Well, like I said, when I get outta here, we can hole up in one'a our rooms with some booze, an' if you cross your fingers, you might get happy stories outta me. Though most of mine aren't sad, really, just true to life on some'a those planets out there.

[Though of course the reason he's holding back info on what Jack did for their drunken chat is to tell her a sad story with the help of alcohol, so... yeah fail.]