Wilson: Hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Tim: What are you doing, Wilson?
Wilson: Well, Tim, I'm admiring my yams.
Tim: Should I leave you alone?
Wilson: No, no, no, no, no, Tim. See, I'm a charter member of the tuber-of-the-month club. Did you realize that in New Guinea a family is judged by the quality of the yams they grow? As a matter of fact, a father passes down his yam-growing skills to his children.
Tim: Well, I just gave Brad the big sex talk. I don't think he's ready for the big yam talk yet.