[ 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 !
