Dean takes the time to shoot Philip a helpless look. It's not his fault! Even though it... kind of is, but still. Dean doesn't have any more control over these things than Philip does, and it's all written right there in his expression as he passes the graph over.

"Oh, please, like I'm dancing the friggin' La Bamba over here." He hisses it back defensively, quickly, before pulling back to smile painfully at the audience again. This is the worst. It's legitimately the worst possible friggin' thing, he hated it when it was happening and he hates it now. As a matter of fact, if he never, ever sees a studio audience again, it'll be too damn soon.

He returns Philip's sharp look with a flat one, like they're creating a goddamn symphony of failure together. Whatever. He can do side effects. "It's true, Dr. Phil. Studies show that other drugs can have a whole mess of problems. Nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea-" Wait, no, that's all the shit Pepto Bismal fixes. "-High blood pressure, heart attacks, high mortgage rates, inflation, flat tires, badger attacks, the moon. All directly caused by taking Viagra just once. Lift! doesn't have any side effects, because it's all natural, isn't that right, buddy?"