Wilson: Little Mozart. Little Mozart. Little... Mozart! Where are you?
Tim: [o.s.] Hey, Wilson! He's up here! Somehow he got out of the cage. He's up here on this wire!
Wilson: Tim, you be careful!
Tim: [o.s.] It's okay. I got him. He's right next to me. Come here, Mozart! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... [screams]
Wilson: Oh, my God! Oh, Lord! Tim! Tim! Tim, are you all right? Tim?
[As Wilson checks on the body that fell from the roof, Tim walks up behind him]
Tim: [chuckles] Who's the king now?
Mozart: Tim's the king. Tim's the king.