Tim: You know, our fifth anniversary show is coming up. I wanna make a big deal, but Davidson doesn't want to pay for it. I want to make a big, spectacular gift to my audience, you know.
Wilson: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. You know, Tim, in ancient China, there was once an emperor, and every year on his birthday, everybody in the land would bring him a gift. And every year, the gifts became more and more elaborate.
Tim: I get your point.
Wilson: Well, that's very good, Tim, 'cause I haven't made one yet. Anyway, one year, a small boy appeared before the emperor and told him that he had no riches to give. The only gift that he had was a song. You know what the emperor did?
Tim: Got him booked on Dick Woo's Chinese Bandstand.
Wilson: You're not making this easy, Tim. Anyway, when the emperor heard this song, he was so moved that he proclaimed it the greatest gift of all, because it was a gift that came from the heart. Well, I must get back to the yogurt.