[Don't mind Dean, he's just a little ticked off that his research is turning out to be crap. It's never been his strong suit.

And exciting? Vicodin is pretty exciting, Dean can vouch for it.]

Yeah, check it out. I'm gonna do the same. See if your Egypt lady is secretly Zita.

[He would wink suggestively, but...well. You know.]

What's her name, again? Elizabeth? Evian? [A beat, before Philip can glare through his sunglasses.] Evelyn, right.

[Dean moves around the counter and claps Philip on his good shoulder.]

Get some morphine and a nap, Elwood.