[ Elevator Bell Dings ]
lt was me !
Hi, Mr. Reede ! Like the new dress ?
Whatever takes the focus off your head.
- What's up, Fletcher ? - Your cholesterol, fatty ! Dead man walkin'.
- Hey, Fletcher. - Hey ! You're not important enough to remember.
- What's it gonna be, Mr. Reede ? - A pockmark, eventually !
Don't ask ! For God's sakes, don't ask.
All right. You can beat this.
lt's all a matter of willpower !
A test. Something small.
Red. Red. All right ? Now focus.
The color of this pen is r-r-r--
The color of this pen...
iS le-e-e-e-e--
Re-e-e-e--
The color of the pen that l hold in my hand...
iS l-l-l-l--
r-r-royal blue !
[ Yelps ]
One lie, and l can't say it !
l'll write it.
[ Yelling ]
Write it ! Write it, or l'll break it off !
[ Chuckling Victoriously ]
Agh ! No ! Come on ! Stop it.
[ Screaming ]
Boss ? What happened ?
The pen is blue. The pen is blue !
The goddamn pen is blue !