Inside an apartment near the window) VANESSA: Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. (An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the spray bottle) : I want to say I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. .

• BARRY== Yes, but who can.
• Deny the heart that is.
• Yearning? ADAM: There's no yearning.
• Stop yearning. Listen to me!