Wilson: [sings] It had to be you It had to be you I wandered around, finally found
Tim: [sings] Somebody who
Wilson: Hi-ho, tone-deaf neighbor.
Tim: Hey, Wilson. What are you doing with that feather?
Wilson: Tim, I'm practicing an ancient Japanese technique.
Tim: Sumo tickling.
Wilson: No, no, Tim. I'm cross-pollinating irises. You take a feather and move the pollen from the stamen... It had to be you... to the pistil. It had to be you...
Tim: Why do you sing?
Wilson: Gets 'em in the mood, Tim. Here's to I'amour.