This would not be the first time we’ve questioned Lewis’ color-blindness.
Lewis: Are you all right, Simon?
Simon: I'm good! I'm really good. I'm gr-I'm great. I'm DANDY. I'm FLIPPIN' MARVELOUS, LEWIS. I'M FLIPPIN' MARVELOUS.
Simon: I'm being sarcastic; I'm NOT okay.
Simon: There's a chest! It's got treasure in there possibly. IT'S GOT A POEM IN THERE, BRILLIANT! THE GREATEST OF TREASURE; A FUCKING POEM, are you kidding me? Come on, don't I get like a wand, or a staff, or like a pretty dress?
TB: They've given you the gift of literature, Simon.
Simon: Well I hope they kept the fucking receipt.
I know this is more of a Lewis moment, but I could not breathe for a good five minutes after this bit.