Wilson: You know, Tim, my father and I went through the same thing together.
Tim: You played soccer?
Wilson: No, no, no, no, no, no. Bagpipes. You know, Tim, I was quite a prodigy, but my father used to pressure me to practice five hours a day. And that pressure brought on one of the darkest days of my life. Tim, at the Saint Patrick's Day Parade, I showboated. Without shame, I drowned out the entire All-City Leprechaun Choir.
Tim: That reminds me of the time-
Wilson: Tim, we're talking about me.
Tim: Sorry.
Wilson: My father realized that his badgering was partly the cause of my behavior.
Tim: What did he do about it?
Wilson: Well, he lightened up. Said, "Do your best. If you're not the greatest bagpipe player in the world, it's OK." Oh, Tim, I felt so much better. I sat right down. I wrote a letter of apology to each and every leprechaun.
Tim: Wow. Did you have to write really, really tiny?
Wilson: No, Tim. I didn't.