Gob: I'm not a limo driver. I'm a gentleman honey farmer. The only thing I've got back there are my bees.
George Sr.: Beans?
Gob: No, bees.
George Sr.: Bees?
Gob: Bees.
George Sr.: [opens door] Bees! Oh! Bees!
Gob: The boxes fell over on the way here when I had to swerve to avoid an ostrich.
George Sr.: You got to do something about this. These people paid a lot of money. Do something.
Gob: No, they won't listen to me. They've all got CCD.
George Sr.: CCD?
Gob: Colony Collapse Disorder. The guy sold me just really sick bees.