I've tried being nice to him, Neal, this wasn't me yelling at him out of freakin' nowhere.

[His voice doesn't raise but it intensifies, and he forces himself to stay calm for a moment and take another hard drag of his cigarette.]

Look, man, I just- I don't like Malcolm. That's the skinny of it. And I'm not going to apologise. I'm glad he's good for you, like, seriously. If whatever his weird anti-emotional stance is works for you? That's great. I'm happy for you. But it doesn't work for me, and I don't like the way he tries to lord it over people.