Tim: Hi, Wilson. Do you have that old diesel generator? I'm gonna light up this revolving Santa on my roof.
Wilson: I'm sorry, Tim. I loaned that to the good doctor.
Tim: What?
Wilson: Oh, he did ask for it first. I could give you some tinsel and a nine-volt battery.
Tim: That's pretty funny, Wilson.
Wilson: Tim, I sense some competition between you and the good doctor.
Tim: No, I'm just decorating my house. I notice you don't decorate your house at Christmas, though.
Wilson: Well, actually, Tim. I decorate within. I have a tree in my heart, a wreath in my mind, and a star in my soul.
Tim: And you plug it in your bellybutton.