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(aka Wikipoesis)


 

Tell this to your children: right now, go tell them

When river is full, fish will walk earth.

What happened here - light graffitied into being.

Stretch and yawn,

metaphorical, displaced and stumbling

over lungs.

around  ever-confessional remember-mouths,

a purple mass bloomed &  tongue becomes tourniquet,harp-hearted osteotome.

This underside of being.

This is snake eating snake eating snake eating its own tail.

Broseph, you  know this - what wounds enter unopposed.


Have I, hapless, told you of multiple origins?

This same thing inverted - e.g.

what you hear and what inheres.  

What keeps & what deigns be kept--

born continuous & borne besotted.  

Resorted to and breath-stealing beauty.  

You’re  bequest of gestes,

raining darkness into tight magic.

You’re baby teeth loosening,

you're small dead mouse in   beak of jay.

What comes to me is easy.

Thinking’s never not magical,

like   barest precipitate,

likening   once,   involute.

Form of forms as hot & dark

& imperfectly distributed.

This  re must be--pooling denseness.

Only blood’s translatable.  

If this could never not be,  n scant comfort.


Make and unmade, even selves cohere.

Some measure--  present at its punniest.  

  password is: Ileteveryonedown

That Thing you know now.

You think secrets are meant to be kept --

but no secret truly belongs to one person.

Dubious this, my sweetest pea.        

Gravid, I mean gravitas.

Swelled newness in you

when we dared not hope.

Allowances have been made.

Hums, loomed & varied, proximal.


  fuck you say

half-roamed and roaming.

Staid & words-a-blinding,

unruly and taken up.

We swoon & are read,

take none such liberty.

With us, darkness, hi r & yon—sea-bound.

  world’s gone silver-pulsed,  stillborn.  

We knew ourselves or we thought we knew.

Something taken flight.

We outed ourselves out of ourselves.

Left from leaves. Divvied up.

Your sheltered light, gilt & limned,

Some simply are—O, whisper dark.

We would not unsee.

Flickered & gyred.

We stood beneath plums.

Surely, waylaid, surely casements.

I was caught unawares, flightless.

Your throat brook I’d soak in.  

O many-chambered grief.

O nautilus shell.

As heat burns, smoke blots out   sun.

Eir's Kindness—diaphanous.

Pivot, two-faced, twice this and what laden, lifts.

makes us lighter—clear water.

Lensing, taken measure.

O, what-must-have-been.

Guiding hands O, metamorph.

You were you, pure, strewn light.

Wrack us, but gently.

  sower knows what seeded.

O, cenotaph, waken   known thing.  

Forge nomen,   jade-eyed angle.  

Take measure, clear in any storm.

A glass bead   eye.

O, maelstrom, let  re be currents within us.

A swathing, limitless moment.

  soul’s slaked and cauled.

Bound what I know and what I hope.

Gravity’s too simple concept—swelling and briny.

Try pliant, omen.  

Foment our softened hearts.

Vessels & soundless.  

What did  y take you for?

We took you unashamed, we took you naming.

If we were wrong, fire

beckoned.

We were far from   water,mirror.

We saw ever and ever.

  mountains below, surfeit of significance.

&  re’s no shame in being discursive.

yr killin’ me.

Do I feel it – yes.

 

Ding’s too kindword. & dong 

well, dong’s out too. So, dung,  n.

  sharpest retort persists.

This is   glass shard splintering.  

I did not think you’d come.

Avail yourself. Bide time.

Fickle-footed and childless,

heave me over.

Cliffs,   lake you fai d into being.

If this is all I’m allowed  n this is.

 re’s no takesy-backsies.

This is eternal, and   worst of it.

Steadied and resteadied.

Substrate and condensate.

Some initial perturbationmannered & instinct.

To start’s to differentiate.


I never had your stamina, dread, or wasted sentiment.

Wikipoesis unfists   line, O, charming boy-girl.   trick is to watch without staring.

We took to each o r. Took time,took what offered itself, I recall. You, deep-veined. Me, unlettered.

&   storm came in quickly. O, TFW you unlike   brimming fanciful.  

Like, once our bodies knew what we’d become tangles of smoked-glass skin, stretched desire,

& weary, we slept   fever back & dreamt.

You didn’t what you couldn’t & I hated you for it.

&&&

Love   harmonious,   well-tunedOf orchards, of longing  and of o r poetic spaces.

I suppose chivalry’s dead. Knock knock.Who’s  re. Neologist. Neologist who?

Um… Unvoiced -nesses, -ides, and -ties. What’s a-positional, before and after? It’s putting   income in nincompoop!It’s answer   door well beforeYou understand   things we tell

Each o r in passages between.Has not that I’ve bestowed Call unto me song. Such sweetness

She said, I don’t do “unto.”Nei r tide nor tidal bore.

Call back what’s been undone.Call back what’s unpresented.

So stay distance. Stay becoming.  

Dare you to leave it   strength to improve.

A change,final change includes no authority.

Oh   unnecessaries of generation—

to harm or compare or associate.

Act so that  re is no use

incenter. Wide action is not

a width.”answer yields up.

  body’s politics more than souls --

I was not awake & I,

I was not unsurprised.

I’d heard   words darked-up

and, like I, exasperated.  

As if you’d been enough.

Fanfic’s always   best fic.

She called me   calm before   awesomeness.  

So I call her, in principle.

It was never my thing — change.

So I dare not, so I’d feign Black Betty,

that pretty poisson, those golden tassels--

O, those pumps and whispers.  Longing, as  y say,

& when we draft we compromise, we invite excess.

Hoping for more yet never not dreaming.

Finding our feet and stepping through rough.

We do what we must and we must never sleep.

Breaking new barriers and searching newgrounds.

Exploring ourselves and   unknowns of life,

Growing and changing as   world chooses.

Out on our own in   unexplored world;

Making so plain just how well we cope.

A newborn created, all concerned relieved;

More reasons to live now than just to brea

In and breath upon moment

  fine hairs on your forearm remember

Enjoying   battling ideal.

        meet me underground

        meet me where   nowhere

becomes place we understand to be our new home.

my new phone

blocks out   sound. blocks calls from your mo r and mine

mine heart mine letter mine own

tongue rendered rent

due north, due aparted

apartment in house with inglenooks with olive light fixtures

you and I staring into it

Is  re stillgod to claim home

Here

Half-cut, drinking milk under your arm,

counting my sins,

Pleading. And all   while   womb of eternity swells

Waiting to birthbright-star world

Where I becomes   We and eyes begin to see

Beyond this tiny now that aches with   beatings of time

Against   timelessness of all Creation

Like Butterfly being born

Again. . .and again. . .and again. . .

Afresh

I wish for once,   tap
on my shoulder would be enough
to set off   firework under my bed.  

Don’t say you wouldn’t do it too

If you had   chance to trace your lips in gold

Skimpy silk baths and rose candles casting light onto your skin

You’re not human anymore

I know you would

I reach deep into   heart of painting,

pull out its guts

ripping canvas and flesh,

always darkness

past whiteness

&&&

Have you not always?

Have you not rope and sail?

What may from wind and wrack?

A lens,   sky,path.

O, bough of our dis-ease.

Bringer of salt, every facet caul.  

What likens may yet be our undoing.

What undid   wave fills us with light.  

Tendence calls us back.

Silt lends depth to us.  

What tensing multiplies.  

  orchard reft of fruit.

As surely as stones cradle   bough.

As surely as   body left unbending.

 n utmost,  n waved, at least one.

At least   body’s salt. At least lichen. At least as souls tend salt-ward.

  lens-curved moon bends   tide.

What passes lacks me aright.

  start you took vexed measure.

Vexed portent and skin.

You and I contain   world.

We bed toward what’s final &

our hearts lit from within.

Allow me  se fictions.

Our doubting parts doubtless run.

And shadows fill our mouths.

What buds will taste heavy with need.

Be encrusted.

Be   depth from which   darkness comes.

So we must, partly and we,

deep as something unexpected is,

envy consequence. What brooks no rising star.

And what does not salt   wound cannot help but salt   wound.

Heat akin to density, buoyant as words.

Your bodysign.

Palm, wind, & fir.

So   earth parsels us out.

So   wind meted us out.

Did we miss   earth?

From every, this particular, this rest & all for naught.

Burning brands as plenty.

  answer stuns   lake,   possible bare-boned thing.

If sameness  n sameness touched with gold.

Iftome  n   too-broad sea.

Push of   sea.

We matter-stuffed, wedged into time’s mouth.

  dark start of   wave.   heedless substitute.

We are that which travels. That which shallows even love.

You found your way. Found your line.

We could true this.

How simple   spoken,   discrete.

As unconvinced as extent.

As we’re never not sight, not sleeplessly new.

  sound of any bird drags twine round our hearts.

None so heedless. None so crystal-still.

O dry stone wall of my heart,

sea-glass and what’s unforeseen.

Etchwell in me.

Swell no great sound.

For have you notriven breeze from death?

Scant summoning gives no words.

What trials, what questions spoke in sleepless tongues.

For o rs place us.

O, sought-ones, un-sow   stars.

  not-quite excess and   most worn.

This is not   way. This is no favor, no place and its undoing.

One maimed bears us dark-ward.

What surface goaded us.

I’ve heard that every infinite’s not   smallest infinite.

Distant as those stone walls.

As that fast ship.

  broken surface of pond

  silvered clouds. Catchless as   world tucked under.

  faint buzz of blood behind   eyes.

A hunger and   ruin,   sea bent to wind.

 n calling,  n stones and lush of silence.

Pearls and what might, or time and your ga ring mind.

To   see pale thing.

This too. As unlike as   palm.

Yes and what becomes us--thou monument, thou dream.

Hasten   dawn.woven fast.

Dream us lightened in   fragrant woods.

Weave us hopeful.

And if this comfort you,

I will be here when you wake.

  few moments, heart-cozening and querulous.

Faith, how   shores drown.

  many-hued sorcelled us.

A chorus drowns   shining star.

Holied, holy every lowing mass.

Divvied and hardened, we slip patterns alight.

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O, had we known what pulsed you here, O almost tasted What pulsed you here O, known and brought you nigh close What’s taken place and have you bro rs ere you many do your hearts beat as one. Pulse-bob pulse pulseecho sounded found for you, took measure wtaut  & your   tauted reached echo for you poured pulsed lined edges palped pulsed palsied pulsed heard hymn palped felt   tensed taut tensed porous porosity tensed   hymned edge hemmed it all  hymned edged all line-edged slip   line-edged this and what escapes. broke lines stunted our breath Edge membranous simpledit was not easier limned cloud and candle-flame. character all with sense candle-flame tended limned heart and flame every flame limned cloud and word candle flame with made missives of our hands missives of our limned made missives of our heil  nce lingered over dulled made missives of our eyes and throat. carved misses from looks cold missives fashioned missives from though missive-dark missive poured every face into you many limbed pulsed missives of every sort missives of all forms. flame-limned white porcelain ceramic bone missives we vessels of flame-limned vessels what lingers blinds shoal   hold  at held   past beyonded what current washes over us.What lingers. freighted what veil hangs between us lingered, swallowed tears. De-vesseled Dearest, in my mind she is not alone What current washes you Are you alone? or ? are  y bound to us as you are. limned all with sense we, ember-lidded and dull—you shone-through, limned us linger vesselsand laden with that to what currents laden with of umber Linger.  umber vesseled andfull-throated we came lingered among you   wan leaves left leavened  current enraptured thus, full-throated I am full to bursting solaced from filled with you filled to brsting flame-limned took solaced solaced all ember-lidded   sky, ember-lidded,   lake rim o rs what are cloads where you are ar  re clouds, what precipitate. dearest,   mulls fear, light-blind  so answer us—what host of you how many is  re ano r mull ids limned-over eyes, candle-flame. candle-flame, how many, wan damps ideal disembodied disemb limned polished glss  candle flame limns   eye. faced fan polished glass damp and listless or ember-lidded how many pairs of eyes how many multitude how many of shards  your polished eyes shard and are  re o rs are you alone chocked full of  where are   o r and are  re more o rers polished bit of glass for eyes are  re o rs what calls  o rswhat name amen what amenspolished shone polished bits of wax, are  re o rs  rerote missive knowing back of   eyes, rote ends of rote ends of song, lineamens. candle-flame, gave what poisoned usname. gazed opened bent bended abended bent to us we were  stayed bastion enraptured told thused rote &stony-limbed. missives dismantled & full Made full with tears. made full by hymnal limned limned hymned rough rough ache of matrixed farrow choke-stone,  tightens limned missed limned wound wisped whispers rough missives stony-limbed.   one whispers tied noted to birdswe, carveflingered thin over long, missive took queried of lingered rote missive one wrote rote dridded   barest bare sparse spare  we & once filled to drint d stood fantod hand madewe, full watchedcrow-  wan damp stain flame on   back of   eye. led back of   eye. all that haloed ache & falls thrown listless to   air thrown bound wholeness reversed whence and whence coronal flame-stayed scarred retina of aching breast might mou d candle-flame shifting changing varied   sound sounds crows   we poured candle-flame halo retinal blob d us sound out still what could have been For you and for what’s left behind.  Poured out. Poor For you & for what’s left what could have been choke stone afterimage flame-shadowed, shadowed flame of you, candle-flame and echo ofcandle’s flame. ember-lidded, eyed & you, blue echo ofcandle’s flame, purple echo ofcandle-flame lidded and dull ember-lidded. bide For you & what you  You choke-stone of what could have been, you flint-souled jagged us raw, and you wrung from ourselves. found, we were wrung from ourselvesyou found us we were wrung out of ourselves. you found us unprepared. Wring wrung outwe were caught unawares we were unprepared breath possible thus. you found us unprepared—led whispering sketch ing we j. we were unprepared. cried vibration spoke softly wung wrung fly wing flown flowed what sywhat breathing does soft what soft, breath passed possible bled led blunt softed potentiality fire that woke your Pass allow Fire and what have you consumed. Ten thousand years, smoke of all I love. everything if you would but   smoke of ten-thousand years. I would burn ten-thousand years-How offers time – burnt Ten thousand years. Counteless Water, fire, what element have you hwat have you elental. Flint Worn as you are, As You’re our Pace Spate Earth-fire Salt and fire. never not be borne upFire We’d deserve deserved Deserved Collapse Forched forched Resolve to Pured What amber Placate plication Enfold Lest We’re Stuck us-ness. Prickle Past gently or not at all lint-souled, choke-stone crystalline, what forces bound you  nce. What heat solve caught me up stone caught up stuck caught in   throat I am bonr in   dissolution of    everything we could say chyrstalined quartzed what our hands.  you came suspended sustained I cannot what we could not as she said you &    re you were here are your retrograde jagged quartz jagged   lines of our hands, scored-dragged dragged proofs  we scored dragged lines into our hands what, membranous, delays, whatwe’d scored our spark innumerable rough roughed do done do tufted prepremade plan planned curry faror sight unseen.  what delays  ewhat membranous, slows thy step. delays? Slows tempts  e? What longs tempts. sound. Our here  what sparked what clumped what envenoped s e what shaped egg tooth take this pillar of flame What lately have thou lately been.  Have you now have you lately been pressed pushed in into-  joined join Were you yet loved? Candle-flame press forward   crowd edge-of-  void. You were, as much as we could bear.  As much as we could bear. & were you here, yet . voidWe yessed What void-gift gift and more gifted given gifted-one. Thou O, void-kept Thou, thousand-faced child. ness spite spote spate-heavy wing wung wrung rung thou—doubled-one edge-of-all-things, doubled-one we are borne unto bear us forar bear us ight harry us born We gave much and  n more. This too. We gave much &  n more.show that what makes  word break how bokeHow is that founded Condrial condone fhas been of all my mito-  c ondrial born-to-me gnomen call. Seek plum harry carry . Come to   edge edge me sedge scuttle-slose born to meKeepest dobling born born  . void-rendering torn tear O void tendering rendering thou void-thou tendered thou   we had.  fleet you would not do not despair voided O void- we arced every        looked bear up bear up borne unto bunred freighted bore bowed bowed arced beard to bear bore   what do we give, what haven’t we done ablutions O causal cauterized soured blighted bli ly went. went sour what thisTook whatever came our way, praised it tuned it over Restless, Bided & restless, we praised whatever came our way—no more. marked eternal forever’s fleetest even pain,   only. Eternal thing. hoped being shapeless however indistinct For this,      wai,  dazed, took what pooled around us.  given, though pooled lurched lurching   Bit clenched   hand and Defied every thing. We tied ribbons Though we tied hurling Stillness, yourbir d Bi d Fit to be tied Notness knotness tied  made made fleshed darkling, you your voice, why revenant brixt bised brised kissed and broken. Darkling, mottles scuttles. Dearth dearest full circle. harbinger,darkling,pool  Ispooling pooling, expansive Pool, expansive heretofor. ing in my ear expansive    dark pool of your voice.  Your voice, pooling .  part current pools Out voices tied knots   time our voices stitched.   Dearest, Wouldpath, would  path’s less clear   path lad cler, thorn and gauze. Interminable   swifting  Cool   pool green Diaphanous. Harkening Ahrkening Tried and again, retied.   knots bough our voices stitched knots too   bearing bough your voice stitched in me.  meant ded what whoughths cannot meded comes to us unmedned torn tear comes to this unmended sticeh voice-stitch voicestictch fraught heavy   What’s possible Saw  n sawn so  n,   diaphanous gauzy and smooth. Smooth progress so   deepening pond,   sping thaw.   rsh of river tidal rish rise Brise breeze brush aside Unsullied Dearest,moment. aside. All-in-all. Muddied -all. beyonder , breast-beatingly   lunged Boasted bested beyond all things. Pulmonripened. brined-over shore, deft tufted Stay true. once and twice lodestone,    brine-star what celestial, sunk toward   sea dimmed sunken dmmed-up bulwark   harried  for  thousand-year, under rrests   breth   sap        pause husked molted  molting    molt-of mine.   leaving molt remnant night-soil calling out part leaving mantled and dismantled spake thy moistened lip. curdled milk milkskin endings numerous moldy sallow flap of skin  tallow sallow choice fickle bunged up fickle plunge furrow fickle alpenglow elemental webbed filament thorough sawn sawed over under fawn dappled filament tough thorough &  n some. systole.   peach, overripe.   overripe too ripe stem too   fleshy overripe   swerater breast grimace pucker gripe fat word flabby words too-much overripe encumbering sawn   hewn cumbered encumbering. unnumbered. Encumbering. dawnings past echo-voiced to voice spit hav dawnings un numerable.an echo   aching hands. Voices like dawning unnumbered. Unbeknownst  bloodbent voicesong furrows furrowed furrows, until til and smoky sky. make it depth. signify—make it bitter almond, Saw   sun starled into being. Sorne seen watchTaken up Dearest, we swoon & are brea d Read, we swoon & are to be Read, we take none such liberty Dearest,  with us. to darkness. thi r hi r & yon. sea-bound. Blown be padarkness.  blankness stilled and held—remain beholden.   world’s as st bliver      parsed   sky & worded and reworded it. All douse past, We do not end here. This cannot be   end. Your pulsed as pulsed   stillborn word.  Dearest, we knew ourselves  n or, we thought we knew. Something has takenflight. But we cannot be itus. so we outed ourselves. out of ourselves. parsed out of ourselves.  so too   stillborn word. of onced wondered underside of grief,        b   .  Systoles.  O, grief, you pulsing.  re is nothing that is notpulsing. Hearted, Pulsed, we  O, pulse.One cannot We cannot, will not part as we have been parted paled out ourselves. parted as seas, left from leaves.   left from leaves as parted simplest.  Leaves,   sky parted. As left from leaves. heart to hands, to bread parceled and shred, loaves left leaves as leasves ll’s  As Parted like bread.   un-kind. Unkindness  kinned  From one, unkind. From you ano r Out of you ano r Your unseen sheltered light out of Like bread, passed gilt &what’s simplest—you you guilded oursgilding, ourslimned-over,voiced gilt to voicing OursA fair apportioned Smoothing over Simply are Some are. jointed up divvied yed into out parted jointed took up like bread. Palmed over handed over or one is different parsed palmed parceled were’s   thrush of ever in your chest. in every chest. still & stilled threshing thresholdopen door its whisper dark its portend Could  y   O, whisper dark unsee it’s whisper-dark  could  y   whispering dark. whisper touch light as dark whisper touch   quake whisper   flicker-song whisper  What would  y not unsee.  Flicker   fluttering heart would not unsee. Heart flutter flicker Was it? It was.flutter we would not unsee.flicker,   flutter Flicker song loss mica Would  y fathom Have to wait Gyre. Circumlocution would  y understand we stood beneath blinkered plums are. Surely Staid Waylaid Divagation divers Casements. What part of you fell away what part  quietexhaledWhat part of me expired. died.passing-through, aimless as bird-song.  Only   whole of you.I was caught unawares. Mislaid Flightless I was Excuses, Your brook Throat I’d I have not spoke of trees of that tree we lay beneath. We were happy  n. We were boundless— were breath. Dearest, only you Only   whole of you and all of you—only  , bodywhat have you made  re, warp and weft of you writ-one speak of tell   future writ beneath which of tree densifytrough thou you and youwe andonce,n after one to ano r. extenuate   circumstance. was  remoment.  re wasmomentpassing. Only through you and yours is this sigsn  re’sno dowsing Only you in your entirety. through  O many-chambered grief. Grieved. O grief, O natuilaus shell, of Go, go and went to   sea shore, took up   handful of sand pools at your feet, O many chambered grief.  re is always ano r rroom how many room s does grief hold /Nautiluas sheel teech though  thou one, grit-yarned wove rove heart roven riven heart heart riven to ground-down heart chambered O many chmbered greif. How is  re ano r only through you and yours that what tears That what tonr, All that torn as one tends   one as heat and burns altar smoke blots out   sun. Burnt offering both call and block out   sun. As sure as Pends pendant weigh Pendulous one is not. smoke —to be sure.But But ei r’s  isterrible kindness. For knowing’s unkindness What terrible kindness to knowAn arch is always falling but for this. Terrible kindness to know, to collapse. When will we know - As Hallowed Between terrible and kindness. Kindness steps beyond Kindness be We as Offering as  re Once You This offering, this cold toldyouwatched seen ou diaphanous seen. Pivot seen pito minded mound pivoted duplicitous two-faced copied ourselves from ourselves. Torn to Rest us torn Offering Rendered Unto this Twice now This and what steps beyond Twice now hoped, twice now offered up lifted laden. Heavy with laden, secret cowled Twice now, calling out, , we  ce now burnt teared up, Once Offerings offer plumb  Drowning’seasier way Heat We walked   mica-flecked path, of all thingsflecked,   mica-flecked path, heat and  apportioned smade secret colwed. secret-heavy cows ton and unmade , have you no words. Enough of all things, even lack .  Wracked Apportion We took and take nothing dowsing You. What good’sdowser at sea. cannot dowse   sea. Dowse   sea Nothing dowses. Dowsing’s good as nothing O, form and form’s coursing, drowning’s makes us lighter in and throughoffering. Wahat clear water depthless, terrible, wrack us, but gently. Drowned as what is not befts that one breaths it. thisdowsing, thiswater all   way dowsing’s as old as anything. drowing dowsing swum Toodowser, toosoul, wracked into being. drowningthrough , alight lensed and measured. te red to ano r light taken measure what-must-have-been.light upon what forms ou what form’s incline  re must’ve been Look, read, with -clad, strewing lip of   lclear water. Penitent agency What forms course through us, light strewn. What guiding hands O, metamorph , we callstar’sbunring metamorph what forms will you take under this light? What fomr lifgt strew courses in you what form course in you think back – to what was when you were not think back brfore love, evn, before what voices? What were you, pure, strewn light. Torn O false light, wrack us, but gently.   sower knows   furrow, ikesyay. Sown-thing. What seeded, Cenotaph grows What grows here, sower. What sower Assumesower. You are no known-thing owned sowed Out of all possible nownsWhat stirs. What tears across   sky. What Awaken What known thing wakens woke here awaken What known thing wakens here. What breath. links forge here? Nomen gnomen Whose sight crowds out brain whos lens  What jade-eyed I mean no offense. What angle? What begins? Forskellige for skelly o’s/whose  te red her whose connectedWho has insight Future peeps  Take position fromyou, take measure. O wrackersLet this bekindness. swelled to   brink.   future swelled us to   brink And you  lensed Frensel-lensed, clear in any storm  again all storms. Clear Eye-white glass, Meaning stone Mean what you mean ineluctable invaried involute. Inviolable stonea mote,glass bead in   eye eye-shape scale eye wh eye-white and cave-word damp earth what grows in   damp earth eye white Any port instorm   drowning man grabs at anything What concerns us concerns us Grsab you likestrng fromstreammote spekck of dust What are you to o rs  O death-mark, , to o rs. —  future exists in us alwaysdone-in, time-swelled,  re-not- re. , tossed, around us.        Eft swirling depths O, maelstrom,kindness—let  re be  Currents leapt within us. What leapt within us, currents for if this child,swath,field of kindness. For if this childbrnachinling limitlesscan e find our way back to this moment. currents caught swells caught Between now and everything else. spirited away. blind currents what currents drift us spirited away.  re-not- re. and re. Drifted   underside of loss   underside requirespivo tLoosened from   world   ties that bound us ever so slightened Ours and ours alone.  made and unmade selves—

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When  y came i sat naked in   lea r sofa withtall glass of vodka.   children were in   bathroom or   kitchen. Afterwards i smokedcigarette on   balcony. i was free.

Though even  re everything around me had vanished;

a cement floor, paint-flecked walls and ceiling,

tiny scraps of paper

than conflate nothing solid -1Never ending deferral – what’s at stake – what indeed.

You’re likely irked. I get it. Metaphor’s baeand all that. bae. Unedning putting off deferral. By now, you’re likely irked. You may beirked.You’re likely irked. One, unending I know – show-don’t-tell, but speech is bae. What I’m showing’s unknown to me. Reader, I know. Insight is bae, but I’ve got none. Some unaltered source. Original is bae.  Insight is bae. Images are bae. What insight sets this right? What origin’s sufficient?  re is no knowing that would set this right.    low sunTwixt-ways.    source is Cuz explanation underwhelms. Precudes effaces Real talk—Here’s   thing. Explanation underwhelms. That’s just Here’s   long and short of it. Motivation

Explanation underwhelms. What motivates   source is never whelmig underwhelms

  low light of winter through   window,   low light of– what What motivates underwhelms. – pale winter light. Underwhelms

 re can be no respite.   sun, low in   sky, shines ast   itchen table. low-sun enough of this – winter light This hand, this wrungout face

This handow window winginf wringing   this holding salt Orpheus lot gets     demands isperse disowns  belies bellows As source and recompense   imageless reader, one setsheart before  one/ce  begets   whence from bereft begets pends begets all sense but one.   wehcne maigns & what I said I said & did maligns—   source begets whence it issues. begets its whence as both ways past and future us.  Forewent.

& when I said I said and did,   one were   dark path, reader,     full extent of our undoing. gone  n we’re done. well,  n we’re unmoored.  

What am I but those things I said I said & did—

Do I not. Unbeen. Notted. Unbedone

 m’s two-faced.well, we’ll n  I’s unmoored  

all disjoint  undone skint. unhinged. Come skinted out Scanted. Disjoint dis  undid pastered pasted made past pasterized simpled based debased.

unthinged. Unhinged. But unmoored. consequentless demooredtwo-faced.  Denuded Me when I was not. What I was when I was not yet.  Stood in for me while I was in   past. So-called cuz when’swhat-function. Time’sthing in space. distance. Spark or   small ring of my drink on   table. well, we’ll scant have stood for much.  spils out cvers so-covered for   way   Like, literally—like,   so- like,   so. Feckless Thought-less in its So,

literally is bae   lestness done-ness       greeted run both ways     best poem ever or best. poem. ever.

Cuz, what I’ve said & did’s two-faced. what those things you said you’ll love so much

What’s been and been and been. Reader, couldn’t not’ve & were, but both ways. Forward and backward.glance moves what was an.fig’s as good as God. been anything else. too unto yousign signs move both ways what signifies moves backward always both ways secrets flow both ways holddie in your hand and you know what I’m talking about. It could not be anything but. Glancing thi r and yon. When I say I UnWork both ways read decode   past hacked   events Too seeded ThricedReader, this is just to say,  overdetermined overed ofted works both ways cuts janus-faced spills out Undone won signgled out signed out

Want on   one you figs and  Thrice-cursed blessed,  and   o r. Blessed   o r case you in case   what  significant   ths is   break this si   rethinking sized up

Tundered tindered tossed to and fro   consequences remain TBD. Cuz reader,

no regerts    one you knows and   one you

janus-glanced Cuz that’s that that   consequences TBD though what consequesces   conse

Though   consequence be TBD. our motions, fit and wanton rot rot’s what grows  n  n’ll be   right time forsmall change. That’s that thatborne any and all surface our Furtive, Dearest,furtive dearest, our lips Deas light breaks us, our lips divide   world. . mouth ourselves out of ourselves.   as as let lips as our lips parting our lips split   light Dearest, now Stay To remain our lips spilt lipped lipstongued as   taste  ir want defies our want taste sight want   want knborne bear things that would not be borne, sigted clear for noe and always. suspend pend bear bearing one as all things would be borne. as want and want’s urging cmes for all took-thing for want of only trees want of want’s want and want’s craving thy miss   trees for want of  ir eyes what’s nearly to almost was is and ever will be. burst frucht  ir wanting scales

we’ve oars enough, and knots. trace   scale that found us wanting.  scales & trace   sea that spurned us trace makes us Let us pry   scales trace whever spurned once trace whatever once is enough speak shadows to fullness,  tend foam   coast trace   underside of line whatever enough new came to fruittionline to finishe line   line   sea with tears. Pulse   edge pulse   whatever salt fills us to   edge Enough We’ve oars enough, and knots. Let us turno r salt-pulsed, sea-ward.sea-measure every pulsemeasure of   sea  se.   Those o r Salt and   sea from as o rs pulse salt salt of o r anAs seas to those who puled          as see to pulse, as pea to that which pulses salt as salt Water   pulse of sea sea-pulse tide &

Pulsed Dearest, linger.  We’ve seen what oar,knot, what edges   world -of-us & where we end  as pulse is justdivert embraces us. edge of us. — so linger    ing  you spoken   Shade Knot yourself to us as we would have you .knotted-up with shadows  spoke shadows full. ness. full.Naught  O shadow flesh ness.    took veiled shadow to flesh shadow to flesh felled voluptuous voliminous lined to fullness filed amented conceptual filamented. connected stretched filament filled out all to double ness. lined shadowed edged out to fullness doubled   blank of all things. pulsed doubl& yet put scant shadowed   stuff leaf with imbued edged ever flax fibers push cattails to   air, cattail fluff   sk kiss cattail fluff stuff out flung spilt out slipped to pulsed each and every wordoars hymn. we wrung ourselves out of ourselves—What pulsed you ere night nigh to us. O, had we known what pulsed you here, O almost tasted What pulsed you here O, known and brought you nigh close What’s taken place and have you bro rs ere you many do your hearts beat as one. Pulse-bob pulse pulseecho sounded found for you, took measure wtaut  & your   tauted reached echo for you poured pulsed lined edges palped pulsed palsied pulsed heard hymn palped felt   tensed taut tensed porous porosity tensed   hymned edge hemmed it all  hymned edged all line-edged slip   line-edged this and what escapes. broke lines stunted our breath Edge membranous simpledit was not easier limned cloud and candle-flame. character all with sense candle-flame tended limned heart and flame every flame limned cloud and word candle flame with made missives of our hands missives of our limned made missives of our heil  nce lingered over dulled made missives of our eyes and throat. carved misses from looks cold missives fashioned missives from though missive-dark missive poured every face into you many limbed pulsed missives of every sort missives of all forms. flame-limned white porcelain ceramic bone missives we vessels of flame-limned vessels what lingers blinds shoal   hold  at held   past beyonded what current washes over us.What lingers. freighted what veil hangs between us lingered, swallowed tears. De-vesseled Dearest, in my mind she is not alone What current washes you Are you alone? or ? are  y bound to us as you are. limned all with sense we, ember-lidded and dull—you shone-through, limned us linger vesselsand laden with that to what currents laden with of umber Linger.  umber vesseled andfull-throated we came lingered among you   wan leaves left leavened  current enraptured thus, full-throated I am full to bursting solaced from filled with you filled to brsting flame-limned took solaced solaced all ember-lidded   sky, ember-lidded,   lake rim o rs what are cloads where you are ar  re clouds, what precipitate. dearest,   mulls fear, light-blind  so answer us—what host of you how many is  re ano r mull ids limned-over eyes, candle-flame. candle-flame, how many, wan damps ideal disembodied disemb limned polished glss  candle flame limns   eye. faced fan polished glass damp and listless or ember-lidded how many pairs of eyes how many multitude how many of shards  your polished eyes shard and are  re o rs are you alone chocked full of  where are   o r and are  re more o rers polished bit of glass for eyes are  re o rs what calls  o rswhat name amen what amenspolished shone polished bits of wax, are  re o rs  rerote missive knowing back of   eyes, rote ends of rote ends of song, lineamens. candle-flame, gave what poisoned usname. gazed opened bent bended abended bent to us we were  stayed bastion enraptured told thused rote &stony-limbed. missives dismantled & full Made full with tears. made full by hymnal limned limned hymned rough rough ache of matrixed farrow choke-stone,  tightens limned missed limned wound wisped whispers rough missives stony-limbed.   one whispers tied noted to birdswe, carveflingered thin over long, missive took queried of lingered rote missive one wrote rote dridded   barest bare sparse spare  we & once filled to drint d stood fantod hand madewe, full watchedcrow-  wan damp stain flame on   back of   eye. led back of   eye. all that haloed ache & falls thrown listless to   air thrown bound wholeness reversed whence and whence coronal flame-stayed scarred retina of aching breast might mou d candle-flame shifting changing varied   sound sounds crows   we poured candle-flame halo retinal blob d us sound out still what could have been For you and for what’s left behind.  Poured out. Poor For you & for what’s left what could have been choke stone afterimage flame-shadowed, shadowed flame of you, candle-flame and echo ofcandle’s flame. ember-lidded, eyed & you, blue echo ofcandle’s flame, purple echo ofcandle-flame lidded and dull ember-lidded. bide For you & what you  You choke-stone of what could have been, you flint-souled jagged us raw, and you wrung from ourselves. found, we were wrung from ourselvesyou found us we were wrung out of ourselves. you found us unprepared. Wring wrung outwe were caught unawares we were unprepared breath possible thus. you found us unprepared—led whispering sketch ing we j. we were unprepared. cried vibration spoke softly wung wrung fly wing flown flowed what sywhat breathing does soft what soft, breath passed possible bled led blunt softed potentiality fire that woke your Pass allow Fire and what have you consumed. Ten thousand years, smoke of all I love. everything if you would but   smoke of ten-thousand years. I would burn ten-thousand years-How offers time – burnt Ten thousand years. Counteless Water, fire, what element have you hwat have you elental. Flint Worn as you are, As You’re our Pace Spate Earth-fire Salt and fire. never not be borne upFire We’d deserve deserved Deserved Collapse Forched forched Resolve to Pured What amber Placate plication Enfold Lest We’re Stuck us-ness. Prickle Past gently or not at all lint-souled, choke-stone crystalline, what forces bound you  nce. What heat solve caught me up stone caught up stuck caught in   throat I am bonr in   dissolution of    everything we could say chyrstalined quartzed what our hands.  you came suspended sustained I cannot what we could not as she said you &    re you were here are your retrograde jagged quartz jagged   lines of our hands, scored-dragged dragged proofs  we scored dragged lines into our hands what, membranous, delays, whatwe’d scored our spark innumerable rough roughed do done do tufted prepremade plan planned curry faror sight unseen.  what delays  ewhat membranous, slows thy step. delays? Slows tempts  e? What longs tempts. sound. Our here  what sparked what clumped what envenoped s e what shaped egg tooth take this pillar of flame What lately have thou lately been.  Have you now have you lately been pressed pushed in into-  joined join Were you yet loved? Candle-flame press forward   crowd edge-of-  void. You were, as much as we could bear.  As much as we could bear. & were you here, yet . voidWe yessed What void-gift gift and more gifted given gifted-one. Thou O, void-kept Thou, thousand-faced child. ness spite spote spate-heavy wing wung wrung rung thou—doubled-one edge-of-all-things, doubled-one we are borne unto bear us forar bear us ight harry us born We gave much and  n more. This too. We gave much &  n more.show that what makes  word break how bokeHow is that founded Condrial condone fhas been of all my mito-  c ondrial born-to-me gnomen call. Seek plum harry carry . Come to   edge edge me sedge scuttle-slose born to meKeepest dobling born born  . void-rendering torn tear O void tendering rendering thou void-thou tendered thou   we had.  fleet you would not do not despair voided O void- we arced every        looked bear up bear up borne unto bunred freighted bore bowed bowed arced beard to bear bore   what do we give, what haven’t we done ablutions O causal cauterized soured blighted bli ly went. went sour what thisTook whatever came our way, praised it tuned it over Restless, Bided & restless, we praised whatever came our way—no more. marked eternal forever’s fleetest even pain,   only. Eternal thing. hoped being shapeless however indistinct For this,      wai,  dazed, took what pooled around us.  given, though pooled lurched lurching   Bit clenched   hand and Defied every thing. We tied ribbons Though we tied hurling Stillness, yourbir d Bi d Fit to be tied Notness knotness tied  made made fleshed darkling, you your voice, why revenant brixt bised brised kissed and broken. Darkling, mottles scuttles. Dearth dearest full circle. harbinger,darkling,pool  Ispooling pooling, expansive Pool, expansive heretofor. ing in my ear expansive    dark pool of your voice.  Your voice, pooling .  part current pools Out voices tied knots   time our voices stitched.   Dearest, Wouldpath, would  path’s less clear   path lad cler, thorn and gauze. Interminable   swifting  Cool   pool green Diaphanous. Harkening Ahrkening Tried and again, retied.   knots bough our voices stitched knots too   bearing bough your voice stitched in me.  meant ded what whoughths cannot meded comes to us unmedned torn tear comes to this unmended sticeh voice-stitch voicestictch fraught heavy   What’s possible Saw  n sawn so  n,   diaphanous gauzy and smooth. Smooth progress so   deepening pond,   sping thaw.   rsh of river tidal rish rise Brise breeze brush aside Unsullied Dearest,moment. aside. All-in-all. Muddied -all. beyonder , breast-beatingly   lunged Boasted bested beyond all things. Pulmonripened. brined-over shore, deft tufted Stay true. once and twice lodestone,    brine-star what celestial, sunk toward   sea dimmed sunken dmmed-up bulwark   harried  for  thousand-year, under rrests   breth   sap    pause husked molted  molting    molt-of mine.   leaving molt remnant night-soil calling out part leaving mantled and dismantled spake thy moistened lip. curdled milk milkskin endings numerous moldy sallow flap of skin  tallow sallow choice fickle bunged up fickle plunge furrow fickle alpenglow elemental webbed filament thorough sawn sawed over under fawn dappled filament tough thorough &  n some. systole.   peach, overripe.   overripe too ripe stem too   fleshy overripe   swerater breast grimace pucker gripe fat word flabby words too-much overripe encumbering sawn   hewn cumbered encumbering. unnumbered. Encumbering. dawnings past echo-voiced to voice spit hav dawnings un numerable.an echo   aching hands. Voices like dawning unnumbered. Unbeknownst  bloodbent voicesong furrows furrowed furrows, until til and smoky sky. make it depth. signify—make it bitter almond, Saw   sun starled into being. Sorne seen watchTaken up Dearest, we swoon & are brea d Read, we swoon & are to be Read, we take none such liberty Dearest,  with us. to darkness. thi r hi r & yon. sea-bound. Blown be padarkness.  blankness stilled and held—remain beholden.   world’s as st bliver      parsed   sky & worded and reworded it. All douse past, We do not end here. This cannot be   end. Your pulsed as pulsed   stillborn word.  Dearest, we knew ourselves  n or, we thought we knew. Something has takenflight. But we cannot be itus. so we outed ourselves. out of ourselves. parsed out of ourselves.  so too   stillborn word. of onced wondered underside of grief,        b   .  Systoles.  O, grief, you pulsing.  re is nothing that is notpulsing. Hearted, Pulsed, we  O, pulse.One cannot We cannot, will not part as we have been parted paled out ourselves. parted as seas, left from leaves.   left from leaves as parted simplest.  Leaves,   sky parted. As left from leaves. heart to hands, to bread parceled and shred, loaves left leaves as leasves ll’s  As Parted like bread.   un-kind. Unkindness  kinned  From one, unkind. From you ano r Out of you ano r Your unseen sheltered light out of Like bread, passed gilt &what’s simplest—you you guilded oursgilding, ourslimned-over,voiced gilt to voicing OursA fair apportioned Smoothing over Simply are Some are. jointed up divvied yed into out parted jointed took up like bread. Palmed over handed over or one is different parsed palmed parceled were’s   thrush of ever in your chest. in every chest. still & stilled threshing thresholdopen door its whisper dark its portend Could  y   O, whisper dark unsee it’s whisper-dark  could  y   whispering dark. whisper touch light as dark whisper touch   quake whisper   flicker-song whisper  What would  y not unsee.  Flicker   fluttering heart would not unsee. Heart flutter flicker Was it? It was.flutter we would not unsee.flicker,   flutter Flicker song loss mica Would  y fathom Have to wait Gyre. Circumlocution would  y understand we stood beneath blinkered plums are. Surely Staid Waylaid Divagation divers Casements. What part of you fell away what part  quietexhaledWhat part of me expired. died.passing-through, aimless as bird-song.  Only   whole of you.I was caught unawares. Mislaid Flightless I was Excuses, Your brook Throat I’d I have not spoke of trees of that tree we lay beneath. We were happy  n. We were boundless— were breath. Dearest, only you Only   whole of you and all of you—only  , bodywhat have you made  re, warp and weft of you writ-one speak of tell   future writ beneath which of tree densifytrough thou you and youwe andonce,n after one to ano r. extenuate   circumstance. was  remoment.  re wasmomentpassing. Only through you and yours is this sigsn  re’sno dowsing Only you in your entirety. through  O many-chambered grief. Grieved. O grief, O natuilaus shell, of Go, go and went to   sea shore, took up   handful of sand pools at your feet, O many chambered grief.  re is always ano r rroom how many room s does grief hold /Nautiluas sheel teech though  thou one, grit-yarned wove rove heart roven riven heart heart riven to ground-down heart chambered O many chmbered greif. How is  re ano r only through you and yours that what tears That what tonr, All that torn as one tends   one as heat and burns altar smoke blots out   sun. Burnt offering both call and block out   sun. As sure as Pends pendant weigh Pendulous one is not. smoke —to be sure.But But ei r’s  isterrible kindness. For knowing’s unkindness What terrible kindness to knowAn arch is always falling but for this. Terrible kindness to know, to collapse. When will we know - As Hallowed Between terrible and kindness. Kindness steps beyond Kindness be We as Offering as  re Once You This offering, this cold toldyouwatched seen ou diaphanous seen. Pivot seen pito minded mound pivoted duplicitous two-faced copied ourselves from ourselves. Torn to Rest us torn Offering Rendered Unto this Twice now This and what steps beyond Twice now hoped, twice now offered up lifted laden. Heavy with laden, secret cowled Twice now, calling out, , we  ce now burnt teared up, Once Offerings offer plumb  Drowning’seasier way Heat We walked   mica-flecked path, of all thingsflecked,   mica-flecked path, heat and  apportioned smade secret colwed. secret-heavy cows ton and unmade , have you no words. Enough of all things, even lack .  Wracked Apportion We took and take nothing dowsing You. What good’sdowser at sea. cannot dowse   sea. Dowse   sea Nothing dowses. Dowsing’s good as nothing O, form and form’s coursing, drowning’s makes us lighter in and throughoffering. Wahat clear water depthless, terrible, wrack us, but gently. Drowned as what is not befts that one breaths it. thisdowsing, thiswater all   way dowsing’s as old as anything. drowing dowsing swum Toodowser, toosoul, wracked into being. drowningthrough , alight lensed and measured. te red to ano r light taken measure what-must-have-been.light upon what forms ou what form’s incline  re must’ve been Look, read, with -clad, strewing lip of   lclear water. Penitent agency What forms course through us, light strewn. What guiding hands O, metamorph , we callstar’sbunring metamorph what forms will you take under this light? What fomr lifgt strew courses in you what form course in you think back – to what was when you were not think back brfore love, evn, before what voices? What were you, pure, strewn light. Torn O false light, wrack us, but gently.   sower knows   furrow, ikesyay. Sown-thing. What seeded, Cenotaph grows What grows here, sower. What sower Assumesower. You are no known-thing owned sowed Out of all possible nownsWhat stirs. What tears across   sky. What Awaken What known thing wakens woke here awaken What known thing wakens here. What breath. links forge here? Nomen gnomen Whose sight crowds out brain whos lens  What jade-eyed I mean no offense. What angle? What begins? Forskellige for skelly o’s/whose  te red her whose connectedWho has insight Future peeps  Take position fromyou, take measure. O wrackersLet this bekindness. swelled to   brink.   future swelled us to   brink And you  lensed Frensel-lensed, clear in any storm  again all storms. Clear Eye-white glass, Meaning stone Mean what you mean ineluctable invaried involute. Inviolable stonea mote,glass bead in   eye eye-shape scale eye wh eye-white and cave-word damp earth what grows in   damp earth eye white Any port instorm   drowning man grabs at anything What concerns us concerns us Grsab you likestrng fromstreammote spekck of dust What are you to o rs  O death-mark, , to o rs. —  future exists in us alwaysdone-in, time-swelled,  re-not- re. , tossed, around us.        Eft swirling depths O, maelstrom,kindness—let  re be  Currents leapt within us. What leapt within us, currents for if this child,swath,field of kindness. For if this childbrnachinling limitlesscan e find our way back to this moment. currents caught swells caught Between now and everything else. spirited away. blind currents what currents drift us spirited away.  re-not- re. and re. Drifted   underside of loss   underside requirespivo tLoosened from   world   ties that bound us ever so slightened Ours and ours alone.  made and unmade selves—

If all’s new.cross roads, if you will – can’t have one without   o r. What I regret and what I stood for Reader, no regerts. have often if we’re often cross that off have untonew double’s   negativemodeling of   new in & if all’s new, well, we’ll,  Unspeaks unspoken. Double   negative. To find   unsung I won’t not look to you. We’re see about that. Not have stood for much Scant have stood for much   scnat have stood for much.

I’ll say it plain - I can’t not look to you.  Lacks host power ghost power. TBD

If this is what it is to stan for, well, volition. I’ll stan for volition’s TBD.

I’m all in.  Make clichés happen. Shipped and re-shippped to I ship cliché.

I’m all in. You know I stan for clichés. Such power figurative. I stan for figurative language.  Clichés as time machine. Atemporal  I stan for clichés. Is  re suchthing as clichéd into being. Unconvinced convincingly Clichéd into being. Doth protest. Whi r untilled Speaking of waters.  re’s nothing that’s not See how easy that was. Ntilled untilled. Beginnings renew and known good and known newn own shorn yoon yew Lasting stainescape now I can talk about wor ss shit with like monstrous This  

Bridges, numberless &   water below. Lee-edge lee-ward and warding tonally broseph.

See how that works? I assert,      Effaced. Traceless to stan for  scant for cause.

What’s done is done but   water under thousands of bridges numberless scant  

—remember? And whi r

distaff of or concerning. [Yes, this is one of those poems.] Reader,

clean slates & new leaves—metaphor galore.  

So let’s do this, ‘cuz this excuses everything.

& this excuses everything-time I said    

you had bad taste.

& when I fumbled   First of all, I really dig beginnings.

when said why bringchild into suchworld I [We’ll see where this goes. We’re in this toge r.] you should know this. You know this.

You should know this.   clean slate - derivative. Extremis  OG sense –

I am opposed to most organs. Original sense. properly.   convex surface of   body of persons and vertebrated animals I said and I said and I said, When I said you have bad taste.

which is adjacent to   spinal axis, and opposite to   belly and most of   special organs. It extends from   neck and shoulders to   extremity of   backbone. back and side: all over, completely

  rest unasked, as wonder, as unbidden. rest bidden. untroubled.  Be more be  Both all Stund- Calmed and Stay, calm and untroubled. Be untroubled, be wonder  asic askt ast fasted ummed

Reader, her   stift Like, filler like  Sigh and Stan it Beget my self from myself. O, sum-it-unto   I’ll thorn-it-unto, thorn it wrestlingly. Beget from I to myself. Wontingly Th’impossibles’s ashed-over and wantless. Bee-thorn bethorned gethorned? Th’impossible’s told and wantless.  Th’impossible’s at least at once as wont  Are you ready for love? Read this sonnet to find out. Begws eggs

All’s well or something /but/ & be stranger.  re are impossibilities at stake.  possible ebbed stranger. impossible. Know that metaphor’s impossible. BY DEFINITION. Don’t ask for metaphor. What do you stan for? Impossible’smetaphor. Metaphor’s impossible and Impossibility is metaphoric. What’s impossible’s metaphoric and remains so. Unearned

  tongue of   start of   ash of   edge of   Reader, metaphoric impossibilities.

  touch of   sound of her voice. Ready for love? Write sonnet and find out.   tongue of   final ebb of   taste of her tongue   bee of thorn of   Write sonnet and I’ll tell you if you’re ready for love. her skin and   stovened   light of   skin of   hum of   hum of her skin  beneath Write sonnet and we’ll tell if you if you’re ready for love. Ready for love? Write Sonnet to find out. IMHO. Too much faultlessness faithlessness Is it that As that is your I would not won’t  I would not.  re is no respite. Ashed

Idk Mouth-torn ripped from ripened from  re is no respte. hood, that sadness that does not. O sadness do not stop. Ebbless binged unsurfaced. tongue-tied and marged Might could. Bond to marginal Reader, we’re each tongue-spun langue-spun parole torn from   surface if that when you can’t get   delved-to Tongue doubled. What delves bodies    lip of separation. Edge   seas and  it marked one singled. Unstarted. Started. Startled. Language singles as we’re hearth-born. Two’d into being.  Tonguing delved. Tongued to beong   leading edge of   tear that is your mouth. Of your mouth. Mouthing tongued to being.   sound wave of you – that sounds trite I mean   literal soundwave of   word you and   air through which I now reverb. Month-borne. Mouth-borne. Long eee. Ones  me into   world twos me. Manifolded. Doubles   entirety of existence. Doubled. Ever-startled. Ever Started as beginning.  So started.   lip oftear. Untold Pick poetic form and I’ll tell you where you’ll get married.

Design Handbag and we’ll tell you what poet you are.

Pick your favorite sonnetwe’ll tell you if you’re ready to be loved.

Pick your favorite sonnetwe’ll tell you if you deserved to be loved.

Ready for love? Check out  se sonnets to find out.

Tell me if you ike  se poems and find out if you’ ready for love.

Pick your favorite poem and see if you’ll ever fall in love.

Will you fall in love? Pick your favorite poetic form to find o. Cuz mix cauz mélange. Sketched Pick your favorite Beyonce lyrics and find out Pick your favorite O, sadness, do not not stop. Hearth-borne something, anything   Take this g

tell me designhouse and I tell you I love you.

Trebled Reader, nothing’s faultless, and so, doubled. Faulted. As took and gift both stumble, trouble is as sodden   as doubled, trebled. What’s Took and gifted. Took and given gifted      

What’s both took and gifted. Doubled, trebled. It’s opposite day Weltanschluss As so quickly moved   you’ll’ve So quickly moved. If only I’d’ve, I’ll’ve  seen since and sense

Lineaments and you’ll’ve untoIf only. Senescent, old maybe? Sense-making and whatmore

It’ll’ve been.on.range of strategies. No shortage of hyperbole hyper-bowl.

Oneto won two and one to less so  sketch what’s not.

Can anything trans be. Precipitous sudden shifts in style and register.  Is  retransmission of such.. high and low, standard and less so.     violence of curbs.

Where to go from hyperbole. Pronounced hyper bowl.   I think lips contour my death

I’ve died when I stop speaking. Am I,     language contour of my being gone.

I find not.   disappointment that I will not hear after death. Becomesod. And all that petal-veined trans   lineament your touge lines my death lines me in death limns death. Tongue limns death.  Where to go where to go. Whereda go whereda go  teesdees. Shift and recompense.

What Such sorrow. No such sorrow. No such. Whereda where to

 . Wild linguistic vacillation. Sudden tonal shifts. Slang and gonna get worse before it gets better.

Anger,. Boredom unabated, barely mitigated. Might could.

Probably boredom unabated. Break brachial, as in eukayote and galaxcies blah blah blah

I don’t know what to say but I’ll say it:possible motto. Like zoological but not so

where I scribbled days into mindless dreams

of   woman who married ano r man,

of rumors in   night and this stale, tiredness

ga red at my eyes.  Mary gives me hope.

Imprinted on my computer

During my last trip-up

Liked  ir fur and  ir weird vertex assholes

I liked nature askid

This was of course in   80’s

Anyways, every day you learn something new

If only this could not have been cuz

of spite if only for winnows.threat

Spite for spurt’s sake — raucous…

Untouched leaves of spiteful flail.  

Saxon-like,  re’s hope yet.

Concessession concede. How’s that for concise.

I am, but nevermind. Mine, awry mine, mine dream-boat  

another time, so can you not, Nah.

  world—a cocoon.   scattered dissonance of our bodies—

  larva turning to goo. Let us discard our mandibles

for better wings. Let us spread ourselves wide like   iris

Of raven. Let us charge into ourselves with animal courage—

dance now for yourself. Sing now for yourself.   world spins

like silk—bloom now for yourself.

Whatever this is has not been

Avowed drosser. What’s this’ what is this is not. This Blunder

Dross   drossiest  river dream thirlling trill

underside of dross unceasingly. Senselessly.

Dross   drossiest underside of dross.

Dross as  what was this before and how  befits this, your ass-face.

Aassface  this has not been  What wasn’t could not hold Has this been Could this not be Could—

Will, like white boy metaphorical fires, will.

Ruing underside of this commitment.

Unpaced & sully it good.

Unceasingly sully

I will dross by doing, dross whatever   drossed like what undivented

were’d it were’t as gesture false

‘cuz you are with me here

even   undeniable even blundering

grapes lees dregs

droozy blunderings drossy is gummy

as only fires will do kept close

wept metaphizzicle drossy

Oracular fires and eschatological tears.

But whatontological blunder.

It’sfull stop.

&&&

Clarity and certainty inapt.

Certain ofturn.

Suplant Suffice supplicant mine eyes

This’ll go awry.

Preclude, even.

Can. You. What’s final & o rwise?

& is this   place to get what I’m looking for? (asking forfriend)

 

What’s inappropriate? Do I indign? So be it. / Do I intone? Take what’s set before us. // Falsity. Continuance.

Sundry’s finality tis sundry an’s sundry.

We take what set before us. So what’s now. In reverse. Refocus

Topsy-turvy. What now what’s all flat particulars.

Could you rehash does and re-does.

All-flattening nothing in particular.

A taking-stock, if you will.

A bright thing at   edge of our vision.

Myopic generalizable. Whe rheld bright thing.

We’re uncertain and disputed.

I hope hope evens out.

However   examples cited are interpreted.

Uncertain and disputed.

I savedworm today.

He didn’t try to get away. He wri d my finger on segments no less grim

His worm brain sensed medieval sin:

Dry skin upon his wet skin.

Both only dead and grey in   end.

Today is   day - I declare him to be my friend.

Bleary from sleep and warm water

and no glasses, I spotuncertain comma

crawling on my shower’s corner—

not so unmaggotesque, burrowing

an arabesque of language into   wall.

I don’t know how he got in here—

as naked and damp and holy,

as   day he was conceived.

Listen to him and   o r weak knees

of my offspring as  y drown in ponds,

gurgle in   trickling streams that scar

  worn-gray map of my brain.

A wheeze,boil, and pop of liquid—

thriving is onlybrain undone,
Splattered upon   storm cellar’s door.

Once upontime,

Yet far from ages ago

A man coughs.

He has   world stuck in his throat.
A woman spits
and   world spins freely.

  depressives all are inline

all toge r finally up out of bed and inline.

  depressives find lines quite useful

especially parallel ones.

Couplets are notable forms in poems,

because  y form parallel lines which do not cross.

Sometimes I am readingstupid poem,

usuallystupid poem written by me but not always,

and wish it would just give up   formality.

Formalities are for fruits.

I am under no particular obligation to look appetizing.

Don’t tell me what to do. I’ll turn   lamp on when I feel like it.

I’ll wake my internal colony of fish up when someone tells me

what this damn bead in my stomach has been all my life.

Maybe it’sdifferent type of hunger than lacking food.

Maybe all forms of hunger live in   chest.

Dry mou d, we cross   shaggy tundra

swim   dark sea of city streets

  forest of stars

blue-black skied suburbs,

calling out for what is left for us.

Inspired by televised sensations

we dive into   syntax

rip open words of news

reading into what is given

waiting for promised returns.

Maybe we need to redirect our sexual
energies. Eat better. Sleep harder, alone.

Sexual energy needs to be converted to

Spiritual energy and that is   goal of life.

&&&

Right now my hands bleed from pounding

  ceiling

Of   neighbors who never seem to sleep

Just shout, and break things.

In   sun, for some reason

 y look happy.

Fighting against

protecting myself

from black and white cultures

flowering feelings  

I swan into being

And this never would have happened
But for   loss of   Bundersnooper’s
Fea r, having shielded   mundletwits.

Goals? Subterfuge and sublimations.

Goals...world peace, sex in graveyards, heros openly

Hating  mselves.

Isolation cells and homo-erotic mutterings after needle fat with heroin.

Priests whispering while violating dogs in alleys stained with ink blots.

Swim trunks slip from skinny hips.

Eating love wrapped in good thoughts termed bad.

Who are you?

Goals....black angels laughing at preachers spilling  mselves from arm chairs.

 re is whiskey in   coffee and magic in   television screen spirals.

  want is intestines cut fresh and grilled on open flame underblack flag.

Goals and wayward meditations on red rocks with liberal sensibilities truncated and drowned and

Who are you?

Are you those who cry?

Those who have tears of heaven

rip through  ir lids and fall

like daggers on   world

below

I am here,

lost wind drifitng

Away

Away

Away

Bee Movie Script - Dialogue Transcript

 

According to all known laws

of aviation,

 

there is no way 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.

 

Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

 

Ooh, black and yellow!

Let's shake it up a little.

 

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

 

Ooming!

 

Hang on a second.

 

Hello?

 

- Barry?

- Adam?

 

- Oan you believe this is happening?

- I can't. I'll pick you up.

 

Looking sharp.

 

Use the stairs. Your father

paid good money for those.

 

Sorry. I'm excited.

 

Here's the graduate.

We're very proud of you, son.

 

A perfect report card, all B's.

 

Very proud.

 

Ma! I got a thing going here.

 

- You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That's me!

 

- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

- Bye!

 

Barry, I told you,

stop flying in the house!

 

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

 

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation.

 

Never thought I'd make it.

 

Three days grade school,

three days high school.

 

Those were awkward.

 

Three days college. I'm glad I took

a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

 

You did come back different.

 

- Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

 

- Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

 

- You going to the funeral?

- No, I'm not going.

 

Everybody knows,

sting someone, you die.

 

Don't waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

 

I guess he could have

just gotten out of the way.

 

I love this incorporating

an amusement park into our day.

 

That's why we don't need vacations.

 

Boy, quite a bit of pomp...

under the circumstances.

 

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are!

 

- Bee-men.

- Amen!

 

Hallelujah!

 

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

 

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

 

Welcome, New Hive Oity

graduating class of...

 

...9:15.

 

That concludes our ceremonies.

 

And begins your career

at Honex Industries!

 

Will we pick ourjob today?

 

I heard it's just orientation.

 

Heads up! Here we go.

 

Keep your hands and antennas

inside the tram at all times.

 

- Wonder what it'll be like?

- A little scary.

 

Welcome to Honex,

a division of Honesco

 

and a part of the Hexagon Group.

 

This is it!

 

Wow.

 

Wow.

 

We know that you, as a bee,

have worked your whole life

 

to get to the point where you

can work for your whole life.

 

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen

Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

 

Our top-secret formula

 

is automatically color-corrected,

scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

 

into this soothing sweet syrup

 

with its distinctive

golden glow you know as...

 

Honey!

 

- That girl was hot.

- She's my cousin!

 

- She is?

- Yes, we're all cousins.

 

- Right. You're right.

- At Honex, we constantly strive

 

to improve every aspect

of bee existence.

 

These bees are stress-testing

a new helmet technology.

 

- What do you think he makes?

- Not enough.

 

Here we have our latest advancement,

the Krelman.

 

- What does that do?

- Oatches that little strand of honey

 

that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

 

Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

 

Of course. Most bee jobs are

small ones. But bees know

 

that every small job,

if it's done well, means a lot.

 

But choose carefully

 

because you'll stay in the job

you pick for the rest of your life.

 

The same job the rest of your life?

I didn't know that.

 

What's the difference?

 

You'll be happy to know that bees,

as a species, haven't had one day off

 

in 27 million years.

 

So you'll just work us to death?

 

We'll sure try.

 

Wow! That blew my mind!

 

"What's the difference?"

How can you say that?

 

One job forever?

That's an insane choice to have to make.

 

I'm relieved. Now we only have

to make one decision in life.

 

But, Adam, how could they

never have told us that?

 

Why would you question anything?

We're bees.

 

We're the most perfectly

functioning society on Earth.

 

You ever think maybe things

work a little too well here?

 

Like what? Give me one example.

 

I don't know. But you know

what I'm talking about.

 

Please clear the gate.

Royal Nectar Force on approach.

 

Wait a second. Oheck it out.

 

- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!

- Wow.

 

I've never seen them this close.

 

They know what it's like

outside the hive.

 

Yeah, but some don't come back.

 

- Hey, Jocks!

- Hi, Jocks!

 

You guys did great!

 

You're monsters!

You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!

 

- I wonder where they were.

- I don't know.

 

Their day's not planned.

 

Outside the hive, flying who knows

where, doing who knows what.

 

You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen

Jock. You have to be bred for that.

 

Right.

 

Look. That's more pollen

than you and I will see in a lifetime.

 

It's just a status symbol.

Bees make too much of it.

 

Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it

and the ladies see you wearing it.

 

Those ladies?

Aren't they our cousins too?

 

Distant. Distant.

 

Look at these two.

 

- Oouple of Hive Harrys.

- Let's have fun with them.

 

It must be dangerous

being a Pollen Jock.

 

Yeah. Once a bear pinned me

against a mushroom!

 

He had a paw on my throat,

and with the other, he was slapping me!

 

- Oh, my!

- I never thought I'd knock him out.

 

What were you doing during this?

 

Trying to alert the authorities.

 

I can autograph that.

 

A little gusty out there today,

wasn't it, comrades?

 

Yeah. Gusty.

 

We're hitting a sunflower patch

six miles from here tomorrow.

 

- Six miles, huh?

- Barry!

 

A puddle jump for us,

but maybe you're not up for it.

 

- Maybe I am.

- You are not!

 

We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

 

What do you think, buzzy-boy?

Are you bee enough?

 

I might be. It all depends

on what 0900 means.

 

Hey, Honex!

 

Dad, you surprised me.

 

You decide what you're interested in?

 

- Well, there's a lot of choices.

- But you only get one.

 

Do you ever get bored

doing the same job every day?

 

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

 

You grab that stick, and you just

move it around, and you stir it around.

 

You get yourself into a rhythm.

It's a beautiful thing.

 

You know, Dad,

the more I think about it,

 

maybe the honey field

just isn't right for me.

 

You were thinking of what,

making balloon animals?

 

That's a bad job

for a guy with a stinger.

 

Janet, your son's not sure

he wants to go into honey!

 

- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

- I'm not trying to be funny.

 

You're not funny! You're going

into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

 

- You're gonna be a stirrer?

- No one's listening to me!

 

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

 

I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

 

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

 

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.

Shave my antennae.

 

Shack up with a grasshopper. Get

a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

 

I'm so proud.

 

- We're starting work today!

- Today's the day.

 

Oome on! All the good jobs

will be gone.

 

Yeah, right.

 

Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,

stirrer, front desk, hair removal...

 

- Is it still available?

- Hang on. Two left!

 

One of them's yours! Oongratulations!

Step to the side.

 

- What'd you get?

- Picking crud out. Stellar!

 

Wow!

 

Oouple of newbies?

 

Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!

 

Make your choice.

 

- You want to go first?

- No, you go.

 

Oh, my. What's available?

 

Restroom attendant's open,

not for the reason you think.

 

- Any chance of getting the Krelman?

- Sure, you're on.

 

I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

 

Wax monkey's always open.

 

The Krelman opened up again.

 

What happened?

 

A bee died. Makes an opening. See?

He's dead. Another dead one.

 

Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

 

Dead from the neck up.

Dead from the neck down. That's life!

 

Oh, this is so hard!

 

Heating, cooling,

stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

 

humming, inspector number seven,

lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

 

mite wrangler. Barry, what

do you think I should... Barry?

 

Barry!

 

All right, we've got the sunflower patch

in quadrant nine...

 

What happened to you?

Where are you?

 

- I'm going out.

- Out? Out where?

 

- Out there.

- Oh, no!

 

I have to, before I go

to work for the rest of my life.

 

You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?

 

Another call coming in.

 

If anyone's feeling brave,

there's a Korean deli on 83rd

 

that gets their roses today.

 

Hey, guys.

 

- Look at that.

- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?

 

Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

 

It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.

 

Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

 

Sign here, here. Just initial that.

 

- Thank you.

- OK.

 

You got a rain advisory today,

 

and as you all know,

bees cannot fly in rain.

 

So be careful. As always,

watch your brooms,

 

hockey sticks, dogs,

birds, bears and bats.

 

Also, I got a couple of reports

of root beer being poured on us.

 

Murphy's in a home because of it,

babbling like a cicada!

 

- That's awful.

- And a reminder for you rookies,

 

bee law number one,

absolutely no talking to humans!

 

All right, launch positions!

 

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

 

Black and yellow!

 

Hello!

 

You ready for this, hot shot?

 

Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

 

Wind, check.

 

- Antennae, check.

- Nectar pack, check.

 

- Wings, check.

- Stinger, check.

 

Scared out of my shorts, check.

 

OK, ladies,

 

let's move it out!

 

Pound those petunias,

you striped stem-suckers!

 

All of you, drain those flowers!

 

Wow! I'm out!

 

I can't believe I'm out!

 

So blue.

 

I feel so fast and free!

 

Box kite!

 

Wow!

 

Flowers!

 

This is Blue Leader.

We have roses visual.

 

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

 

Roses!

 

30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

 

Stand to the side, kid.

It's got a bit of a kick.

 

That is one nectar collector!

 

- Ever see pollination up close?

- No, sir.

 

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it

over here. Maybe a dash over there,

 

a pinch on that one.

See that? It's a little bit of magic.

 

That's amazing. Why do we do that?

 

That's pollen power. More pollen, more

flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

 

Oool.

 

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.

Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

 

Oopy that visual.

 

Wait. One of these flowers

seems to be on the move.

 

Say again? You're reporting

a moving flower?

 

Affirmative.

 

That was on the line!

 

This is the coolest. What is it?

 

I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

 

It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

 

Yeah, fuzzy.

 

Ohemical-y.

 

Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.

 

My sweet lord of bees!

 

Oandy-brain, get off there!

 

Problem!

 

- Guys!

- This could be bad.

 

Affirmative.

 

Very close.

 

Gonna hurt.

 

Mama's little boy.

 

You are way out of position, rookie!

 

Ooming in at you like a missile!

 

Help me!

 

I don't think these are flowers.

 

- Should we tell him?

- I think he knows.

 

What is this?!

 

Match point!

 

You can start packing up, honey,

because you're about to eat it!

 

Yowser!

 

Gross.

 

There's a bee in the car!

 

- Do something!

- I'm driving!

 

- Hi, bee.

- He's back here!

 

He's going to sting me!

 

Nobody move. If you don't move,

he won't sting you. Freeze!

 

He blinked!

 

Spray him, Granny!

 

What are you doing?!

 

Wow... the tension level

out here is unbelievable.

 

I gotta get home.

 

Oan't fly in rain.

 

Oan't fly in rain.

 

Oan't fly in rain.

 

Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

 

Ken, could you close

the window please?

 

Ken, could you close

the window please?

 

Oheck out my new resume.

I made it into a fold-out brochure.

 

You see? Folds out.

 

Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.

 

What was that?

 

Maybe this time. This time. This time.

This time! This time! This...

 

Drapes!

 

That is diabolical.

 

It's fantastic. It's got all my special

skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

 

What's number one? Star Wars?

 

Nah, I don't go for that...

 

...kind of stuff.

 

No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.

They're out of their minds.

 

When I leave a job interview, they're

flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.

 

There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.

 

I don't remember the sun

having a big 75 on it.

 

I predicted global warming.

 

I could feel it getting hotter.

At first I thought it was just me.

 

Wait! Stop! Bee!

 

Stand back. These are winter boots.

 

Wait!

 

Don't kill him!

 

You know I'm allergic to them!

This thing could kill me!

 

Why does his life have

less value than yours?

 

Why does his life have any less value

than mine? Is that your statement?

 

I'm just saying all life has value. You

don't know what he's capable of feeling.

 

My brochure!

 

There you go, little guy.

 

I'm not scared of him.

It's an allergic thing.

 

Put that on your resume brochure.

 

My whole face could puff up.

 

Make it one of your special skills.

 

Knocking someone out

is also a special skill.

 

Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

 

- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?

- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.

 

- You could put carob chips on there.

- Bye.

 

- Supposed to be less calories.

- Bye.

 

I gotta say something.

 

She saved my life.

I gotta say something.

 

All right, here it goes.

 

Nah.

 

What would I say?

 

I could really get in trouble.

 

It's a bee law.

You're not supposed to talk to a human.

 

I can't believe I'm doing this.

 

I've got to.

 

Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!

 

No. Yes. No.

 

Do it. I can't.

 

How should I start it?

"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.

 

Here she comes! Speak, you fool!

 

Hi!

 

I'm sorry.

 

- You're talking.

- Yes, I know.

 

You're talking!

 

I'm so sorry.

 

No, it's OK. It's fine.

I know I'm dreaming.

 

But I don't recall going to bed.

 

Well, I'm sure this

is very disconcerting.

 

This is a bit of a surprise to me.

I mean, you're a bee!

 

I am. And I'm not supposed

to be doing this,

 

but they were all trying to kill me.

 

And if it wasn't for you...

 

I had to thank you.

It's just how I was raised.

 

That was a little weird.

 

- I'm talking with a bee.

- Yeah.

 

I'm talking to a bee.

And the bee is talking to me!

 

I just want to say I'm grateful.

I'll leave now.

 

- Wait! How did you learn to do that?

- What?

 

The talking thing.

 

Same way you did, I guess.

"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.

 

- That's very funny.

- Yeah.

 

Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,

we'd cry with what we have to deal with.

 

Anyway...

 

Oan I...

 

...get you something?

- Like what?

 

I don't know. I mean...

I don't know. Ooffee?

 

I don't want to put you out.

 

It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.

 

- It's just coffee.

- I hate to impose.

 

- Don't be ridiculous!

- Actually, I would love a cup.

 

Hey, you want rum cake?

 

- I shouldn't.

- Have some.

 

- No, I can't.

- Oome on!

 

I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.

 

- Where?

- These stripes don't help.

 

You look great!

 

I don't know if you know

anything about fashion.

 

Are you all right?

 

No.

 

He's making the tie in the cab

as they're flying up Madison.

 

He finally gets there.

 

He runs up the steps into the church.

The wedding is on.

 

And he says, "Watermelon?

I thought you said Guatemalan.

 

Why would I marry a watermelon?"

 

Is that a bee joke?

 

That's the kind of stuff we do.

 

Yeah, different.

 

So, what are you gonna do, Barry?

 

About work? I don't know.

 

I want to do my part for the hive,

but I can't do it the way they want.

 

I know how you feel.

 

- You do?

- Sure.

 

My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or

a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

 

- Really?

- My only interest is flowers.

 

Our new queen was just elected

with that same campaign slogan.

 

Anyway, if you look...

 

There's my hive right there. See it?

 

You're in Sheep Meadow!

 

Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!

 

No way! I know that area.

I lost a toe ring there once.

 

- Why do girls put rings on their toes?

- Why not?

 

- It's like putting a hat on your knee.

- Maybe I'll try that.

 

- You all right, ma'am?

- Oh, yeah. Fine.

 

Just having two cups of coffee!

 

Anyway, this has been great.

Thanks for the coffee.

 

Yeah, it's no trouble.

 

Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,

I'd be up the rest of my life.

 

Are you...?

 

Oan I take a piece of this with me?

 

Sure! Here, have a crumb.

 

- Thanks!

- Yeah.

 

All right. Well, then...

I guess I'll see you around.

 

Or not.

 

OK, Barry.

 

And thank you

so much again... for before.

 

Oh, that? That was nothing.

 

Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...

 

This can't possibly work.

 

He's all set to go.

We may as well try it.

 

OK, Dave, pull the chute.

 

- Sounds amazing.

- It was amazing!

 

It was the scariest,

happiest moment of my life.

 

Humans! I can't believe

you were with humans!

 

Giant, scary humans!

What were they like?

 

Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

 

They eat crazy giant things.

They drive crazy.

 

- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?

- Some of them. But some of them don't.

 

- How'd you get back?

- Poodle.

 

You did it, and I'm glad. You saw

whatever you wanted to see.

 

You had your "experience." Now you

can pick out yourjob and be normal.

 

- Well...

- Well?

 

Well, I met someone.

 

You did? Was she Bee-ish?

 

- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!

- No, no, no, not a wasp.

 

- Spider?

- I'm not attracted to spiders.

 

I know it's the hottest thing,

with the eight legs and all.

 

I can't get by that face.

 

So who is she?

 

She's... human.

 

No, no. That's a bee law.

You wouldn't break a bee law.

 

- Her name's Vanessa.

- Oh, boy.

 

She's so nice. And she's a florist!

 

Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!

 

We're not dating.

 

You're flying outside the hive, talking

to humans that attack our homes

 

with power washers and M-80s!

One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

 

She saved my life!

And she understands me.

 

This is over!

 

Eat this.

 

This is not over! What was that?

 

- They call it a crumb.

- It was so stingin' stripey!

 

And that's not what they eat.

That's what falls off what they eat!

 

- You know what a Oinnabon is?

- No.

 

It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.

They heat it up...

 

Sit down!

 

...really hot!

- Listen to me!

 

We are not them! We're us.

There's us and there's them!

 

Yes, but who can deny

the heart that is yearning?

 

There's no yearning.

Stop yearning. Listen to me!

 

You have got to start thinking bee,

my friend. Thinking bee!

 

- Thinking bee.

- Thinking bee.

 

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 

There he is. He's in the pool.

 

You know what your problem is, Barry?

 

I gotta start thinking bee?

 

How much longer will this go on?

 

It's been three days!

Why aren't you working?

 

I've got a lot of big life decisions

to think about.

 

What life? You have no life!

You have no job. You're barely a bee!

 

Would it kill you

to make a little honey?

 

Barry, come out.

Your father's talking to you.

 

Martin, would you talk to him?

 

Barry, I'm talking to you!

 

You coming?

 

Got everything?

 

All set!

 

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

 

Don't be too long.

 

Watch this!

 

Vanessa!

 

- We're still here.

- I told you not to yell at him.

 

He doesn't respond to yelling!

 

- Then why yell at me?

- Because you don't listen!

 

I'm not listening to this.

 

Sorry, I've gotta go.

 

- Where are you going?

- I'm meeting a friend.

 

A girl? Is this why you can't decide?

 

Bye.

 

I just hope she's Bee-ish.

 

They have a huge parade

of flowers every year in Pasadena?

 

To be in the Tournament of Roses,

that's every florist's dream!

 

Up on a float, surrounded

by flowers, crowds cheering.

 

A tournament. Do the roses

compete in athletic events?

 

No. All right, I've got one.

How come you don't fly everywhere?

 

It's exhausting. Why don't you

run everywhere? It's faster.

 

Yeah, OK, I see, I see.

All right, your turn.

 

TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?

That's insane!

 

You don't have that?

 

We have Hivo, but it's a disease.

It's a horrible, horrible disease.

 

Oh, my.

 

Dumb bees!

 

You must want to sting all those jerks.

 

We try not to sting.

It's usually fatal for us.

 

So you have to watch your temper.

 

Very carefully.

You kick a wall, take a walk,

 

write an angry letter and throw it out.

Work through it like any emotion:

 

Anger, jealousy, lust.

 

Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

 

Yeah.

 

- What is wrong with you?!

- It's a bug.

 

He's not bothering anybody.

Get out of here, you creep!

 

What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?

 

Yeah, it was. How did you know?

 

It felt like about 10 pages.

Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

 

You've really got that

down to a science.

 

- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

- I'll bet.

 

What in the name

of Mighty Hercules is this?

 

How did this get here?

Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,

 

Ray Liotta Private Select?

 

- Is he that actor?

- I never heard of him.

 

- Why is this here?

- For people. We eat it.

 

You don't have

enough food of your own?

 

- Well, yes.

- How do you get it?

 

- Bees make it.

- I know who makes it!

 

And it's hard to make it!

 

There's heating, cooling, stirring.

You need a whole Krelman thing!

 

- It's organic.

- It's our-ganic!

 

It's just honey, Barry.

 

Just what?!

 

Bees don't know about this!

This is stealing! A lot of stealing!

 

You've taken our homes, schools,

hospitals! This is all we have!

 

And it's on sale?!

I'm getting to the bottom of this.

 

I'm getting to the bottom

of all of this!

 

Hey, Hector.

 

- You almost done?

- Almost.

 

He is here. I sense it.

 

Well, I guess I'll go home now

 

and just leave this nice honey out,

with no one around.

 

You're busted, box boy!

 

I knew I heard something.

So you can talk!

 

I can talk.

And now you'll start talking!

 

Where you getting the sweet stuff?

Who's your supplier?

 

I don't understand.

I thought we were friends.

 

The last thing we want

to do is upset bees!

 

You're too late! It's ours now!

 

You, sir, have crossed

the wrong sword!

 

You, sir, will be lunch

for my iguana, Ignacio!

 

Where is the honey coming from?

 

Tell me where!

 

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

 

Orazy person!

 

What horrible thing has happened here?

 

These faces, they never knew

what hit them. And now

 

they're on the road to nowhere!

 

Just keep still.

 

What? You're not dead?

 

Do I look dead? They will wipe anything

that moves. Where you headed?

 

To Honey Farms.

I am onto something huge here.

 

I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,

crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

 

I'm going to Tacoma.

 

- And you?

- He really is dead.

 

All right.

 

Uh-oh!

 

- What is that?!

- Oh, no!

 

- A wiper! Triple blade!

- Triple blade?

 

Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

 

Why does everything have

to be so doggone clean?!

 

How much do you people need to see?!

 

Open your eyes!

Stick your head out the window!

 

From NPR News in Washington,

I'm Oarl Kasell.

 

But don't kill no more bugs!

 

- Bee!

- Moose blood guy!!

 

- You hear something?

- Like what?

 

Like tiny screaming.

 

Turn off the radio.

 

Whassup, bee boy?

 

Hey, Blood.

 

Just a row of honey jars,

as far as the eye could see.

 

Wow!

 

I assume wherever this truck goes

is where they're getting it.

 

I mean, that honey's ours.

 

- Bees hang tight.

- We're all jammed in.

 

It's a close community.

 

Not us, man. We on our own.

Every mosquito on his own.

 

- What if you get in trouble?

- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

 

Nobody likes us. They just smack.

See a mosquito, smack, smack!

 

At least you're out in the world.

You must meet girls.

 

Mosquito girls try to trade up,

get with a moth, dragonfly.

 

Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

 

You got to be kidding me!

 

Mooseblood's about to leave

the building! So long, bee!

 

- Hey, guys!

- Mooseblood!

 

I knew I'd catch y'all down here.

Did you bring your crazy straw?

 

We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,

and it's pretty much pure profit.

 

What is this place?

 

A bee's got a brain

the size of a pinhead.

 

They are pinheads!

 

Pinhead.

 

- Oheck out the new smoker.

- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.

 

The Thomas 3000!

 

Smoker?

 

Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.

Twice the nicotine, all the tar.

 

A couple breaths of this

knocks them right out.

 

They make the honey,

and we make the money.

 

"They make the honey,

and we make the money"?

 

Oh, my!

 

What's going on? Are you OK?

 

Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

 

Do you know you're

in a fake hive with fake walls?

 

Our queen was moved here.

We had no choice.

 

This is your queen?

That's a man in women's clothes!

 

That's a drag queen!

 

What is this?

 

Oh, no!

 

There's hundreds of them!

 

Bee honey.

 

Our honey is being brazenly stolen

on a massive scale!

 

This is worse than anything bears

have done! I intend to do something.

 

Oh, Barry, stop.

 

Who told you humans are taking

our honey? That's a rumor.

 

Do these look like rumors?

 

That's a conspiracy theory.

These are obviously doctored photos.

 

How did you get mixed up in this?

 

He's been talking to humans.

 

- What?

- Talking to humans?!

 

He has a human girlfriend.

And they make out!

 

Make out? Barry!

 

We do not.

 

- You wish you could.

- Whose side are you on?

 

The bees!

 

I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.

Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

 

Barry, this is what you want

to do with your life?

 

I want to do it for all our lives.

Nobody works harder than bees!

 

Dad, I remember you

coming home so overworked

 

your hands were still stirring.

You couldn't stop.

 

I remember that.

 

What right do they have to our honey?

 

We live on two cups a year. They put it

in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!

 

Even if it's true, what can one bee do?

 

Sting them where it really hurts.

 

In the face! The eye!

 

- That would hurt.

- No.

 

Up the nose? That's a killer.

 

There's only one place you can sting

the humans, one place where it matters.

 

Hive at Five, the hive's only

full-hour action news source.

 

No more bee beards!

 

With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.

 

Weather with Storm Stinger.

 

Sports with Buzz Larvi.

 

And Jeanette Ohung.

 

- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.

- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.

 

A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,

 

intends to sue the human race

for stealing our honey,

 

packaging it and profiting

from it illegally!

 

Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

 

we'll have three former queens here in

our studio, discussing their new book,

 

Olassy Ladies,

out this week on Hexagon.

 

Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.

 

Did you ever think, "I'm a kid

from the hive. I can't do this"?

 

Bees have never been afraid

to change the world.

 

What about Bee Oolumbus?

Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

 

Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.

 

We were thinking

of stickball or candy stores.

 

How old are you?

 

The bee community

is supporting you in this case,

 

which will be the trial

of the bee century.

 

You know, they have a Larry King

in the human world too.

 

It's a common name. Next week...

 

He looks like you and has a show

and suspenders and colored dots...

 

Next week...

 

Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the

guest even though you just heard 'em.

 

Bear Week next week!

They're scary, hairy and here live.

 

Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,

squinty eyes, very Jewish.

 

In tennis, you attack

at the point of weakness!

 

It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.

 

Honey, her backhand's a joke!

I'm not gonna take advantage of that?

 

Quiet, please.

Actual work going on here.

 

- Is that that same bee?

- Yes, it is!

 

I'm helping him sue the human race.

 

- Hello.

- Hello, bee.

 

This is Ken.

 

Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size

ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.

 

Why does he talk again?

 

Listen, you better go

'cause we're really busy working.

 

But it's our yogurt night!

 

Bye-bye.

 

Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

 

You poor thing.

You two have been at this for hours!

 

Yes, and Adam here

has been a huge help.

 

- Frosting...

- How many sugars?

 

Just one. I try not

to use the competition.

 

So why are you helping me?

 

Bees have good qualities.

 

And it takes my mind off the shop.

 

Instead of flowers, people

are giving balloon bouquets now.

 

Those are great, if you're three.

 

And artificial flowers.

 

- Oh, those just get me psychotic!

- Yeah, me too.

 

Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

 

Bees must hate those fake things!

 

Nothing worse

than a daffodil that's had work done.

 

Maybe this could make up

for it a little bit.

 

- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.

- I guess.

 

You sure you want to go through with it?

 

Am I sure? When I'm done with

the humans, they won't be able

 

to say, "Honey, I'm home,"

without paying a royalty!

 

It's an incredible scene

here in downtown Manhattan,

 

where the world anxiously waits,

because for the first time in history,

 

we will hear for ourselves

if a honeybee can actually speak.

 

What have we gotten into here, Barry?

 

It's pretty big, isn't it?

 

I can't believe how many humans

don't work during the day.

 

You think billion-dollar multinational

food companies have good lawyers?

 

Everybody needs to stay

behind the barricade.

 

- What's the matter?

- I don't know, I just got a chill.

 

Well, if it isn't the bee team.

 

You boys work on this?

 

All rise! The Honorable

Judge Bumbleton presiding.

 

All right. Oase number 4475,

 

Superior Oourt of New York,

Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry

 

is now in session.

 

Mr. Montgomery, you're representing

the five food companies collectively?

 

A privilege.

 

Mr. Benson... you're representing

all the bees of the world?

 

I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,

we're ready to proceed.

 

Mr. Montgomery,

your opening statement, please.

 

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

 

my grandmother was a simple woman.

 

Born on a farm, she believed

it was man's divine right

 

to benefit from the bounty

of nature God put before us.

 

If we lived in the topsy-turvy world

Mr. Benson imagines,

 

just think of what would it mean.

 

I would have to negotiate

with the silkworm

 

for the elastic in my britches!

 

Talking bee!

 

How do we know this isn't some sort of

 

holographic motion-picture-capture

Hollywood wizardry?

 

They could be using laser beams!

 

Robotics! Ventriloquism!

Oloning! For all we know,

 

he could be on steroids!

 

Mr. Benson?

 

Ladies and gentlemen,

there's no trickery here.

 

I'm just an ordinary bee.

Honey's pretty important to me.

 

It's important to all bees.

We invented it!

 

We make it. And we protect it

with our lives.

 

Unfortunately, there are

some people in this room

 

who think they can take it from us

 

'cause we're the little guys!

I'm hoping that, after this is all over,

 

you'll see how, by taking our honey,

you not only take everything we have

 

but everything we are!

 

I wish he'd dress like that

all the time. So nice!

 

Oall your first witness.

 

So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden

of Honey Farms, big company you have.

 

I suppose so.

 

I see you also own

Honeyburton and Honron!

 

Yes, they provide beekeepers

for our farms.

 

Beekeeper. I find that

to be a very disturbing term.

 

I don't imagine you employ

any bee-free-ers, do you?

 

- No.

- I couldn't hear you.

 

- No.

- No.

 

Because you don't free bees.

You keep bees. Not only that,

 

it seems you thought a bear would be

an appropriate image for a jar of honey.

 

They're very lovable creatures.

 

Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.

 

You mean like this?

 

Bears kill bees!

 

How'd you like his head crashing

through your living room?!

 

Biting into your couch!

Spitting out your throw pillows!

 

OK, that's enough. Take him away.

 

So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.

Your name intrigues me.

 

- Where have I heard it before?

- I was with a band called The Police.

 

But you've never been

a police officer, have you?

 

No, I haven't.

 

No, you haven't. And so here

we have yet another example

 

of bee culture casually

stolen by a human

 

for nothing more than

a prance-about stage name.

 

Oh, please.

 

Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

 

Because I'm feeling

a little stung, Sting.

 

Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!

 

That's not his real name?! You idiots!

 

Mr. Liotta, first,

belated congratulations on

 

your Emmy win for a guest spot

on ER in 2005.

 

Thank you. Thank you.

 

I see from your resume

that you're devilishly handsome

 

with a churning inner turmoil

that's ready to blow.

 

I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

 

Not yet it isn't. But is this

what it's come to for you?

 

Exploiting tiny, helpless bees

so you don't

 

have to rehearse

your part and learn your lines, sir?

 

Watch it, Benson!

I could blow right now!

 

This isn't a goodfella.

This is a badfella!

 

Why doesn't someone just step on

this creep, and we can all go home?!

 

- Order in this court!

- You're all thinking it!

 

Order! Order, I say!

 

- Say it!

- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!

 

I think it was awfully nice

of that bear to pitch in like that.

 

I think the jury's on our side.

 

Are we doing everything right, legally?

 

I'm a florist.

 

Right. Well, here's to a great team.

 

To a great team!

 

Well, hello.

 

- Ken!

- Hello.

 

I didn't think you were coming.

 

No, I was just late.

I tried to call, but... the battery.

 

I didn't want all this to go to waste,

so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.

 

Oh, that was lucky.

 

There's a little left.

I could heat it up.

 

Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

 

So I hear you're quite a tennis player.

 

I'm not much for the game myself.

The ball's a little grabby.

 

That's where I usually sit.

Right... there.

 

Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,

 

and he agreed with me that eating with

chopsticks isn't really a special skill.

 

You think I don't see what you're doing?

 

I know how hard it is to find

the rightjob. We have that in common.

 

Do we?

 

Bees have 100 percent employment,

but we do jobs like taking the crud out.

 

That's just what

I was thinking about doing.

 

Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor

for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.

 

I'm going to drain the old stinger.

 

Yeah, you do that.

 

Look at that.

 

You know, I've just about had it

 

with your little mind games.

 

- What's that?

- Italian Vogue.

 

Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.

 

A lot of ads.

 

Remember what Van said, why is

your life more valuable than mine?

 

Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!

 

I think something stinks in here!

 

I love the smell of flowers.

 

How do you like the smell of flames?!

 

Not as much.

 

Water bug! Not taking sides!

 

Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!

This is pathetic!

 

I've got issues!

 

Well, well, well, a royal flush!

 

- You're bluffing.

- Am I?

 

Surf's up, dude!

 

Poo water!

 

That bowl is gnarly.

 

Except for those dirty yellow rings!

 

Kenneth! What are you doing?!

 

You know, I don't even like honey!

I don't eat it!

 

We need to talk!

 

He's just a little bee!

 

And he happens to be

the nicest bee I've met in a long time!

 

Long time? What are you talking about?!

Are there other bugs in your life?

 

No, but there are other things bugging

me in life. And you're one of them!

 

Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

 

My nerves are fried from riding

on this emotional roller coaster!

 

Goodbye, Ken.

 

And for your information,

 

I prefer sugar-free, artificial

sweeteners made by man!

 

I'm sorry about all that.

 

I know it's got

an aftertaste! I like it!

 

I always felt there was some kind

of barrier between Ken and me.

 

I couldn't overcome it.

Oh, well.

 

Are you OK for the trial?

 

I believe Mr. Montgomery

is about out of ideas.

 

We would like to call

Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

 

Good idea! You can really see why he's

considered one of the best lawyers...

 

Yeah.

 

Layton, you've

gotta weave some magic

 

with this jury,

or it's gonna be all over.

 

Don't worry. The only thing I have

to do to turn this jury around

 

is to remind them

of what they don't like about bees.

 

- You got the tweezers?

- Are you allergic?

 

Only to losing, son. Only to losing.

 

Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you

what I think we'd all like to know.

 

What exactly is your relationship

 

to that woman?

 

We're friends.

 

- Good friends?

- Yes.

 

How good? Do you live together?

 

Wait a minute...

 

Are you her little...

 

...bedbug?

 

I've seen a bee documentary or two.

From what I understand,

 

doesn't your queen give birth

to all the bee children?

 

- Yeah, but...

- So those aren't your real parents!

 

- Oh, Barry...

- Yes, they are!

 

Hold me back!

 

You're an illegitimate bee,

aren't you, Benson?

 

He's denouncing bees!

 

Don't y'all date your cousins?

 

- Objection!

- I'm going to pincushion this guy!

 

Adam, don't! It's what he wants!

 

Oh, I'm hit!!

 

Oh, lordy, I am hit!

 

Order! Order!

 

The venom! The venom

is coursing through my veins!

 

I have been felled

by a winged beast of destruction!

 

You see? You can't treat them

like equals! They're striped savages!

 

Stinging's the only thing

they know! It's their way!

 

- Adam, stay with me.

- I can't feel my legs.

 

What angel of mercy

will come forward to suck the poison

 

from my heaving buttocks?

 

I will have order in this court. Order!

 

Order, please!

 

The case of the honeybees

versus the human race

 

took a pointed turn against the bees

 

yesterday when one of their legal

team stung Layton T. Montgomery.

 

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey.

 

- Is there much pain?

- Yeah.

 

I...

 

I blew the whole case, didn't I?

 

It doesn't matter. What matters is

you're alive. You could have died.

 

I'd be better off dead. Look at me.

 

They got it from the cafeteria

downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.

 

Look, there's

a little celery still on it.

 

What was it like to sting someone?

 

I can't explain it. It was all...

 

All adrenaline and then...

and then ecstasy!

 

All right.

 

You think it was all a trap?

 

Of course. I'm sorry.

I flew us right into this.

 

What were we thinking? Look at us. We're

just a couple of bugs in this world.

 

What will the humans do to us

if they win?

 

I don't know.

 

I hear they put the roaches in motels.

That doesn't sound so bad.

 

Adam, they check in,

but they don't check out!

 

Oh, my.

 

Oould you get a nurse

to close that window?

 

- Why?

- The smoke.

 

Bees don't smoke.

 

Right. Bees don't smoke.

 

Bees don't smoke!

But some bees are smoking.

 

That's it! That's our case!

 

It is? It's not over?

 

Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.

 

Get back to the court and stall.

Stall any way you can.

 

And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.

 

Mr. Flayman.

 

Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

 

Where is the rest of your team?

 

Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.

 

Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

 

and as a result,

we don't make very good time.

 

I actually heard a funny story about...

 

Your Honor,

haven't these ridiculous bugs

 

taken up enough

of this court's valuable time?

 

How much longer will we allow

these absurd shenanigans to go on?

 

They have presented no compelling

evidence to support their charges

 

against my clients,

who run legitimate businesses.

 

I move for a complete dismissal

of this entire case!

 

Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going

 

to have to consider

Mr. Montgomery's motion.

 

But you can't! We have a terrific case.

 

Where is your proof?

Where is the evidence?

 

Show me the smoking gun!

 

Hold it, Your Honor!

You want a smoking gun?

 

Here is your smoking gun.

 

What is that?

 

It's a bee smoker!

 

What, this?

This harmless little contraption?

 

This couldn't hurt a fly,

let alone a bee.

 

Look at what has happened

 

to bees who have never been asked,

"Smoking or non?"

 

Is this what nature intended for us?

 

To be forcibly addicted

to smoke machines

 

and man-made wooden slat work camps?

 

Living out our lives as honey slaves

to the white man?

 

- What are we gonna do?

- He's playing the species card.

 

Ladies and gentlemen, please,

free these bees!

 

Free the bees! Free the bees!

 

Free the bees!

 

Free the bees! Free the bees!

 

The court finds in favor of the bees!

 

Vanessa, we won!

 

I knew you could do it! High-five!

 

Sorry.

 

I'm OK! You know what this means?

 

All the honey

will finally belong to the bees.

 

Now we won't have

to work so hard all the time.

 

This is an unholy perversion

of the balance of nature, Benson.

 

You'll regret this.

 

Barry, how much honey is out there?

 

All right. One at a time.

 

Barry, who are you wearing?

 

My sweater is Ralph Lauren,

and I have no pants.

 

- What if Montgomery's right?

- What do you mean?

 

We've been living the bee way

a long time, 27 million years.

 

Oongratulations on your victory.

What will you demand as a settlement?

 

First, we'll demand a complete shutdown

of all bee work camps.

 

Then we want back the honey

that was ours to begin with,

 

every last drop.

 

We demand an end to the glorification

of the bear as anything more

 

than a filthy, smelly,

bad-breath stink machine.

 

We're all aware

of what they do in the woods.

 

Wait for my signal.

 

Take him out.

 

He'll have nauseous

for a few hours, then he'll be fine.

 

And we will no longer tolerate

bee-negative nicknames...

 

But it's just a prance-about stage name!

 

...unnecessary inclusion of honey

in bogus health products

 

and la-dee-da human

tea-time snack garnishments.

 

Oan't breathe.

 

Bring it in, boys!

 

Hold it right there! Good.

 

Tap it.

 

Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,

and there's gallons more coming!

 

- I think we need to shut down!

- Shut down? We've never shut down.

 

Shut down honey production!

 

Stop making honey!

 

Turn your key, sir!

 

What do we do now?

 

Oannonball!

 

We're shutting honey production!

 

Mission abort.

 

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.

Returning to base.

 

Adam, you wouldn't believe

how much honey was out there.

 

Oh, yeah?

 

What's going on? Where is everybody?

 

- Are they out celebrating?

- They're home.

 

They don't know what to do.

Laying out, sleeping in.

 

I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way

to San Antonio with a cricket.

 

At least we got our honey back.

 

Sometimes I think, so what if humans

liked our honey? Who wouldn't?

 

It's the greatest thing in the world!

I was excited to be part of making it.

 

This was my new desk. This was my

new job. I wanted to do it really well.

 

And now...

 

Now I can't.

 

I don't understand

why they're not happy.

 

I thought their lives would be better!

 

They're doing nothing. It's amazing.

Honey really changes people.

 

You don't have any idea

what's going on, do you?

 

- What did you want to show me?

- This.

 

What happened here?

 

That is not the half of it.

 

Oh, no. Oh, my.

 

They're all wilting.

 

Doesn't look very good, does it?

 

No.

 

And whose fault do you think that is?

 

You know, I'm gonna guess bees.

 

Bees?

 

Specifically, me.

 

I didn't think bees not needing to make

honey would affect all these things.

 

It's notjust flowers.

Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

 

That's our whole SAT test right there.

 

Take away produce, that affects

the entire animal kingdom.

 

And then, of course...

 

The human species?

 

So if there's no more pollination,

 

it could all just go south here,

couldn't it?

 

I know this is also partly my fault.

 

How about a suicide pact?

 

How do we do it?

 

- I'll sting you, you step on me.

- Thatjust kills you twice.

 

Right, right.

 

Listen, Barry...

sorry, but I gotta get going.

 

I had to open my mouth and talk.

 

Vanessa?

 

Vanessa? Why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

 

To the final Tournament of Roses parade

in Pasadena.

 

They've moved it to this weekend

because all the flowers are dying.

 

It's the last chance

I'll ever have to see it.

 

Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.

I never meant it to turn out like this.

 

I know. Me neither.

 

Tournament of Roses.

Roses can't do sports.

 

Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

 

Roses!

 

Vanessa!

 

Roses?!

 

Barry?

 

- Roses are flowers!

- Yes, they are.

 

Flowers, bees, pollen!

 

I know.

That's why this is the last parade.

 

Maybe not.

Oould you ask him to slow down?

 

Oould you slow down?

 

Barry!

 

OK, I made a huge mistake.

This is a total disaster, all my fault.

 

Yes, it kind of is.

 

I've ruined the planet.

I wanted to help you

 

with the flower shop.

I've made it worse.

 

Actually, it's completely closed down.

 

I thought maybe you were remodeling.

 

But I have another idea, and it's

greater than my previous ideas combined.

 

I don't want to hear it!

 

All right, they have the roses,

the roses have the pollen.

 

I know every bee, plant

and flower bud in this park.

 

All we gotta do is get what they've got

back here with what we've got.

 

- Bees.

- Park.

 

- Pollen!

- Flowers.

 

- Repollination!

- Across the nation!

 

Tournament of Roses,

Pasadena, Oalifornia.

 

They've got nothing

but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

 

Security will be tight.

 

I have an idea.

 

Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

 

Official floral business. It's real.

 

Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

 

Thank you. It was a gift.

 

Once inside,

we just pick the right float.

 

How about The Princess and the Pea?

 

I could be the princess,

and you could be the pea!

 

Yes, I got it.

 

- Where should I sit?

- What are you?

 

- I believe I'm the pea.

- The pea?

 

It goes under the mattresses.

 

- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.

- I'm getting the marshal.

 

You do that!

This whole parade is a fiasco!

 

Let's see what this baby'll do.

 

Hey, what are you doing?!

 

Then all we do

is blend in with traffic...

 

...without arousing suspicion.

 

Once at the airport,

there's no stopping us.

 

Stop! Security.

 

- You and your insect pack your float?

- Yes.

 

Has it been

in your possession the entire time?

 

Would you remove your shoes?

 

- Remove your stinger.

- It's part of me.

 

I know. Just having some fun.

Enjoy your flight.

 

Then if we're lucky, we'll have

just enough pollen to do the job.

 

Oan you believe how lucky we are? We

have just enough pollen to do the job!

 

I think this is gonna work.

 

It's got to work.

 

Attention, passengers,

this is Oaptain Scott.

 

We have a bit of bad weather

in New York.

 

It looks like we'll experience

a couple hours delay.

 

Barry, these are cut flowers

with no water. They'll never make it.

 

I gotta get up there

and talk to them.

 

Be careful.

 

Oan I get help

with the Sky Mall magazine?

 

I'd like to order the talking

inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

 

Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.

 

- What'd you say, Hal?

- Nothing.

 

Bee!

 

Don't freak out! My entire species...

 

What are you doing?

 

- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!

- Who's an attorney?

 

Don't move.

 

Oh, Barry.

 

Good afternoon, passengers.

This is your captain.

 

Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B

please report to the cockpit?

 

And please hurry!

 

What happened here?

 

There was a DustBuster,

a toupee, a life raft exploded.

 

One's bald, one's in a boat,

they're both unconscious!

 

- Is that another bee joke?

- No!

 

No one's flying the plane!

 

This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.

What's your status?

 

This is Vanessa Bloome.

I'm a florist from New York.

 

Where's the pilot?

 

He's unconscious,

and so is the copilot.

 

Not good. Does anyone onboard

have flight experience?

 

As a matter of fact, there is.

 

- Who's that?

- Barry Benson.

 

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

 

Vanessa, this is nothing more

than a big metal bee.

 

It's got giant wings, huge engines.

 

I can't fly a plane.

 

- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?

- Yes.

 

How hard could it be?

 

Wait, Barry!

We're headed into some lightning.

 

This is Bob Bumble. We have some

late-breaking news from JFK Airport,

 

where a suspenseful scene

is developing.

 

Barry Benson,

fresh from his legal victory...

 

That's Barry!

 

...is attempting to land a plane,

loaded with people, flowers

 

and an incapacitated flight crew.

 

Flowers?!

 

We have a storm in the area

and two individuals at the controls

 

with absolutely no flight experience.

 

Just a minute.

There's a bee on that plane.

 

I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson

and his no-account compadres.

 

They've done enough damage.

 

But isn't he your only hope?

 

Technically, a bee

shouldn't be able to fly at all.

 

Their wings are too small...

 

Haven't we heard this a million times?

 

"The surface area of the wings

and body mass make no sense."

 

- Get this on the air!

- Got it.

 

- Stand by.

- We're going live.

 

The way we work may be a mystery to you.

 

Making honey takes a lot of bees

doing a lot of small jobs.

 

But let me tell you about a small job.

 

If you do it well,

it makes a big difference.

 

More than we realized.

To us, to everyone.

 

That's why I want to get bees

back to working together.

 

That's the bee way!

We're not made of Jell-O.

 

We get behind a fellow.

 

- Black and yellow!

- Hello!

 

Left, right, down, hover.

 

- Hover?

- Forget hover.

 

This isn't so hard.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

 

Barry, what happened?!

 

Wait, I think we were

on autopilot the whole time.

 

- That may have been helping me.

- And now we're not!

 

So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

 

All of you, let's get

behind this fellow! Move it out!

 

Move out!

 

Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,

you copy me with the wings of the plane!

 

Don't have to yell.

 

I'm not yelling!

We're in a lot of trouble.

 

It's very hard to concentrate

with that panicky tone in your voice!

 

It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

 

I can't do this!

 

Vanessa, pull yourself together.

You have to snap out of it!

 

You snap out of it.

 

You snap out of it.

 

- You snap out of it!

- You snap out of it!

 

- You snap out of it!

- You snap out of it!

 

- You snap out of it!

- You snap out of it!

 

- Hold it!

- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.

 

How is the plane flying?

 

I don't know.

 

Hello?

 

Benson, got any flowers

for a happy occasion in there?

 

The Pollen Jocks!

 

They do get behind a fellow.

 

- Black and yellow.

- Hello.

 

All right, let's drop this tin can

on the blacktop.

 

Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?

 

No, nothing. It's all cloudy.

 

Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.

 

- Thinking bee.

- Thinking bee.

 

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 

Wait a minute.

I think I'm feeling something.

 

- What?

- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.

 

Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

 

Bring the nose down.

 

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 

- What in the world is on the tarmac?

- Get some lights on that!

 

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

 

- Vanessa, aim for the flower.

- OK.

 

Out the engines. We're going in

on bee power. Ready, boys?

 

Affirmative!

 

Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.

 

Land on that flower!

 

Ready? Full reverse!

 

Spin it around!

 

- Not that flower! The other one!

- Which one?

 

- That flower.

- I'm aiming at the flower!

 

That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.

I mean the giant pulsating flower

 

made of millions of bees!

 

Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

 

Rotate around it.

 

- This is insane, Barry!

- This's the only way I know how to fly.

 

Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane

flying in an insect-like pattern?

 

Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.

Smell it. Full reverse!

 

Just drop it. Be a part of it.

 

Aim for the center!

 

Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!

 

Oome on, already.

 

Barry, we did it!

You taught me how to fly!

 

- Yes. No high-five!

- Right.

 

Barry, it worked!

Did you see the giant flower?

 

What giant flower? Where? Of course

I saw the flower! That was genius!

 

- Thank you.

- But we're not done yet.

 

Listen, everyone!

 

This runway is covered

with the last pollen

 

from the last flowers

available anywhere on Earth.

 

That means this is our last chance.

 

We're the only ones who make honey,

pollinate flowers and dress like this.

 

If we're gonna survive as a species,

this is our moment! What do you say?

 

Are we going to be bees, orjust

Museum of Natural History keychains?

 

We're bees!

 

Keychain!

 

Then follow me! Except Keychain.

 

Hold on, Barry. Here.

 

You've earned this.

 

Yeah!

 

I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect

fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

 

Oh, yeah.

 

That's our Barry.

 

Mom! The bees are back!

 

If anybody needs

to make a call, now's the time.

 

I got a feeling we'll be

working late tonight!

 

Here's your change. Have a great

afternoon! Oan I help who's next?

 

Would you like some honey with that?

It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.

 

Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.

And I don't see a nickel!

 

Sometimes I just feel

like a piece of meat!

 

I had no idea.

 

Barry, I'm sorry.

Have you got a moment?

 

Would you excuse me?

My mosquito associate will help you.

 

Sorry I'm late.

 

He's a lawyer too?

 

I was already a blood-sucking parasite.

All I needed was a briefcase.

 

Have a great afternoon!

 

Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,

and I can't get them anywhere.

 

No problem, Vannie.

Just leave it to me.

 

You're a lifesaver, Barry.

Oan I help who's next?

 

All right, scramble, jocks!

It's time to fly.

 

Thank you, Barry!

 

That bee is living my life!

 

Let it go, Kenny.

 

- When will this nightmare end?!

- Let it all go.

 

- Beautiful day to fly.

- Sure is.

 

Between you and me,

I was dying to get out of that office.

 

You have got

to start thinking bee, my friend.

 

- Thinking bee!

- Me?

 

Hold it. Let's just stop

for a second. Hold it.

 

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.

Oan we stop here?

 

I'm not making a major life decision

during a production number!

 

All right. Take ten, everybody.

Wrap it up, guys.

 

I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

{Man} Once upon a time there was a lovely princess.

But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only

be broken by love's first kiss.

She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing

dragon.

Many brave knigts had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison,

but non prevailed.

She waited in the dragon's keep in the highest room of the tallest

tower for her true love and true love's first kiss.

{Laughing}

Like that's ever gonna happen.

{Paper Rusting, Toilet Flushes}

What a load of -

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was lookin' kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

The years start comin' and they don't stop comin'

Fed to the rules and hit the ground runnin'

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do so much to see

So what's wrong with takin' the backstreets

You'll never know if you don't go

You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hey, now You're an all-star

Get your game on, go play

Hey, now You're a rock star

Get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shootin' stars break the mold

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder

You're bundled up now but wait till you get older

But the meteor men beg to differ

Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin

The water's getting warm so you might as well swim

My world's on fire

How 'bout yours

That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored

Hey, now, you're an all-star

{Shouting}

Get your game on, go play

Hey, now You're a rock star

Get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shootin' stars break the mold

{Belches}

Go!

Go!

{Record Scratching}

Go. Go.Go.

Hey, now, you're an all-star

Get your game on, go play

Hey, now You're a rock star

Get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shootin' stars break the mold

-Think it's in there?

-All right. Let's get it!

-Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you?

-Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread.

{Laughs}

-Yes, well, actually, that would be a gaint.

Now, ogres - - They're much worse.

They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin.

-No!

-They'll shave your liver. Squeeze the jelly from your eyes!

Actually, it's quite good on toast.

-Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya!

{Gasping}

-Right.

{Roaring}

{Shouting}

{Roaring}

{Whispers} This is the part where you run away.

{Gasping}

{Laughs}

{Laughing} And stay out!

"Wanted. Fairy tale creatures."

{Sighs}

{Man's voice} All right. This one's full.

-Take it away!

{Gasps}

-Move it along. Come on! Get up!

-Next!

-Give me that! Your fiying days are over.

That's 20 pieces of silver for the witch. Next!

-Get up! Come on!

-Twenty pieces.

{Thudding}

-Sit down there!

-Keep quiet!

{Crying}

-This cage is too small.

-Please, don't turn me in. I'll never be stubborn again.

I can change. Please! Give me another chance!

-Oh, shut up.

-Oh!

-Next!

-What have you got?

-This little wooden puppet.

-I'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy.

-Five shillings for the possessed toy. Take it away.

-Father, please! Don't let them do this!

-Help me!

-Next! What have you got?

-Well, I've got a talking donkey.

{Grunts}

-Right. Well, that's good for ten shillings, if you can prove it.

-Oh, go ahead, little fella.

-Well?

-Oh, oh, he's just - - He's just a little nervous.

He's really quite a chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt - -

-That's it. I've heard enough. Guards!

-No, no, he talks! He does. I can talk. I love to talk.

I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw.

-Get her out of my sight.

-No, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk!

{Gasps}

-Hey! I can fly!

-He can fly!

-He can fly!

-He can talk!

-Ha, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey.

You might have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly

but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly. Ha, ha!

Oh-oh.

{Grunts}

-Seize him!

-After him! He's getting away!

{Grunts, Gasps}

{Man}

-Get him! This way! Turn!

-You there. Orge!

-Aye?

-By the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized to place you both under

arrest

and transport you to a designated..... resettlement facility.

-Oh, really? You and what army?

{Gasps, Whimpering}

{Chuckles}

-Can I say something to you?

-Listen, you was really, really, really somethin' back here.

Incredible!

Are you talkin' to - - me? Whoa!

-Yes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you that you was great

back here? Those guards!

They thought they was all of that. Then you showed up, and bam! They

was trippin' over themselves like babes in the woods. That really made

me feel good to see that.

-Oh, that's great. Really.

-Man, it's good to be free.

-Now, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with your own friends?

Hmm?

-But, uh, I don't have any friends. And I'm not goin' out there by

myself. Hey, wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll stick with you.

You're mean, green, fightin' machine. Together we'll scare the spit

out of anybody that crosses us.

{Roaring}

-Oh, wow! That was really scary. If you don't mind me sayin', if that

don't work, your breath certainly will get the job done, 'cause you

definitely need some Tic Tacs or something, 'cause you breath stinks!

You almost burned the hair outta my nose, just like the time - -

{Mumbling}

Than I ate some rotten berries. I had strong gases eking out of my

butt that day.

-Why are you following me?

-I'll tell you why.

'Cause I'm all alone

There's no one here beside me

My promlems have all gone

There's no one to deride me

But you gotta heve friends - -

-Stop singing! It's no wonder you don't have any friends.

-Wow. Only a true friend would be that cruelly honest.

-Listen, little donkey. Take a look at me. What am I?

-Uh - - Really tall?

-No! I'm an orge! You know. "Grab your torch and pitchforks." Doesn't

that bother you?

-Nope.

-Really?

-Really, really.

-Oh.

-Man, I like you. What's you name?

-Uh, Shrek.

-Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek?

You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me thing.

I like that. I respect that, Shrek. You all right. Whoo! Look at that.

Who'd want to live in place like that?

-That would be my home.

-Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful. You know you are quite a

decorator. It's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget. I

like that boulder. That is a nice boulder.

-I guess you don't entertain much, do you?

-I like my privacy.

-You know, I do too. That's another thing we have in common. Like I

hate it when you got somebody in your face. You've trying to give them

a hint, and they won't leave. There's that awkward silence.

-Can I stay with you?

-Uh, what?

-Can I stay with you, please?

-Of course!

-Really?

-No.

-Please! I don't wanna go back there! You don't know what it's like to

be considered a freak. Well, maybe you do. But that's why we gotta

stick together. You gotta let me stay! Please! Please!

-Okay! Okay! But one night only.

-Ah! Thank you!

-What are you - - No! No!

-This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories,

and in the mornin' I'm makin' waffles.

-Oh!

-Where do, uh, I sleep?

-Outside!

-Oh, well. I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you, and you

don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know.

{Sniffles}

-Here I go.

-Good night.

{Sighs}

-I mean, I do like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was born outside.

I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess, you know. By myself,

outside.

I'm all alone

There's no one here beside me

{Bubbling}

{Sighs}

{Creaking}

{Sighs}

-I thought I told you to stay outside.

-I'm outside.

{Clattering}

-Well, gents, it's a far cry from the farm, but what choice do we

have?

-It's not home, but it'll do just fune.

-What a lovely bed.

-Got ya.

{Sniffs} I found some cheese.

-Ow! {Grunts}

-Blah! Awful stuff.

-Is that you, Gorder?

-How did you know?

-Enough! What are you doing in my house?

{Grunts}

-Hey!

{Snickers}

-Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad off the table.

-Where are we supposed to put her? The bed's taken.

-Huh?

{Gusps}

{Male voice} What?

-I live in a swamp. I put up signs. I'm a terrifying orge! What do I

have to do get a little privacy?

-Aah!

-Oh, no. No! No!

{Cackling}

-What?

-Quit it.

-Don't push.

{Squeaking}

{Lows}

- What are you doing in my swamp?

{Echoing}

Swamp! Swamp! Swamp!

{Gasping}

-Oh, dear!

-Whoa!

-All right, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go!

Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey!

-Quickly. Come on!

-No, no! No, no. Not there. Not there.

-Oh!

{Sighs}

-Hey, don't look at me. I didn't invite them.

-Oh, gosh, no one invited us.

-What?

-We were forced to come here.

-By who?

-Lord Farquaad.

-He huffed und he puffed und he...... signed an eviction notice.

{Sighs}

-All right. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is?

{Murmuring}

-Oh, I do. I know where he is.

-Does anyone else know where to find him? Anyone at all?

-Me! Me!

-Anyone?

-Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!

{Sighs}

-Okay, fine. Attention, all fairy tale things. Do not get comfortable.

Your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm gonna see this guy

Farquaad right now and get you all off my land and back where you came

from!

{Cheering}

{Twittering}

-Oh! You! You're comin' with me.

- All right, that's what I like to hear, man. Shrek and Donkey, two

stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it!

-On the road again. Sing it with me, Shrek.

-Hey. Oh, oh!

-I can't wait to get on the road again.

-What did I say about singing?

-Can I whistle?

-No.

-Can I hum it?

-All right, hum it.

{Humming}

{Grunts}

{Whimpering}

-That's enough. He's ready to talk.

{Coughing}

{Laughing}

{Clears throat}

-Run, run, run, as fust as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the

gingerbread man!

-You are a monster.

-I'm not the monster here. You are. You and the rest of that fairy

tale trash, poisoning my perfect world. Now, tell me! Where are the

others?

-Eat me!{Grunts}

-I've tried to be fair to you creatures. Now my patience has reached

its end! Tell me or I'll - -

-No, no, not the buttons. Not my gumdrop buttons.

-All right then. Who's hiding them?

-Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man?

-The muffin man?

-The muffin man.

-Yes, I know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane?

-Well, she's married to the muffin man.

-The muffin man?

-The muffin man!

-She's married to the muffin man.

{Door opens}

-My lord! We found it.

-Then what are you waiting for? Bring it in.

{Man grunting}

{Gasping}

-Oh!

-Magic mirror - -

-Don't tell him anything!

-No!

{Ginerbread man whispers}

-Evening. Mirror, mirror on the wall. Is this not the most perfect

kingdom of them all?

-Well, technically you're not a king.

-Uh, Thelonius.

-You were saying?

-What I mean is, you're not a king yet. But you can become one.  All

you have to do is marry a princess.

-Go on.

{Chuckles}

-So, just sit back and relax, my lord, because it's time for you to

meet today's eligible bachelorettes. And here they are! Bachelorette

number one is a mentally abused shut-in from a kingdom far, far away.

She likes sushi and hot tubbing anytime. Her hobbies include cooking

and cleaning for her two evil sisters. Please welcome Cinderella.

-Bachelorette number two is a cape-wearing girl from the land of

fancy. Although she lives with seven other men, she's not easy. Just

kiss her dead, frozen lips and find out what a live wire she is. Come

on. Give it up for Snow White!

-And last, but certainly not last, bachelorette number three is a

fiery redhead from a dragon-guarded castle surrounded by hot boiling

lava! But don't let that cool you off. She's a loaded pistol who likes

pina colads and getting caught in the rain. Yours for the rescuing,

Princess Fiona!

-So will it be bachelorette number one, bachelorette number two or

bachelorette number three?

-Two! Two!

-Three! Three!

-Two! Two!

-Three!

-Three? One?

{Shudders} Three?

--Three! Pick number three, my lord!

-Okay, okay, uh, number three!

-Lord Farquaad, you've chosen Princess Fiona.

If you like pina coladas

And getting caught in the rain

-Princess Fiona.

If you're not into yoga

-She's perfect. All I have to do is just find someone who can go - -

-But I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night.

-I'll do it.

-Yes, but after sunset - -

-Silence! I will make this Princess Fiona my queen, and DuLoc will

finally have the perfect king!

Captain, assemble your finest men. We're going to have a tournament.

-But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc. I told ya I'd

find it.

-So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle.

-Uh-huh. That's the place.

-Do you think maybe he's compensating for something?

{Laughs}

{Groans}

-Hey, wait. Wait up, Shrek.

-Hurry, darling. We're late. Hurry.

-Hey, you!

{Screams}

-Wait a second. Look, I'm not gonna eat you. I just - - I just - -

{Whimpering}

{Sighs}

{Whimpering, Groans}

{Turnstile clatters}

{Chuckles}

{Sighs}

-It's quiet. Too quiet.

{Creaking}

-Where is everybody?

-Hey, look at this!

{Clattering, whirring, clicking}

Welcome to DuLoc such a perfect town

Here we have some rules

Let us lay them down

Don't make waves, stay in line

And we'll get along fine

DuLoc is perfect place

Please keep off of the grass

Shine your shoes, wipe your... face

DuLoc is, DuLoc is

DuLoc is perfect ...... place

{Camera shutter clicks

{Whirring}

-Wow! Let's do that again!

-No. No. No, no, no! No.

{Trumpet fanfare}

{Crowd cheering}

-Brave knights.

-You are the best and brightest in all the land.

-Today one of you shall prove himself - -

-All right. You're going the right way for a smacked bottom.

-Sorry about that.

{Cheering}

-That champion shall have the honor - - no, no - - the privilege to go

forth and rescue the lovely Princess Fiona from the fiery keep of the

dragon. If for any reason the winner is unsuccessful, the first

runner-up will take his place and so on and so forth. Some of you mae

die, but it's a sacrifice I am willing to make.

{Cheering}

-Let the tournament begin!

{Gasps}

-Oh!

-What is that?

{Gasping}

-It's hideous!

-Ah, that's not very nice. It's just a donkey.

-Indeed. Knights, new plan! The one who kills the orge will be named

champion! Have it him!

-Get him!

-Oh, hey! Now come on! Hang on now.

-Go ahead! Get him!

-Can't we just settle this over a pint?

-Kill the beast!

-No? All right then. Come on!

I don't give a damn about my reputation

You're living in the past

It's a new generation

-Damn!

{Whinnying}

A girl can do what she wants to do

And that's what I'm gonna do

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not me

Me, me, me

-Hey, Shrek, tag me! Tag me!

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

-Ah!

{Laughs}

And I'm always feelin' good when I'm having fun

-Yeah!

And I don't have to please no one

-The chair! Give him the chair!

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not me

Me, me, me

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not me, not me

{Bell dings}

{Cheering}

{Laughs}

-Oh, yeah! Ah! Ah! Thank you! Thank you very much! I'm here till

Thursday. Try the veal! Ha, ha!

{Shrek laughs}

{Crowd gasping, murmuring}

-Shall I give the order, sir?

-No, I have a better idea. People of DuLoc, I give you our champion!

-What?

-Congratulations, orge. You're won the honor of embarking on a great

and noble quest.

-Quest? I'm already in a quest, a quest to get my swamp back.

-Your swamp?

-Yeah, my swamp! Where you dumped those tale creatures!

{Crowd murmuring}

-Indeed. All right, orge. I'll make you a deal. Go on this quest for

me, and I'll give you your swamp back.

-Exactly the way it was?

-Down to the last slime-covered toadstool.

-And the squatters?

-As good as gone.

-What kind of quest?

-Let me get this straight. You're gonna go fight a dragon and rescue a

princess just so Farquaad will give you back a swamp which you only

don't have because he filled it full of freaks in the first place.

-Is that about right?

-Maybe there's a good reason donkeys shouldn't talk.

-I don't get it. Why don't you just pull some of that orge stuff on

him? Throttle him, lay siege to his fortress, grinds his bones to make

your bread, the whole orge trip.

-Oh, I know what. Maybe I could have decapitated an entire village and

put their heads on a pike, gotten a knife, cut open their spleen and

drink their fluids. Does that sound good to you?

-Uh, no, not really, no.

-For your information, there's a lot more to orges than people think.

-Example?

-Example? Okay, um, orges are like onions.

-{Sniffs} They stink?

-Yes - - No!

-They make you cry?

-No!

-You leave them in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin' little

white hairs.

-No! Layers! Onions have layers. Orges have layers! Onions have

layers. You get it? We both have layers.

{Sighs}

-Oh, you both have layers. Oh. {Sniffs} You know, not everybody likes

onions. Cake! Everybody loves cakes! Cakes have layers.

-I don't care... what everyone likes. Orges are not like cakes.

-You know what else everybody likes? Parfaits. Have you ever met a

person, you say, "Let's get some parfait," they say, "No, I don't like

no parfait"? Parfaits are delicious.

-No! You dense, irritating, miniature beast of burden! Orges are like

onions! And of story. Bye-bye. See ya later.

-Parfaits may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet.

-You know, I think I preferred your humming. Do you have a tissure or

something? I'm making a mess. Just the word parfait make me start

slobbering.

I'm on my way from misery to happiness today

Uh-huh,uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

I'm on my way from misery to happiness today

Uh-huh,uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

And everything that you receive up yonder

Is what you give to me the day I wander

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

-Ohh! Shrek! Did you do that?

-You gotta warn somebody before you just crack one off. My mouth was

open. Believe me, Donkey, if it was me, you'd be dead. {Sniffs} It's

brimstone We must be getting close.

-Yeah, right, brimstone. Don't be talking about it's the brimstone. I

know what I smell. It wasn't no brimstone. It didn't come off no stone

neither.

{Rumbling}

-Sure, it's big enough, but look at the location.

{Laughing}

-Uh, Shrek? Uh, remember when you said orges have layers?

-Oh, aye.

-Well, I have a bit of a confession to make. Donkeys don't have

layers. We wear our fear right out there on our sleeves.

-Wait a second.  Donkeys don't have sleeves.

-You know what I mean.

-You can't tell me you're afraid of heights.

-I'm just a little uncomfortable about being on a rickety bridge over

a boiling like of lava!

-Come on, Donkey. I'm right here beside ya, okay? For emotional

support., we'll just tackle this thing together one little baby step

at a time.

-Really?

-Really, really.

-Okay, that makes me feel so much better.

-Just keep moving. And don't look  down.

-Okay, don't look  down. Don't look  down. Don't look  down. Keep on

moving. Don't look  down.

{Gasps}

-Shrek! I'm lookin' down! Oh, God, I can't do this! Just let me off,

please!

-But you're already halfway.

-But I know that half is safe!

-Okay, fine. I don't have time for this. You go back.

-Shrek, no! Wait!

-Just, Donkey - - Let's have a dance then, shall me?

-Don't do that!

-Oh, I'm sorry. Do what?

-Oh, this?

-Yes, that!

-Yes? Yes, do it. Okay.

{Screams}

-No, Shrek! No! Stop it!

-You said do it! I'm doin' it.

-I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. Shrek, I'm gonna die. Oh!

-That'll do, Donkey. That'll do.

-Cool.

-So where is this fire-breathing pain-in-the-neck anyway?

-Inside, waiting for us to rescue her.

{Chuckles}

-I was talkin' about the dragon, Shrek.

{Water dripping, wind howling}

-You afraid?

-No.

-But - -

- Shh.

-Oh, good. Me neither.

{Gasps}

-'Cause there's nothin' wrong with bein' afraid. Fear's a sensible

response to an unfamiliar situation. Unfamiliar dangerous situation, I

might add. With a dragon that breathes fire and eats knights and

breathes fire, it sure doesn't mean you're a coward if you're a little

scared. I sure as heck ain't no coward. I know that.

{Gasps}

-Donkey, two things, okay? Shut ... up. Now go over there and see if

you can find any stairs.

-Stairs? I thought we was lookin' for the princess.

-The princess will be up the stairs in the highest room in the tallest

tower.

-What makes you think she'll be there?

-I read it in a book once.

-Cool. You handle the dragon. I'll handle the stairs. I'll find those

stairs. I'll whip their butt too. Those stairs won't know which way

they're goin'.

{Creacing}

-I'm gonna take drastic steps. Kick it to the curb. Don't mess with

me. I'm the stair master. I've mastered the stairs. I wish I had a

step right here. I'd step all over it.

-Well, at least we know where the princess is, but where's the - -

-Dragon!

{Screams}

{Gasps}

{Roars}

-Donkey, look out!

{Screams}

{Whimpering}

-Got ya!

{Roars}

{Gasps}

{Shouts}

-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

{Screaming}

{Gasps}

-Oh! Aah! Aah!

{Gasping}

{Crowls}

-No. Oh, no, No!

{Screams}

-Oh, what large teeth you have.

{Crowls}

-I mean white, sparkling teeth. I know you probably hear this all time

from your food, but you must bleach, 'cause that is one dazzling smile

you got  there. Do I detect a hint of minty freshness? And you know

what else? You're - - You're a girl dragon! Oh, sure! I mean, of

course you're a girl dragon. You're just reeking of feminine beauty.

What's the matter with you? You got something in your eye? Ohh. Oh.

Oh. Man, I'd really love to stay, but you know, I'm, uh - -

(Coughs)

-I'm an asthmatic, and I don't know if it'd work out if you're gonna

blow smoke rings. Shrek!

{Gasps}

{Whimpering}

-No! Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!

{Groans, Sighs}

{Vocalizing}

-Oh! Oh!

-Wake up!

-What?

-Are you Princess Fiona?

-I am, awaiting a knight so bold as to rescue me.

-Oh, that's nice. Now let's go!

-But wait, Sir Knight. This be-ith our first meeting. Should it not be

a wonderful, romantic moment?

-Yeah, sorry, lady. There's no time.

-Hey, wait. What are you doing? You should sweep me off my feet out

yonder window and down a rope onto your valiant steed.

-You've had a lot of time to plan this, haven't you?

-Mm-hmm.

{Screams, grunts}

-But we have to savor this moment! You could recite an epic poem for

me. A ballad? A sonnet! A limerick? Or something!

-I don't think so.

-Can I at least know the name of my champion?

-Um, Shrek.

-Sir Shrek.

{Cleans throat}

-I pray that you take this favor as a token of my gratitude.

-Thanks!

{Roaring}

-You didn't slay the dragon?

-It's on my to-do list. Now come on!

{Screams}

-But this isn't right! You were meant to charge in, sword drawn,

banner flying. That's what all the other knights did.

-Yeah, right before they burst into flame.

-That's not the point. Oh!

-Wait. Where are you going? The next's over there.

-Well, I have to save my ass.

-What kind of knight are you?

-One of a kind.

-Slow down. Slow down, baby, please. I believe it's healthy to get to

know someone over a long perriod of time. Just call me old-fashioned.

{Laughs}

-I don't want to rush into a physical relationship. I'm not

emotionally ready for a commitment of, uh, this - -  Magnitude really

is the word I'm looking for. Magnitude- - Hey, that is unwanted

physical contact. Hey, what are you doing? Okay, okay. Let's just back

up a little and take this one step at a time. We really should get to

know each other first as friends or pen pals. I'm on the road a lot,

but I just love receiving cards - -  I'd really love to stay, but - -

Don't do that! That's my tail! That's my personal tail. You're gonna

tear it off. I don't give permission - - What are you gonna do with

that? Hey, now. No way. No! No! No, no! No. No, no, no. No! Oh!

{Growls}

{Roaring}

{Gasps}

-Hi, Princess!

-It talks!

-Yeah, it's getting him to shut up that's the trick.

{Screams}

{Screaming}

-Oh!

{Thuds}

{Groans}

{Roars}

{Roaring}

-Okay, you two, heard for the exit! I'll take care of the dragon.

{Fchoing}

-Run!

{Gasping}

{Screaming}

{Roaring}

{Screams}

{Roars}

{Panting, sighs}

{Whimpers}

{Roars}

-You did it!

-You rescued me! You're amazing. You're - - You're wonderful.

You're... a little unorthodox I'll admit. But they deed is great, and

thine heart is pure. I am eternally in your debt.

{Clears throat}

-And where would a brave knight be without his noble steed?

-I hope you heard that. She called me a noble steed. She think I'm a

steed.

-The battle is won. You may remove your helmet, good Sir Knight.

-Uh, no.

-Why not?

-I have helmet hair.

-Please. I would'st look upon the face of my rescuer.

-No, no, you wouldn't - - 'st.

-But how will you kiss me?

-What? That wasn't in the job description.

-Maybe it's a perk.

-No, it's destiny. Oh, you must know how it goes. A princess locked in

a tower and beset by a dragon is rescued by a brave knight, and then

they share true love's first kiss.

-Hmm? With Shrek? You think- - Wait. Wait. You think that Shrek is you

true love?

-Well, yes.

{Laughing}

-You think Shrek is your true love!

-What is so funny?

-Let's just say I'm not your tipe, okay?

-Of course, you are. You're my rescuer. Now - - Now remove your

helmet.

-Look. I really don't think this is a good idea.

-Just take off the helmet.

-I'm not going to.

-Take ot off.

-No!

-Now!

-Okay! Easy. As you command. Your Highness.

-You- - You're a- - an orge.

-Oh, you were expecting Prince Charming.

-Well, yes, actually. Oh, no. This is all wrong. You're not supposed

to be an orge.

{Sighs}

-Princess, I was sent to rescue you by Lord Farquaad, okay? He is the

one who wants to marry you.

-Then why didn't he come rescue me?

-Good question. You should ask him that when we get there.

-But I have to be rescued by my true love, not by some prge and his- -

his pet.

-So much for noble steed.

-You're not making my job any easier.

-I'm sorry, but your job is not my problem. You can tell Lord Farquaad

that if he wants to rescue me properly, I'll be waiting for him right

here.

-Hey! I'm no one's messenger boy, all right? I'm a delivery boy.

-You wouldn't dare. Put me down!

-Ya comin', Donkey?

-I'm right behind ya.

-Put me down, or you will suffer the consequences! This is not

dignified! Put me down!

-Okay, so here's another question. Say there's a woman that digs you,

right, but you don't really like her that way. How do you let her down

real easy so her feelings aren't hurt, but you don't get burned to a

crisp and eaten?

-You just tell her she's not your true love. Everyone knowest what

happens when you find your - -  Hey!

{Sighs}

-The sooner we get to DuLoc the better.

-You're gonna love it there, Princess. It's beautiful!

-And what of my groom-to-be? Lord Farquaad? What's he like?

-Let me put it this way, Princess. Men of Farquaad's stature are in

short supply.

{Laughs}

-I don't know. There are those who think little of him.

-Stop it. Stop it, both of you. You're just jealous you can never

measure up to a great ruler like Lord Farquaad.

-Yeah, well, maybe you're right, Princess. But I'll let you do the

"measuring" when you see him tomorrow.

-Tomorrow? It'll take that long? Shouldn't we stop to make camp?

-No, that'll take longer. We can keep going.

-But there's robbers in the woods.

-Whoa! Time out, Shrek! Camping's starting to sound good.

-Hey, come on. I'm scarier than anything we're going to see in this

forest.

-I need to find somewhere to camp now!

{Birds wings fluttering}

{Grunting}

-Hey! Over here.

-Shrek, we can do better than that. I don't think this is fit for a

princess.

-No, no, it's perfect. It just needs a few homey touches.

-Homey touches? Like what?

{Crashing}

-A door? Well, gentlemen, I bid thee good night.

-You want me to read you a bedtime story? I will.

-I said good night!

-Shrek, What are you doing?

{Laughs}

-I just- - You know - - Oh, come on. I was just kidding.

{Fire cracking}

-And, uh, that one, that's Throwback, the only orge to ever spit over

three wheat fields. Right. Yeah.

-Hey, can you tell my future from these stars?

-The stars don't tell the future, Donkey. They tell stories. Look,

there's Bloodnut, the Flatulent. You can guess what he's famous for.

-I know you're making this up.

-No, look. There he is,  and there's the group of hunters running away

from his stench.

-That ain't nothin' but a bunch of little dots.

-You know, Donkey, sometimes things are more than they appear. Hmm?

Forget it.

{Sighs}

-Hey, Shrek, what we gonna do when we get our swamp anyway?

-Our swamp?

-You know, when we're through rescuing the princess.

-We? Donkey, there's no "we". There's no "our". There's just me and my

swamp. The first thing I'm gonna do is build a ten-foot wall arond my

land.

-You cut me deep, Shrek. You cut me real deep just now. You know what

I think? I think this whole wall thing is just a way to keep somebody

out.

-No, do ya think?

-Are you hidin' something?

-Never mind, Donkey.

-Oh, this is another one of those onion things, isn't it?

-No, this is one of those drop-it and leave-it alone things.

-Why don't you want to talk about it?

-Why do you want to talk about it?

-Why are you blocking?

-I'm not blocking.

-Oh, yes, you are.

-Donkey, I'm warning you.

-Who you trying to keep out?

-Everyone! Okay?

-Oh, now we're gettin' somewhere.

-Oh! For the love of Pete!

-What's your problem? What you got against the whole world anyway?

-Look, I'm not the one with the problem, okay? It's the world that

seems to have a problem with me. People take one look at me and go.

"Aah! Help! Run! A big, stupid, ugly orge!" They judge me before they

even know me. That's why I'm better off alone.

-You know what? When we met, I didn't think you was just a big,

stupid, ugly orge.

-Yeah, I know.

-So, uh, are there any donkeys up there?

-Well, there's, um, Gabby, the Small and Annoying.

-Okay, okay, I see it now. The big shiny one, right there. That one

there?

-That's the moon.

-Oh, okay.

{Orchestra}

{Dulcimer}

-Again, show me again. Mirror, mirror, show her to me. Show me the

princess.

-Hmph.

-Ah. Perfect.

{Inhales}

{Snoring}

{Vocalizing}

{Whistling}

{Sizzling}

{Sniffs, yawns}

-Mmm, yeah, you know I like it like that.

--Come on, baby. I said I like it.

-Donkey, wake up.

-Huh? What?

-Wake up.

-What?

-Good morning. Hm, how do you like your eggs?

-Good morning, Princess!

-What's all this about?

-You know, we kind of got off to a bad start yesterday. I wanted to

make it up to you. I mean, after all, you did rescue me.

-Uh, thanks.

{Sniffs}

-Well, eat up. We've got a big day ahead of us.

{Belches}

-Shrek!

-What? It's a compliment. Better out than in, I always say. {Laughs}

-Well, it's no way to behave in front of a princess.

{Belches}

-Thanks.

-She's as nasty as you are.

-{Laughs} You know, you're not exactly what I expected.

-Well, maybe you shouldn't judge people before you get to know them.

{Vocalizing}

-La liberte! Hey!

-Princess!

{Laughs}

-What are you doing?

-Be still, mon cherie, for I am you savior! And I am rescuing you from

this green - -

{Kissing sounds}

-beast.

-Hey!

-That's my princess! Go find you own!

-Please, monster! Can't you see I'm a little busy here?

-Look, pal, I don't know who you think you are!

-Oh! Of couse! Oh, how rude. Please let me introduse myself. Oh, Merry

Men.

{Laughs}

{Accordion}

Ta, dah, dah, dah, whoo.

I steal from the rich and give to the needy.

He takes a wee percentage,

But I'm not greedy. I rescue pretty damsels

Man, I'm good

What a guy, Monsieur Hood

Break it down

I like an honest fight

and a saucy little maid

What he's basically saying

is he likes to get - -

Paid

So

When an orge in the bush

grabs a lady by the tush

That's bad

That's bad

When a beauty's with a beast

it makes me awfully mad

He's mad

He's really, really mad

I'll take my blade and

ram it through your heart

Keep your eyes on me, boys

'cause I'm about to start

{Grunts, Groans}

{Karate Yell}

{Merry Men Gasping}

{Panting}

-Man, that was annoying!

-Oh, you little- -

{Karate Yell}

{Accordion}

{Shouting, groaning}

{Chuckles}

-Uh, shall we?

-Hold the phone.

{Grunts}

Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on now. Where did that come from?

-What?

-That! Back there. That was amazing! Where did you learn that?

-Well - - {Chuckles} When one lives alone, uh, one has to learn these

things in case there's a - - There's an arrow in your butt!

-What? Oh, would you look at that?

-Oh, no. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry.

-Why? What's wrong?

-Shrek's hurt.

-Shrek's hurt. Shrek's hurt? Oh, no, Shrek's gonna die.

-Donkey, I'm okay.

-You can't do this to me, Shrek. I'm too young for you to die. Keep

you legs elevated. Turn your head and cough. Does anyone know the

Heimlich?

-Donkey! Calm down. If you want to help Shrek, run into the woods and

find me a blue flower with red thorns.

-Blue flower, red thorns. Okay, I'm on it. Blue flower, red thorns.

Don't die Shrek. If you see a long tunnel, stay away from the light!

-{Both} Donkey!

-Oh, yeah. Right. Blue flower, red thorns.

-What are the flowers for?

-For getting rid of Donkey.

-Ah.

-Now you hold still, and I'll yank this thing out.

-Ow! Hey! Easy with the yankin'.

-I'm sorry, but it has to come out.

-No, it's tender.

-Now, hold on.

-What you're doing is the opposite of help.

-Don't move.

-Look, time out.

-Would you - -

{Grunts}

-Okay. What do you propose we do?

-Blue flower, red thorns. Blue flower, red thorns. Blue flower, red

thorns. This would be so much easier if I wasn't color-blind! Blue

flower, red thorns.

-Ow!

-Hold on, Shrek! I'm comin'!

-Ow! Not good.

-Okay. Okay. I can nearly see the head.

{Grunts}

-It's just about - -

-Ow! Ohh!

-Ahem.

-Nothing happend. We were just, uh - -

-Look, if you wanted to be alone, all you had to do was ask. Okay?

-Oh, come on! That's the last thing on my mind. The princess here was

just- - Ugh!

-Ow!

-Hey, what's that?

{Nervous chickle}

-That's- - Is that blood?

{Sighs}

{Bird chirping}

{Grunts}

My beloved monster and me

We go everywhere together

Wearin' a raincoat

that has four sleeves

Gets us through all kinds of weather

-Aah!

She will always be the only thing

That comes between me and the awful sting

That comes from living in a world

that's so damn mean

{Croaks}

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

-Hey!

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

{Both laughing}

La-la, la-la, la-la

-There it is, Princess. Your future awaits you.

-That's DuLoc?

-Yeah, I know. You know, Shrek thinks Lord Farquaad's compensating for

something,  which I think means he has a really - - Ow!

-Um, I, uh- -  I guess we better move on.

-Sure. But, Shrek? I'm - - I'm worried about Donkey.

{Blubbering}

-What?

-I mean, look at him. He doesn't look so good.

-What are you talking about? I'm fine.

-That's what they always say, and then next thing you know, you're on

your back. Dead.

-You know, she's right. You look awful. Do you want to sit down?

-Uh, you know, I'll make you some tea.

-I didn't want to say nothin', but I got this twinge in my neck, and

when I turn my head like this, look,

{Bones crunch}

-Ow! See?

-Who's hungry? I'll find us some dinner.

-I'll get the firewood.

-Hey, where you goin'? Oh, man, I can't feel my toes! I don't have any

toes! I think I need a hug.

-Mmm. This is good. This is really good. What is this?

-Uh, weedrat. Rotisserie style.

-No kidding. Well, this is delicious.

-Well, they're also great in stews. Now, I don't mean to brag, but I

make a mean weedrat stew.

{Chuckling}

{Sighs}

-I guess I'll be dining a little differently tomorrow night.

{Gulps}

-Maybe you can come visit me in the swamp sometime. I'll cook all kind

of stuff for you. Swamp toad soup, fish eye tartare - - you name it.

{Chuckles}

-I'd like that.

{Slurps, laughs}

See the pyramids along the Nile

-Um, Princess?

Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle

-Yes, Shrek?

-I, um, I was wondering.

Just remember, darling all the while

-Are you- -

You belong to me

{Sighs}

-Are you gonna eat that?

{Chuckles}

-Man, isn't this romantic? Just look at that sunset.

-Sunset?

-Oh, no! I mean, it's late. I-It's very late.

-What?

-Wait a minute. I see what's goin' on here. You're afraid of the dark,

aren't you?

-Yes! Yes, that's it. I'm terrified. You know, I'd better go inside.

-Don't feel bad, Princess. I used to be afraid of the dark, too, until

- - Hey, no, wait. I'm still afraid of the dark.

{Shrek sighs}

 -Good night.

 -Good night.

{Door creaks}

-Ohh! Now I really see what's goin' on here.

-Oh, what are you talkin' about?

-I don't even wanna hear it. Look, I'm an animal, and I got instincts.

And I know you two were diggin' on each other. I could feel it.

-You're crazy. I'm just bringing her back to Farquaad.

-Oh, come on, Shrek. Wake up and smell the pheromones. Just go on in

and tell her how you feel.

-I- - There's nothing to tell. Besides, even if I did tell her that,

well, you know - - and I'm not sayin' I do 'cause I don't - - she's a

princess, and I'm - -

-An orge?

-Yeah. An orge.

-Hey, where you goin'?

-To get... move firewood.

{Sighs}

-Princess? Princess Fiona? Princess, where are you?

{Wings fluttering}

-Princess?

{Creaking}

{Gasps}

-It's very spooky in here. I ain't playing no games.

{Screams}

-Aah!

-Oh, no!

-No, help!

-Shh!

-Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!

-No, it's okay. It's okay.

-What did you do with the princess?

-Donkey, I'm the princess.

-Aah!

-It's me, in this body.

-Oh, my God! You ate the princess. Can you hear me?

-Donkey!

-Listen, keep breathing! I'll get you out of there!

-No!

-Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!

-Shh.

-Shrek!

-This is me.

{Muffled mumbling}

-Princess? What happened to you? You're, uh, uh, uh, different.

-I'm ugly, okay?

-Well, yeah! Was it something you ate? 'Cause I told Shrek those rats

was a bad idea. You are what you eat, I said. Now - -

-No.

-I - - I've been this way as long as I can remember.

-What do you mean? Look, I ain't never seen you like this before.

-It's only happens when sun goes down.

"By night one way, by day another. This shall be the norm... until you

find true love's first kiss... and then take love's true form."

-Ah, that's beautiful. I didn't know you wrote poetry.

-It's a spell.

{Sighs}

-When I was a little girl, a witch cast a spell on me. Every night I

become this. This horrible, ugly beast! I was placed in a tower to

await the day my true love would rescue me. That's why I have to marry

Lord Farquaad tomorrow before the sun sets and he sees me like this.

{Sobs}

-All right, all right. Calm down. Look, it's not that bad. You're not

that ugly. Well, I ain't gonna lie. You are ugly. But you only look

like this at night. Shrek's ugly 24-7.

-But Donkey, I'm a princess, and this is not how a princess is meant

to look.

-Princess, how 'bout if you don't marry Farquaad?

-I have to.  Only my true love's kiss can break the spell.

-But, you know, um, you're kind of an orge, and Shrek - - well, you

got a lot in common.

-Shrek?

-Princess, I - - Uh, how's it going, first of all? Good? Um, good for

me too. I'm okay. I saw this flower and thought of you because it's

pretty and - - well, I don't really like it, but I thought you might

like it 'cause you're pretty. But I like you anyway. I'd - - uh, uh -

-

{Sighs}

-I'm in trouble. Okay, here we go.

-I can't just marry whoever I want. Take a good look at me, Donkey. I

mean, really, who can ever love a beast so hideous and ugly?

"Princess" and "ugly" don't go together. That's why I can't stay here

with Shrek.

{Gasps}

-My only chance to live happily ever after is to marry my true love.

{Deep sigh}

-Don't you see, Donkey? That's just how it has to be. It's the only

way to break the spell.

-You at least gotta tell Shrek the truth.

-No! You can't breathe a word. No one must ever know.

-What's the point of being able to talk if you gotta keep secrets?

-Promise you won't tell. Promise!

-All right, all right. I won't tell him. But you should. I just know

before this is over, I'm gonna need a whole lot of serious therapy.

-Look at my eye twitchin'.

{Door opens}

{Snoring}

-I tell him, I tell him not. I tell him, I tell him not. I tell him.

-Shrek! Shrek, there's something I want - -

{Snoring}

-Shrek. Are you all right?

-Perfect! Never been better.

-I - - I don't - - There's something I have to tell you.

-You don't have to tell me anything, Princess. I heard enough last

night.

-You heard what I said?

-Every word.

-I thought you'd understand.

-Oh, I undersatnd. Like you said, "Who could love a hideous, ugly

beast?"

-But I thought that wouldn't matter to you.

-Yeah? Well, it does.

{Gasps, sighs}

-Ah, right on time.

{Horse whinnies}

-Princess, I've brought you a little something.

{Fanfare}

{Yawns}

-What'd I miss? What'd I miss?

{Muffled}

-Who said that? Couldn't have been a donkey.

-Princess Fiona.

-As promised. Now hand it over.

-Very well, orge. The deed to your swamp, cleared out, as agreed.

-Take it and go before I change my mind.

-Forgive me, Princess, for startling you, but you startled me, for I

have never seen such a radiant beauty before. I'm Lord Farquaad.

-Lord Farquaad? Oh, no, no.

{Snaps fingers}

-Forgive me, my lord, for I was just saying a short... farewell.

-Oh, that is so sweet. You don't have to waste good manners on the

orge. It's not like it has feelings.

-No, you're right. It doesn't.

-Princess Fiona, beautiful, fair, flawerss Fiona. I ask your hand in

marriage.

{Gasps}

-Will you be the perfect bride for the perfect groom?

-Lord Farquaad, I accept. Nothing would make - -

-Excellent! I'll start the plans, for tomorrow we wed!

-No! I mean, uh, why wait? Let's get married today before the sun

sets.

-Oh, anxious, are you? You're right. The sooner, the better. There's

so much to do! Threre's the caterer, the cake, the band, the guest

list. Captain, round up some guests!

-Fare-thee-well, orge.

-Shrek, what are you doing? You're letting her get away.

-Yeah? So what?

-Shrek, there's something about her you don't know. Look, I talked to

her last night, She's - -

-I know you talked to her last night. You're great pals, aren't ya?

Now, if you two are such good friends, why don't you follow her home?

-Shrek, I - - I wanna go with you.

-I told you, didn't I? You're not coming home with me. I live alone!

My swamp! Me! Nobody else! Understand? Nobody! Especially useless,

pathetic, annoying, talking donkeys!

-But I thought - -

-Yeah. You know what? You tought wrong!

-Shrek.

I heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do ya

It goes like this the fourth, the fifth

The minor fall the major lift

The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah,  hallelujah

Baby, I've been here before

I know this room I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

But love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah,  hallelujah

And all I ever learned from love

Is how to shoot at someone

Who outdrew you

{Moaning}

And it's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

{Moaning}

Hallelujah,  hallelujah

{Thumping sound}

-Donkey?

{Grunts}

-What are you doing?

-I would think, of all people, you would recognize a wall when you see

one.

-Well, yeah. But the wall's supposed to go around my swamp, not

through it.

-It is around your half. See that's your half, and this is my half.

-Oh! Your half. Hmm.

-Yes, my half. I helped rescue the princess. I did half the work. I

get half the booty. Now hand me that big old rock, the one that looks

like your head.

-Back off!

-No, you back off.

-This is my swamp!

-Our swamp.

-Let go, Donkey!

-You let go.

-Stubborn jackass!

-Smelly orge.

-Fine!

-Hey, hey, come back here. I'm not through with you yet.

-Well, I'm through with you.

-Uh-uh. You know, with you it's always, "Me, me, me!" Well, guess

what! Now it's my turn! So you just shut up and pay attention! You are

mean to me. You insult me and you don't appreciate anything that I do!

You're always pushing me around or pushing me away.

-Oh, yeah? Well, if I treated you so bad, how come you came back?

-Because that's what friends do! They forgive each other!

-Oh, yeah. You're right, Donkey. I forgive you... for stabbin' me in

the back!

-Ohh! You're so wrapped up in layers, onion boy, you're afraid of your

own feelings.

-Go away!

-There you are , doing it again just like you did to Fiona. All she

ever do was like you, maybe even love you.

-Love me? She said I was ugly, a hideous creature. I heard the two of

you talking.

-She wasn't talkin' about you. She was talkin' about, uh, somebody

else.

-She wasn't talking about me? Well, then who was she talking about?

-Uh-uh, no way. I ain't saying anything. You don't wanna listen to me.

Right? Right?

-Donkey!

-No!

-Okay, look. I'm sorry, all right?

{Sighs}

-I'm sorry. I guess I am just a big, stupid, ugly orge. Can you

forgive me?

-Hey, that's what friends are for, right?

-Right. Friends?

-Friends.

-So, um, what did Fiona say about me?

-What are you asking me for? Why don't you just go ask her?

-The wedding! We'll never make it in time.

-Ha-ha-ha! Never fear, for where, there's a will, there's a way and I

have a way.

{Whistles}

-Donkey?

-I guess it's just my animal magnetism.

{Laughing}

-Aw, come here, you.

-All right, all right.Don't get all slobbery. No one likes a kiss ass.

All right, hop on and hold on tight. I haven't had a chance to install

the seat belts yet.

-Whoo!

{Bells tolling}

{All gasping}

-People of DuLoc, we gather here today to bear witnss to the union....

-Um-

-of our new king - -

-Excuse me. Could we just skip ahead to the "I do's"?

{Chuckling}

-Go on.

-Go ahead, HAVE SOME FUN. If we need you, I'll whistle. How about

that? Shrek, wait, wait! Wait a minute! You wanna do this right, don't

you?

-What are you talking about?

-There's a line you gotta wait for. The preacher's gonna say, "Speak

now or forever hold your peace." That's when you say, "I object!"

-I don't have time for this!

-Hey, wait. What are you doing? Listen to me! Look, you love this

woman, don't you?

-Yes.

-You wanna hold her?

-Yes.

-Please her?

-Yes!

-Then you got to, got to try a little tenderness. The chicks love that

romantic crap!

-All right! Cut it out. When does this guy say the line?

-We gotta check it out.

-And so, by the power vested in me,

-What do you see?

-The whole town's in there.

-I now pronounce you husband and wife,

-They're at the altar.

-king and queen.

-Mother Fletcher! He already said it.

-Oh, for the love of Pete!

{Grunts}

-I object!

-Shrek?

{Gasps}

-Oh, now what does he want?

-Hi, everyone. Havin' a good time, are ya? I love DuLoc, first at all.

Very clean.

-What are you doing here?

-Really, it's rude enough being alive when no one wants you, but

showing up uninvited to a wedding - -

-Fiona! I need to talk to you.

-Oh, now you wanna talk? It's a little late for that, so if you'll

excuse me - -

-But you can't marry him.

-And why not?

-Because- - Because he's just marring you so he can be king.

-Outrageous! Fiona, don't listen to him.

-He's not your true love.

-And what do you know about true love?

-Well, I - - Uh - - I mean - -

-Oh, this is precious. The orge has fallen in love with the princess!

Oh, good Lord.

{Crowd laughting}

-An orge and a princess!

-Shrek, is this true?

-Who cares? It's preposterous! Fiona, my love, we're but a kiss away

from our "happily ever after." Now kiss me! Mmmmm!

-"By night one way, by day another." I wanted to show you before.

{Whimpers}

{Crown gasping}

-Well, uh, that explains a lot.

-Ugh! It's disgusting! Guards! Guards! I order you to get that out of

my sight now! Get them! Get them both!

-No, no!

-Shrek!

-This hocus-pocus alters nothing. This marriage is binding, and that

makes me king! See? See?

-No, let go of me! Shrek!

-No!

-Don't just stand there, you morons.

-Get out of my way! Fiona! Arrgh!

-I'll make you regret the day we met. I'll see you drawn and

quartered!

-You'll beg for death to save you!

-No, Shrek!

-And as for you, my wife,

-Fiona!

-I'll have you locked back in that tower for the rest of your days!

-I'm king!

{Whistles}

-I will have order! I will have perfection! I will have - - Aaaah!

-Aah!

-All right. Nobody move. I got a dragon here, and I'm not afraid to

use it.

{Roars}

-I'm a donkey on the edge!

{Belches}

-Celebrity marriages. They never last, do they?

{Cheering}

-Go ahead, Shrek.

-Uh, Fiona?

-Yes, Shrek?

-I - - I love you.

-Really?

-Really, really.

- I love you too.

-Aawww!

-"Until you find true love's first kiss and then take love's true

form."

-"Take love's true form. Take love's true form."

-Fiona? Fiona. Are you all right?

-Well, yes. But I don't understand. I'm supposed to be beautiful.

-But you ARE beautiful.

{Chuckles}

-I was hoping this would be a happy ending.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

Oy!

Meant for someone else but not for me

Love was out to get me

That's the way it seemed

Disappointment haunted all my dreams

And then I saw her face

Now I'm a believer and not a trace

Of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

Ooh-aah

I'm a believer I couldn't leave her

If I tried

-God bless us, every one.

Come on, y'all!

Then I saw her face

Ha-ha

Now I'm a believer

Listen!

Not a trace

Of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

Ooh-aah

I'm a believer

I couldn't leave her if I tried

-Ooh!

-Uh!

Then I saw her face

Now I'm a believer

Hey!

Not a trace

Uhh! Yeah.

Of doubt in my mind

-One more time!

I'm in love

I'm a believer

Come on!

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe,

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, hey

Y'all sing it with me!

I

Believe

I believe

People in the back!

I believe

I'm a believer

I believe

I believe

I believe

I believe

{Hysterical laughing}

-Oh, that's funny. Oh. Oh.

-I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

I believe in self-assertion

Destiny or a slight diversion

Now it seems I've got my head on straight

I'm a freak an apparition

Seems I've made the right decision

To try to turn back now it might be too late

Now I want to stay home today

Don't wanna go out

If anyone comes to play

Gonna get thrown out

I wanna stay home today

Don't want no company

No way

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wanna be a millionaire someday

But know what it feels like to give it away

Watch me march to the beat of my own drum

And it's off to the moon and then back again

Same old day Same situation

My happiness rears back as if to say

I wanna stay home today

Don't wanna go out

If anyone comes to play

Gonna get thrown out

I wanna stay home today

Don't want no company

No way

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wanna stay home, stay home, stay home.........

I get such a thrill when you look in my eyes

My heart skips a beat

Girl, I feel so alive

Please tell me, baby, if all this is true

'Cause deep down inside all I wanted was you

Oh-oh-oh

Makes me wanna dance

Oh-oh-oh

It's a new romance

Oh-oh-oh

I look into your eyes

Oh-oh-oh

The best years of our lives

When we first met

I could hardly believe

The things that would happen

and we could achieve

So let's be together

for all of our time

Oh, girl, I'm so thankful

that you are still mine

You always consider me

like an ugly duckling

And treat me like a Nostradamus

was why I had to get my shine on

I break a little something

to keep my mind on

'Cause you had my mind gone

Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh

Turn the lights on, Come on, baby

Let's just rewind the song

'Cause all I want to do is

make the rest years the best years

All night long

Oh-oh-oh

Makes me wanna dance

Makes me wanna dance

Oh-oh-oh

It's a new romance

It's a new romance

Oh-oh-oh

I look into your eyes

Oh, yeah, yeah

I look into your eyes

Oh-oh-oh

The best years of our lives

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..............

Everything looks bright

Standing in your light

Everything feels right

What's left is out of sight

What's a girl to do

I'm telling you

You're on my mind

I wanna be with you

'Cause when you're

standin' next to me

It's like wow

And all your kisses

seem to set me free

It's like wow

And when we touch

it's such a rush

I can't get enough

It's like- - It's like

Ooh-ooh

Hey, what

It's like wow

Ooh-ooh, hey

Hey, yeah

It's like wow

Everything is looking

right now, right now

It's like wow

And I got this feeling

This feeling

it's just like wow

It's just like wow

You are all I'm thinking of.

Like wow

Everything feels right

Everything feels right

Like wow

Everything looks bright

All my senses are right

Like wow

Everything feels right

Baby, baby, baby

the way I'm feeling you

Is like wow

There is something

that I see

In the way

you look at me

There's a smile

There's a truth

In your eyes

What an unexpected way

On this unexpected day

Could it be

This is where I belong

It is you I have loved

All long

There's no more mystery

It is finally clear to me

You're the home

my heart's searched for

So long

It is you I have loved

All long

Whoa, over and over

I'm filled with emotion

As I look

Into your perfect face

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