Beverly: Well, now that it's all sparkly, why don't take it back out, jump some puddles?
Adam: Puddles? No, no, no, no, no. It was a huge mistake to ride it. Never again.
Beverly: Never again? But I saw your face, you've never looked happier.
Adam: But I wasn't considering the harmful elements. We're talking fire, water, earth. Not to mention the deadliest of all... Air.
Pops: You're worried about air?
Adam: Dust, smoke, dirt, soot, unknown particulates, pollen... That one's had a target on my back for a while.
Beverly: But it's fun. [bicycle bell rings]
Adam: [gasps] Careful! The glands in your fingers secrete harmful oils!
Beverly: Adam, it's a bike. I think you're being a tad overprotective. The hell's that?
Pops: It looks like a see-through box.
Adam: Good eye. It's a protective Lucite case. Ideally, I'd have it in what the CDC calls a "clean room." But this'll have to do until those paper pushers call me back.