Tim: Hey, Wilson.
Wilson: Well, hi-ho, neighbor. When did you get back from California?
Tim: A few minutes ago. Mm, smells like ribs.
Wilson: Well, actually, I'm barbecuing some bulbs.
Tim: Fluorescent or three-way?
Wilson: No, Tim. These are lily bulbs. These are a dietary staple of the Native Americans of Montana. So, how was your tank-driving expedition?
Tim: A real kick in the lily bulbs.