Wilson: Problem, Tim?
Tim: The problem is I can't dance.
Wilson: I won't ask you.
Tim: I got Jill kinda angry with me 'cause I was goofing around at this dance class we took.
Wilson: Well, Tim, oftentimes we mock that which we cannot do.
Tim: I can't cha-cha. I was trying to figure out where to put my hands and my feet and line everything up. And the next thing I know, the instructor slides under a piano and her jaw is wired shut.
Wilson: I don't know that step.
Tim: She didn't either. [chuckles] Whoa.