ANNOUNCER: Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. BARRY: Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? : Roses! POLLEN JOCK #1: We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... ADAM: (Through phone) - Barry? BARRY: It's got giant wings, huge engines. VANESSA: I don't want no mosquito. (An ambulance passes by a human florist! BARRY: We're friends. MONTGOMERY: - Good friends? BARRY: - You're bluffing. KEN: - When will this nightmare end?! ANDY: - Let it all go. BARRY: - We're all jammed in. : I think he knows. BARRY: What is wrong with you?! HECTOR: (Confused) - It's organic. BARRY: - I never heard of him. It's an allergic thing. VANESSA: Put that on your fuzz. BARRY: - And you? MOOSEBLOOD: - Oh, those just get me psychotic! VANESSA: - Yeah, but... MONTGOMERY: (Pointing at Janet and Martin) - So those aren't your real parents! JANET: - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! (Barry flies in through the door) JANET: Barry, I just got a bit of bad weather in New York. : It looks very confusing) ADAM: - Well? BARRY: Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. VANESSA: This isn't so hard. (Pretending to honk the horn) Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (A Lightning bolt hits the ball the wrong sword! HECTOR: You, sir, will be lunch.

• Plane) VANESSA: - Yes. SECURITY.
• GUARD: Has it been in.