but bounces off of it) Oof! Ow! What was that? (tries again) Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This, this, this, this... Drapes. (taps the glass) That is diabolical. Ken: (showing off his resume:) It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. Andy: What's your number one? Star Wars? Ken: Nah, I don't go for that... (mimics lasers firing) ...kind of stuff. Barry: No wonder we’re not supposed to talk to them. They're out of their minds. Ken: When I walk out of a job interview, they're flabbergasted. They can't believe the things I say. Barry: There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. (flies towards the light near the ceiling) I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. (bounces off it and starts falling, landing in a bowl of chip dip) Ken: I gotta tell ya, I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. (Andy scoops up some of the dip with a tortilla chip, including Barry, and brings it towards his mouth) Ken: Wait! Stop! Bee! Anna: Kill it! Kill it! Ken: (grabs something to kill it) Stand back. These are winter boots. Vanessa: Wait! Don't kill him! Ken: You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Vanessa: Well, why does his life have any less value than yours? (Vanessa places a glass over Barry) Ken: Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? Vanessa: I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. (Vanessa rips Ken's resume in half and slides it under the glass) Ken: My brochure! Vanessa: (carries the glass with Barry inside over to the window and releases him, all while maintaining oddly intimate eye contact) There you go, little guy. Ken: I'm not scared of him. But yeah, it's an allergic thing. Andy: Hey, why don't you put that on your resume-brochure? Ken: It's not funny. My whole face could puff up. Andy: Hmm, make it one of your "special skills". Ken: You know, knocking someone out is also a special skill. (later, as the rain stops and the sun comes back out) Anna: Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. Ken: Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? Vanessa: Ah, yeah, sure, Ken. You know, whatever. Ken: You could put carob chips on there. Vanessa: Bye. Ken: Supposed to be less calories or somethin'. Vanessa: Bye. (the last of her guests have left. She shuts the door and begins cleanup.) Barry: (sighs) I gotta say something. She saved my life. I've got to say something. All right, here it goes. (Barry flies back into her house through the almost-closed window and stops in front of a can of Bumble Bee Chunk Light Tuna as Vanessa walks by, stopping right in line with the mascot. He starts to walk away and looks back. Says, "Huh" and turns back around to look at the mascot, then says "Nah" as he dismisses the picture and continues walking.) (Barry resumes flying and lands on a postcard from Coney Island taped to the refrigerator, again in a position where Vanessa doesn't notice him.) Barry: What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. (begins debating with himself) I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "Ya like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Barry: (to Vanessa:) Um, hi! (Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes) Barry: I'm sorry. Vanessa: Hah, you're talking. Barry: Yes, I know, I know. I'm so– Vanessa: You're talking. Barry: I know. I'm– I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Vanessa: No, it's okay. It's fine. It's just... I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Barry: Well, you know, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.... Vanessa: Yeah! I mean, this is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! Barry: Yeah. Vanessa: Yeah. Barry: Yeah, I am a bee. And, uh, you know I'm not supposed to be doing this, but... (Vanessa makes a small "Oh" and "uh-huh" noises while Barry's talking) Barry: ...they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I mean, I had to thank you. It's, it's just the way I was raised. (Vanessa grabs a fork and stabs herself in the hand, then cries out) Barry: Oh! That was a little weird. Vanessa: I'm talking to a bee. Barry: Yeah. Vanessa: I'm talking to a bee. Barry: Anyway... Vanessa: And the bee is talking to me! Barry: Um, I just want to say I'm grateful, and I'm going to leave now. Vanessa: Wait, wait, wait, wait! How did you learn to do that? Barry: What? Vanessa: That- that- that- that... The talking thing. Barry: Oh, same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. Vanessa: (laughs unconvincingly) That's very funny. Barry: Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Vanessa: Can I uh... get you something? Barry: Like what? Vanessa: I don't know. I mean.. I don't know. Coffee? Barry: Well, uh, I don't want to put you out, unless you're making it anyway. Vanessa: Oh, it's no trouble. Oh, it takes two minutes. Barry: Really? Vanessa: It's just coffee. Barry: I hate to impose. Vanessa: Don't be ridiculous! Barry: Actually, I would love a cup. Vanessa: Hey, you want a little rum cake? Barry: I really shouldn't. Vanessa: Have a little rum cake. Barry: No, no, no, I can't. Vanessa: Oh, come on! Barry: You know, I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms here. Vanessa: Where? Barry: Well... these stripes don't help. Vanessa: You look great! Barry: I don't know if you know anything about fashion. (Vanessa walks away and begins pouring coffee onto the floor, a coffee cup in her other hand) Barry: Are you all right? Vanessa: No. (fade to Vanessa and Barry on her roof terrace, talking and having coffee) Barry: He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. So he finally gets there. Vanessa: Uh huh. Barry: He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on... Vanessa: Yeah? Barry: ...and he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan." Vanessa: Uh huh? Barry: Why would I marry a watermelon? (Barry laughs) (Vanessa's more confused than amused. Barry gestures, indicating his joke is done.) Vanessa: Oh, Is that a... a bee joke? Barry: Yeah, that's the kind of stuff that we do. Vanessa: Yeah, different. So, anyway, what are you gonna do, Barry? Barry: About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I, I can't do it the way they want. Vanessa: I know how you feel. Barry: You do? Vanessa: Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. Barry: Really? Vanessa: My only interest is flowers. Barry: Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Vanessa: Oh, huh. Barry: Anyway, you see if you look... There. There's my hive right there. You can see it. Vanessa: Oh, you're in Sheep Meadow! Barry: Yes! You know the turtle pond? Vanessa: Yes? Barry: I'm right off of that. Vanessa: Oh, no way! I know that area. Do you know I lost a toe ring there once. (behind them, a janitor comes onto the roof and begins working on replacing a light bulb) Barry: Really? Vanessa: Yes. Barry: Why do girls put rings on their toes? Vanessa: Well, why not? Barry: I don't know. It's like putting a hat on your knee. Vanessa: Maybe I'll try that. Janitor: You all right, ma'am? Vanessa: (realizing how it must look, talking to herself:) Oh, yeah, fine. Just having two cups of coffee. (she laughs) Vanessa and Barry share a little quiet time. She glances aside and catches him staring smittenly. Barry: Uh, ahem. Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Vanessa: Oh, yeah, it's no trouble. Barry: Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up for the rest of my life. Are you... Umm. Can I take a piece of this with me? Vanessa: Sure! Here, have a crumb. (She passes one to Barry on her fingertip) Barry: Oh, thanks. Vanessa: Yeah. Barry: All right, well, then... I guess I'll see you around, or not, or... Vanessa: Okay, Barry. Barry: And thank you so much again... for before. Vanessa: Oh, that? That was nothing. Barry: Well, not nothing, but... anyway... (Barry extends his hand. Vanessa touches it with her finger and they gingerly shake. The janitor looks over and continues tightening the bulb in the socket. It shorts, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards.)
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Vanessa: Ken, could you close the window please?
Ken: Huh? Oh.. Hey, Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out.
Barry: Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. (tries to fly out the window but bounces off of it) Oof! Ow! What was that? (tries again) Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This, this, this, this... Drapes. (taps the glass) That is diabolical.
Ken: (showing off his resume:) It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
Andy: What's your number one? Star Wars?
Ken: Nah, I don't go for that... (mimics lasers firing) ...kind of stuff.
Barry: No wonder we’re not supposed to talk to them. They're out of their minds.
Ken: When I walk out of a job interview, they're flabbergasted. They can't believe the things I say.
Barry: There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. (flies towards the light near the ceiling) I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. (bounces off it and starts falling, landing in a bowl of chip dip)
Ken: I gotta tell ya, I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.
(Andy scoops up some of the dip with a tortilla chip, including Barry, and brings it towards his mouth)
Ken: Wait! Stop! Bee!
Anna: Kill it! Kill it!
Ken: (grabs something to kill it) Stand back. These are winter boots.
Vanessa: Wait! Don't kill him!
Ken: You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!
Vanessa: Well, why does his life have any less value than yours? (Vanessa places a glass over Barry)
Ken: Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?
Vanessa: I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. (Vanessa rips Ken's resume in half and slides it under the glass)
Ken: My brochure!
Vanessa: (carries the glass with Barry inside over to the window and releases him, all while maintaining oddly intimate eye contact) There you go, little guy.
Ken: I'm not scared of him. But yeah, it's an allergic thing.
Andy: Hey, why don't you put that on your resume-brochure?
Ken: It's not funny. My whole face could puff up.
Andy: Hmm, make it one of your "special skills".
Ken: You know, knocking someone out is also a special skill.
(later, as the rain stops and the sun comes back out)
Anna: Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
Ken: Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
Vanessa: Ah, yeah, sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
Ken: You could put carob chips on there.
Vanessa: Bye.
Ken: Supposed to be less calories or somethin'.
Vanessa: Bye. (the last of her guests have left. She shuts the door and begins cleanup.)
Barry: (sighs) I gotta say something. She saved my life. I've got to say something. All right, here it goes.
(Barry flies back into her house through the almost-closed window and stops in front of a can of Bumble Bee Chunk Light Tuna as Vanessa walks by, stopping right in line with the mascot. He starts to walk away and looks back. Says, "Huh" and turns back around to look at the mascot, then says "Nah" as he dismisses the picture and continues walking.)
(Barry resumes flying and lands on a postcard from Coney Island taped to the refrigerator, again in a position where Vanessa doesn't notice him.)
Barry: What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. (begins debating with himself) I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "Ya like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
Barry: (to Vanessa:) Um, hi!
(Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes)
Barry: I'm sorry.
Vanessa: Hah, you're talking.
Barry: Yes, I know, I know. I'm so–
Vanessa: You're talking.
Barry: I know. I'm– I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Vanessa: No, it's okay. It's fine. It's just... I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed.
Barry: Well, you know, I'm sure this is very disconcerting....
Vanessa: Yeah! I mean, this is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!
Barry: Yeah.
Vanessa: Yeah.
Barry: Yeah, I am a bee. And, uh, you know I'm not supposed to be doing this, but...
(Vanessa makes a small "Oh" and "uh-huh" noises while Barry's talking)
Barry: ...they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I mean, I had to thank you. It's, it's just the way I was raised.
(Vanessa grabs a fork and stabs herself in the hand, then cries out)
Barry: Oh! That was a little weird.
Vanessa: I'm talking to a bee.
Barry: Yeah.
Vanessa: I'm talking to a bee.
Barry: Anyway...
Vanessa: And the bee is talking to me!
Barry: Um, I just want to say I'm grateful, and I'm going to leave now.
Vanessa: Wait, wait, wait, wait! How did you learn to do that?
Barry: What?
Vanessa: That- that- that- that... The talking thing.
Barry: Oh, same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
Vanessa: (laughs unconvincingly) That's very funny.
Barry: Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway...
Vanessa: Can I uh... get you something?
Barry: Like what?
Vanessa: I don't know. I mean.. I don't know. Coffee?
Barry: Well, uh, I don't want to put you out, unless you're making it anyway.
Vanessa: Oh, it's no trouble. Oh, it takes two minutes.
Barry: Really?
Vanessa: It's just coffee.
Barry: I hate to impose.
Vanessa: Don't be ridiculous!
Barry: Actually, I would love a cup.
Vanessa: Hey, you want a little rum cake?
Barry: I really shouldn't.
Vanessa: Have a little rum cake.
Barry: No, no, no, I can't.
Vanessa: Oh, come on!
Barry: You know, I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms here.
Vanessa: Where?
Barry: Well... these stripes don't help.
Vanessa: You look great!
Barry: I don't know if you know anything about fashion.
(Vanessa walks away and begins pouring coffee onto the floor, a coffee cup in her other hand)
Barry: Are you all right?
Vanessa: No.
(fade to Vanessa and Barry on her roof terrace, talking and having coffee)
Barry: He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. So he finally gets there.
Vanessa: Uh huh.
Barry: He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on...
Vanessa: Yeah?
Barry: ...and he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan."
Vanessa: Uh huh?
Barry: Why would I marry a watermelon? (Barry laughs)
(Vanessa's more confused than amused. Barry gestures, indicating his joke is done.)
Vanessa: Oh, Is that a... a bee joke?
Barry: Yeah, that's the kind of stuff that we do.
Vanessa: Yeah, different. So, anyway, what are you gonna do, Barry?
Barry: About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I, I can't do it the way they want.
Vanessa: I know how you feel.
Barry: You do?
Vanessa: Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
Barry: Really?
Vanessa: My only interest is flowers.
Barry: Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan.
Vanessa: Oh, huh.
Barry: Anyway, you see if you look... There. There's my hive right there. You can see it.
Vanessa: Oh, you're in Sheep Meadow!
Barry: Yes! You know the turtle pond?
Vanessa: Yes?
Barry: I'm right off of that.
Vanessa: Oh, no way! I know that area. Do you know I lost a toe ring there once.
(behind them, a janitor comes onto the roof and begins working on replacing a light bulb)
Barry: Really?
Vanessa: Yes.
Barry: Why do girls put rings on their toes?
Vanessa: Well, why not?
Barry: I don't know. It's like putting a hat on your knee.
Vanessa: Maybe I'll try that.
Janitor: You all right, ma'am?
Vanessa: (realizing how it must look, talking to herself:) Oh, yeah, fine. Just having two cups of coffee. (she laughs)
Vanessa and Barry share a little quiet time. She glances aside and catches him staring smittenly.
Barry: Uh, ahem. Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.
Vanessa: Oh, yeah, it's no trouble.
Barry: Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up for the rest of my life. Are you... Umm. Can I take a piece of this with me?
Vanessa: Sure! Here, have a crumb. (She passes one to Barry on her fingertip)
Barry: Oh, thanks.
Vanessa: Yeah.
Barry: All right, well, then... I guess I'll see you around, or not, or...
Vanessa: Okay, Barry.
Barry: And thank you so much again... for before.
Vanessa: Oh, that? That was nothing.
Barry: Well, not nothing, but... anyway...
(Barry extends his hand. Vanessa touches it with her finger and they gingerly shake. The janitor looks over and continues tightening the bulb in the socket. It shorts, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards.)