RIGHT! [Swaying slightly, Jack reaches out to grab a couple more bottles of alcohol.]

We're getting pie, right now. Savvy? [Is the bakery even open? Will they have to break in during the dead of night?]

Pie what'll resolve the bad feelings, at least for tonight, eh Bonesy? Tomorrow we can go about life as usual, with you plotting to remove the top of my skull and me plotting which end of the sword to use to run you through.