"What, you don't like a little machismo in you?" --Is a horrible line on the best of days, but Jim injecting forced sauciness into his voice when he a.) sounds like he's been gargling with sandpaper and b.) looks like a bear has been idly gnawing on him makes it terminally intolerable. At least he seems self-aware about it being terrible, as he sobers a heartbeat later, giving up even the deliberate pretense.

"I just know my limits, is all," he sighs. Granted he's been pushed, with this, but not as hard as he's been pushed before. Many times over.

A deadpan followup, "We'll just have to see how fun recovery is without the medical technology I'm used to."