Tim: You have company?
Wilson: Oh, my favorite kind of company. Mother. She just flew in from the Yukon.
Tim: Really? I finally get to meet your mom.
Wilson: Uh-huh. Mom, I'd like you to meet my friend and good neighbor, Tim Taylor.
Wilson's mother: [waves over the fence] Hidy-ho, Timothy.
Tim: Hi.
Wilson's mother: You must be the confused one my son helps out from time to time.
Tim: Yeah. Yeah, I'm him. [looks through the fence] Sure is good to meet you. [meets her eye] Ho! I see where Wilson gets his good looks.
Wilson: Yes. I just flew her in to help her celebrate Mother's Day. We're going down to Greek town to drink ouzo and dance the Xoro.
Tim: Boy, you guys really like to get down, huh?
Wilson's mother: [sings Greek music] You know it, baby.