Crack a bottle in celebration

[Sally]

At the beckoning of his dear Dr. Zinc, Sally will half-stumblingly-beeline his way to where she and Gus are talking, scoop up the orange capsules, and, as instructed asks no questions.

"Doc, I've been declared sober until the next batch of spamwiches is done on the griddle!" he says, glancing down at all the papers, "Here I am, toastin' Math, and here you are, math-a-latin' again!!"