"I guess I realized Whitney wasn't really my type. And I belong here with you guys," Wilson explained.

"Lance," Cow Chip said. "We were just inches away from a celebrity. We could have met her! We could have been really cool!"

"Fight it, Cow Chip," Lance replied. "Don't turn to the Dark Side."

"Wilson, can I talk to Whitney? What's her phone number at the hotel?"

"Cow Chip... stop..." Lance said. Cow Chip got up as Wilson pulled a paper out of his wallet. Lance jumped up holding his handcuffs.