"Let' see 'ere. Accordin' to this recipe we need batacuda fins, flying fish scales and manticore feathers. Mix 'em up in a soufflé..." "Nonsense, he needs some of me dear departed mother's egg bird's nest soup." "I'm sorry, I didn't know your mum was... well... you know." "Oh no, she just departed. Went to Mooshu on holiday. Should be back about a month." "Chicken soup, that's what he needs!" "Now hold on just a cotton pickin' minute there, buckaroo." "Not a Chicken, but a chicken. Argh, you explain it." "I don't think so." "Good luck getting yourself out of that hole, matey." "I an' I use me mojo, soon make Jack feel better." "Mormo could do that, but Old Scratch always gets to use magic first. Not fair." "Doesn't he just need a couple of blankets if he's cold?" "He's not cold, he has a cold, ye idjit!" "Who are you callin' an idjit, ye maroon." "You take that back!" "Hot and cold compresses, that's the ticket." "Cold compresses for a cold? That makes no sense." "I'm getting the feeling the cure is worse than the disease." "This book 'ere says to take the egg from wyvern, crack it over the person's head and don't have him wash. After a week the patient should be better." "Ki-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!" "What?" "Nothing, it just has to come out periodically." "I'm beginning to suspect the best thing for Jack is keep you lot away from him. Far away." "Maybe that's why all these Spiral cures involve sending people out to look for ingredients." "That makes sense, in a weird sort of way. Maybe we should ask Blind Mew about that." "OK, now everyone sign the card - NO, not all at once!" "Me first!" "No, me!" "I have the pen, so I get to... hey, give that back!" "Look out! That's done it, you guys have smudged it. now what'll we do?" "We could send him a singing telegram." "Oh, no, Cap'n. Not the way you sing!" "We have to do something!" "Alright, everyone, listen up. On the count of three. One, two... wait for it... five! Just kidding. Three!" "GET WELL SOON, JACK!"