Neil shrugs. He has no idea. All he knows is that he got the lecture of maybe since you're not feeling well, and no way he was giving up two lead roles just because, what, he was a foot shorter and slightly higher pitched? Bullshit.

"I don't know, and I don't care. I get to do it, and that's all that matters."

He wants a cigarette and a scotch, and he can't have either, so he just pouts grumpily for a moment.