It's blue. It's blue! The goddamn pen is blue!

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!