"That's what Jim Beam's for." And he lets himself in on the passenger side. Not much of a talk back. Or any talk. Jack's a talker. Tony's a brooder. ...Crap, they really are a sitcom. Coming next fall on ABC. But it's nice. Not having to think. Engage. Fix. All he has to do is give directions and sit back.

The apartment building he lives in is a nicer affair than his last one. Not precisely Carnegie Hill, but there's a doorman. That's something. Tony starts getting out when Jack gives that parting pearl making him pause. "Gotta show up more than once every ten years for it to count, Jack."

He says it lightheartedly enough. He was never the one who told Jack to leave. "Night." Closing the door he points as he starts walking towards the apartment entrance. "You're banned from my after parties!"

Just FYI. He's going to get a drink. Sit around in his dark apartment. Be filthy rich and stiff upper lip it. You know. Bachelor things.