[He huffs a laugh, then grins.]

I don't know, unintelligible yelling would probably scare all the sick people. But, uh, wine at breakfast and dinner, a guy told me. Other than that-

[Hank shrugs, his grin turned into a 'what can you do' kind of grimace, and taps his temple.]

This is a scotch hangover, from when I got here. Sorry to get your hopes up. Uh, I mean, unless you're a wine guy, in which case - wheee! Happy days!