Phil turned to Spike "You shut up, he has a lot on his mind with one guy having a third eye and collapsing, you being a pothead and a drunkard, and Random having problems due to unwanted drug use, now put yourself in his position, before you call him a nazi"
Taking the bottle of JD from Spike, he walks outside and hurls it across the street. "It's painful but you'll get over it"
Sitting down next to Scautty, Phil leans back with his mug "Hey man, you alright?"