[Magenta opens his mouth to loudly protest, but is silenced by the bruise, eyes wide. Nervously, he takes his hat off and turns it in his hands, his voice coming out more subdued and meek.]

L-listen, I can tell you for a fact that there's nothin' there. Jesus, would I lie to you?

[...He pauses, staring firmly at the hat.]

Fuck that, but would James lie to you? He's a doctor. I'm not lyin', though. Do I need to come in there and drag you out kickin'n'screamin'?