Barry: Three days of grade school, three days of high school--

Adam: Those were so awkward.
Barry: Three days of college... I'm glad I took that one day off in the middle and just hitchiked around the hive.
Adam: You did come back different.
Adam: Hey, did you hear about Frankie?

Barry: [sarcastically] Yes, and Adam here has a been a huge help.
Adam: [asleep in an empty Cinnabon box]
Mr. Montgomery: Mr. Benson Bee, I'm going to ask what I think the entire court here would like to know... what exactly is your relationship to that woman?

Barry: It's not a tone. I'm panicking!!
Barry: So what do you say? Are we gonna be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains?

Barry: Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan.
Vanessa: Oh you poor thing. You two have been at this for hours!

Barry: Yeah.
Adam: You going to his funeral?
Barry: No, I'm not going to his funeral, everybody knows you sting someone, you die. You don't waste it on a squirrel. He was such a hothead.
Adam: Yeah, I guess he could've just gotten out of the way.
Martin: Our son, the stirrer.

bees: We're bees!
random bee: Keychain!

Janet: [extremely happy]You're gonna be a stirrer?
Barry: No one's listening to me!
Martin: Wait'll you see the sticks I have for you.
Barry: I can say anything I want right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!!
Janet: [ignores Barry] Let's open up some fresh honey and celebrate!
Barry: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave me antennae. Shack it up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth, and start calling everybody "dawg"!
Martin: We're still here, Barry.

Janet: I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond when you yell at him.
Martin: Then why are you yelling at me?
Janet: Because you don't listen!
Martin: Agh, I'm not listening to this.
Vanessa: My only interest is flowers.

Vanessa: [gasps]
Barry: We're friends.
Mr. Montgomery:Good friends?
Barry: Yes.
Mr. Montgomery: How good?
Barry: Now hang on--
Mr. Montgomery: Do you live together?
Barry: Wait, that's not--
Mr. Montgomery: Are you her little... bedbug?
Vanessa: It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice.

[scoffs] "Tournament of Roses". Roses can't do sports.

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Barry I told you, stop flying in the house!

Barry why don't you use the stairs? Your father paid good money for those.

Do you know what a Cinnabon is? It's bread! And frosting! And cinnamon! They heat it up! Really hot!