Cobb had slowed down his drinking a bit. He could feel the warmth of the spotchka working through him. A few more glasses and he'd be pleasantly drunk. Not yet though. Not nearly as intoxicated as Billy.

"If you've got all that power no better use for it than to help people," he mused as he poured. "I don't have any power but I do what I can with what I've got."

He wasn't a Jedi. He wasn't magic like Billy. But he could fix things and look out for people. That was enough to do good with.