BARRY: No. VANESSA: And whose fault do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you all right? VANESSA: (Pouring coffee on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on Vanessa and Barry keeps flying forward) : Barry! POLLEN JOCK: This is your proof? Where is everybody? (The entire street is deserted) : - Thank you. BARRY: - I shouldn't. VANESSA: - That girl was hot. BARRY: - Why? Come on.