Here's Jack, in one of his rare moments of alert contentedness - enjoying the simple things in life, a full belly and a comfortable chair. All he needs is a pipe and a scotch.
That's a joke, of course. I won't let him smoke or drink until he's much older - 6 or 7, at least.
That was a joke, too. This is like the title credits to Monty Python and the Holy Grail; get ready for the llamas.