Red... red... Alright, now focus. The color of this pen is ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh... This pen is...

Fletcher Reede: [Picks up a blue pen; to himself] Red... red... Alright, now focus. [aloud] Fletcher Reede: The color of this pen is ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh... [laughs] Fletcher Reede: This pen is reeeeeeeeeeehhh- [pauses then announces dramatically] Fletcher Reede: The color of the pen that I HOLD in my hand is rrrrr-rrroyal blue! [falls into his chair exhausted] Fletcher Reede: AHH! One lie and I can't say it! [gets an idea; grabs a piece of paper] Fletcher Reede: I'll write it! [starts writing "This pen is - " but his hand shakes away involuntarily. His arm then swings around uncontrollably, knocking everything off his desk and wiggling in the air. Fletcher finally manages to grab his arm with his other hand and pin it to the desk with his knee] Fletcher Reede: Write it! Write it or I'll break it off! [Fletcher closes his eyes as his hand finishes writing the sentence. When he reopens his eyes, he discovers - to his horror - that the hand has written "blue!" on his desk] Fletcher Reede: No! C'mon! [His hand darts away to write "blue" again] Fletcher Reede: Stop it! [His hand automatically turns to point the pen at him and he wrestles it to the ground] Greta: [enters the office] Boss? What happened? Fletcher Reede: [rises from behind the desk with 'Blue' written all over his face] The pen is blue. The pen is blue! The goddamn pen is blue!