Director’s Notes: Closeup on Le Fleur. A slow, insistent buzzing is heard as Le Bumblebee comes flying purposefully from the background towards Le Fleur.
Le Bumblebee: Quelle est? Ah, le belle femme fleur fatale. How is it that she can sleep when I am so near? We must stoke the furnace of love, must we not?
Le Fleur: Le mew. Le purrrr.
Le Bumblebee: This little love bundle. Now she is seeking for us a trysting place. Touching, is it not? Come, my little peanut of brittle. I will help you.
Le Bumblebee (caressing Le Fleur tenderly): You are ze corned beef to me, and I am ze cabbage to you!
Le Bumblebee (intoxicated with the scent of Le Fleur, buries his head in her pistils): I pierce you with the ack-ack of love, flowerpot. Ah, there ees very little difference between men and women. But.. VIVE LE DIFFERENCE!!
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