(A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
Barry:
Can't fly in rain.
(A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
Barry:
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
(WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a plant inside an apartment near the window)
Vanessa:
Ken, could you close the window please?
Ken:
Hey, check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see?
(Folds brochure resume out)
Ken:
Folds out.
(Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
Barry:
Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
(Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
Barry:
What was that?
(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back because the window is closed)
Barry:
Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This...Drapes!
(Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
Barry:
That is diabolical.
Ken:
It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
Andy:
What's number one? Star Wars?
Ken:
Nah, I don't go for that...
(Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
Ken:
...kind of stuff.
Barry:
No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.
Ken:
When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
Barry:
(Looking at the light on the ceiling) There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
(Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
Barry:
I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.
(Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the humans are sitting at)
Ken:
I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.
(Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and is about to put it in his mouth)