Wilson: Well, I just don't understand. Would it have been so horrible for them to have recorded one of my verses?
Tim: Why is this so important to you?
Wilson: I just always thought I had a flair for writing.
Tim: You do. I mean, you wrote a book.
Wilson: Yes, I did. The Psycho-Physiological Indices of Amorous Connections Among Termites of the Southwest.
Tim: And it's a great book. I'm halfway through the title already.
Wilson: Well, Tim, my book sold four copies. Fun, Fun, Fun sold four million.
Tim: Well, I think it's a fact of life people would rather have fun than termites.
Wilson: Well, the two are not mutually exclusive.
Tim: Hold on a second. Let me ask you a question here. What if one of your cousins had come to you with suggestions about things to put in your book?
Wilson: Well, don't be ridiculous. Why would I go to The Beach Boys for their views on entomology? [off Tim's look] Ahhh. Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Mm-hm. And why would they come to me about writing surfer songs?

Tim: Nice to see you guys. This is just unbelievable. Wow! I mean, The Beach Boys right... Could I ask you a little favor?
Al Jardine: Hey, say no more. Two, three, four...
The Beach Boys: [sing] Little surfer Little one Made my heart Come all undone Do you love me? Do you, surfer...
Tim: That's a good song, you know. But I was kinda hoping... You know, l... I really like that. But I was hoping you could do one of your great car songs. Uh, like Little G.T.O.?
Mike Love: That wasn't our song.
Tim: No. [laughs] I mean Little Old Lady from Pasadena.
Matt Jardine: That was Jan and Dean.
Tim: Um... Hey Little Cobra!
Bruce Johnston: Sorry. Rip Chords.
Tim: Well, the only one I know is Little Deuce Coupe, and I know you didn't do that.
Carl Wilson: Actually, we did.
Tim: Well... and it was great.
Wilson: Well, it would've been if they'd used my lyrics.
Mike Love: Let's not start that argument again.

Wilson: Well, if I'm gonna write songs, I should just write about things I know... like termites.
Tim: There you go!
Wilson: Mm-hm. Wood Vibrations.
Tim: Wood-n't It Be Nice. [Wilson laughs] Help Me, Rodent.
Wilson: Ah.