Tim: Oh! Wilson, help, help, help! Oh! Oh, I put... [Wilson finds Tim with a bloodied ax stuck in his shoe]
Wilson: Oh, my God, Tim! Put direct pressure on it. I'll call 911.
Tim: Wait a minute. Hold on. You know what you should do first?
Wilson: Yes? Yes?
Tim: Let's see if the shoe fits you. [laughs]
Wilson: Oh, my God, Tim! Are you trying to kill me?
Mozart: Tim, are you trying to kill me? Tim, are you trying to kill me?
Wilson: I mean, I nearly had a heart attack.
Tim: You're not just saying that?
Wilson: Well, I'm still hyperventilating. I am the king! I'm the king!