Wilson: Well, Tim, the problem is you're just thinking too much. Let's say you were a racecar driver...
Tim: Oh.
Wilson: And you're taking your turns at Indy.
Tim: Indy, aaaaarrrgghhh! Passing Unser. See you, buddy. Sucker! Aah!
Wilson: Ah, Tim, you're doing quite well.
Tim: Yeah. Finish line's right up there, checkered flag.
Wilson: Don't look in the mirror.
Tim: Aaaaarrrgghhh!
Wilson: Mirrors? Forget about the minicam.
Tim: Minicam's right back here.
Wilson: Don't wave at the...
Tim: Aah!
Wilson: Uh-oh. You hit the wall.
Tim: They're all passing me. I was so close to it.
Wilson: Well, Tim, you were doing fine when you weren't thinking about the minicam or the mirrors and such. You were going on instinct. You were one with the car. You were Zenlike.
Tim: I was Zenlike. I never met Zen. What was he like?
Wilson: No, no, no, Tim. Zen is a state of mind. Like when you dance, you can't worry about what your hands and your feet are doing. You just have to let the music envelop you.