Are you still working on that lighter-than-air compound?

It's a, uh, propulsive polymer and...

I don't mean to be rude, Wilson, but I... I have to go.

You don't seem too happy to see me, Phil.

- I'm not. - Well...

All the years we've known each other, studying, working together.

- What happened between us, Phil? - Well, I just got tired of you stealing my ideas, Wilson.

And what would you have done with them? You would have misplaced them,

forgotten them, lost them.

There's no doubt you're the brighter of the two of us.

You have a genius for science. I grant you that.

It's just the science of daily life that eludes you.

I've heard that copper psych before. Excuse me. That's very volatile.

I won't deny that I hate you for your brilliance.

I'm petty, corrupt.

I probably would have gone mad trying to compete with you in pure thought.

But, uh, I'm not an innovator like you, Phil.

I'm an adapter, and to that end,

I have profited from your ideas.

- Why are you here? - Well, to be honest,