Okay, the pen is red... the pen is red... The color of this pen is ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh . This...

Fletcher: [Picks up a blue pen] [to himself] Fletcher: Okay, the pen is red... the pen is red... [aloud] Fletcher: The color of this pen is ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh [laughs] Fletcher: . This pen is reeeeeeeeeeehhh- [pauses then announces dramatically] Fletcher: The color of the pen that I HOLD in my hand is rrrrr-rrroyal blue! [falls to the floor exhausted] Fletcher: AHH! Fletcher: [grabs a piece of paper] Okay, if I can't say it, I'll write it! [starts writing "The color of the pen is - " but his hand shakes away involuntarily] Fletcher: No! You write! Write it! [his hand automatically turns to point the pen at him and he wrestles it to the ground] Greta: [enters the office] Mister Reede? Are you alright? Fletcher: [rises from behind the desk with 'Blue' written all over his face] It's blue. It's blue! The goddamn pen is blue!

royal blue! One lie, and I can't say it! I'll write it. Write it! Write it, or I'll break it off!