Jill: Don't listen to him. Just- Just be yourself. You know, tell her about all that interesting stuff that you do.
Wilson: Well, maybe I could tell her of the time I was in India and danced naked while my body was pierced by the swords of Siva.
Jill: Then again, you don't want to reveal too much on your first date. [gong and panpipe doorbell]
Jill: OK, I'll get it.
Wilson: [groans] Oh, my.
Tim: Are you OK?
Wilson: Actually, I'm experiencing extreme diaphoresis. [off Tim's blank look] I'm sweating like a pig.