Bob, you were demanding proof ! I had to give you proof !

Bob:
Alright, I'm willing to listen... Nick:
That's great, Bob. Bob:
Okay, what is it ? Nick:
We have been Negotiating with men in UFOs for seven years. If we don't get to Washington by Friday, the whole deal will be off. Bob:
Drive me home. Nick:
Bob, you said you were willing to listen ! Bob:
Negotiating with UFOs ? Nick:
Yes! Space men ! Men from outer space ! Alien beings! ufoes! Bob:
We've been Negotiating with Men from outer space for seven years! Nick:
That's right! C'mon now, you've heard about it. Bob:
There are no UFOs ! Nick:
Bob, that's what they tell the general public! You're right. How're you supposed to know? I mean, they've been lying to you for so many years, you don't know what to believe. Bob:
What are you talking about ? [Nick whips a pen out of his jacket pocket] Bob:
What is that? Nick:
Read the inscription. Go ahead! Bob:
"To Nick, From his friends far away." Nick:
They gave it to me. the ufoes. Bob:
This is your proof? Nick:
Read it and weep ! C'mon! Bob:
From his friends far away ? Nick:
YES! Bob:
Take me home. Nick:
You're one hell of a skeptic, aren't you, Bob ? Alright, you want proof ? Bob:
I want proof. Nick:
I'll give you proof. [Nick pulls tin can, baseball, and hammer from trunk of car, puts the ball on the tin can, and hammers the pen through the baseball. He picks up a piece of cardboard and scribbles on it with the pen, then triumphantly shows it to Bob] Nick:
Can we go now? Bob:
What is that, the inner workings of your mind? Nick:
You saw it, I hammered it through the baseball and the outer space pen still writes! Bob:
I saw that in a commercial on television. they sell pens over the phone that can do that. Nick:
Alright, alright. There's ONE thing that the pen does do. You willing to watch? Now watch. Pay attention! [tosses ball in the air, where it hangs. it starts rotating, the pen opens up and displays colored lights. The ball starts spinning, faster and faster, and then zooms into the sky out of sight] Nick:
Can the pen on TV do that, Bob? Bob:
wh... wha... Nick:
It's a homing pen. It goes right back to their galaxy. Eh, they probably think I'm in trouble or something. I hope they don't think I didn't like the pen! Bob:
You can't get it back? Nick:
Oh no, that's it. Only one I had. Eh, boy, hate to lose a memento like that. Real collectors item, a pen like that, Bob. Bob:
And you just threw it into outer space ? Nick:
Bob, you were demanding proof ! I had to give you proof !