Wilson: Well, Tim, it's just a physical reaction. When a person becomes frightened, his body releases large amounts of epinephrine.
Tim: I love that song, too.
Wilson: Hm?
Tim: [sings] Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from epinephrine goes walking...
Wilson: No, no, no, no, Tim. You're talking Ipanema. I'm talking epinephrine.
Tim: [grunts] Oh, yeah, sure you are. Sure.
Wilson: Well, let's just say adrenaline. It speeds up the conversion of glycogen into glucose. [Wilson lights up his pumpkin which features his face behind a fence] And glucose supplies energy to the muscles, thus making them more efficient for a fight or flight.
Tim: I don't care what it does. When Brad's friends see this Catacomb of Terror, there'll be epinephrine in their pants.