Wilson: Well, Jill, if it's any consolation to you, I myself was quite the rapscallion when I was Brad's age.
Jill: That's hard to believe.
Wilson: Oh, yes, indeedy. I was a holy terror.
Jill: What could you have possibly done?
Wilson: Well, I'm afraid to admit it, but when I was in high school, I was playing chess with my father... and he had me hopelessly cornered. And I, being the incorrigible rebel, refused to concede defeat.
Jill: And I thought Brad was bad.
Wilson: It gets worse. So for punishment, he sent me up to my room and instead, I snuck out a window, across the state line and went to a Monet exhibit.
Jill: You were a wild one.
Wilson: Oh, yes, I was. And look how normal I turned out.