No, you don't push the wind away, the wind comes at you. Ok change those, get the little...

[at the pre-tour party one of the waiters is on his way back to the kitchen with an entire tray of food] Morty the Mime:
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah. How come you got so much here? Mime Waiter:
I don't know, they're not eating it. Morty the Mime:
Did you do the wind? Mime Waiter:
I did the wind, I did the wind. Morty the Mime:
No, you don't push the wind away, the wind comes at you. Ok change those, get the little dwarf canolies. Come on, don't talk back, mime is money, come on, move it