Scene: Car. Interior. Jason runs into store for essentials (wine, more wine) while Amy, Noah and Ezra wait in the car. It's a nice night, so he cuts the engine. The iPod goes silent.
Noah: No! No! I want the blue song! I need the blue song!
Amy, who less than like, 24 hours earlier wrote about this very quirk, complete with the words "songs are rarely blue" because OF COURSE, quickly turns the car back on. "Bust A Move," as sung by the cast of Glee, starts up again.
Noah: No! That's the orange song. I want the BLUE song.
Amy starts going back through shuffled songs they've listened to already.
Noah: NOT THE RED SONG! I need the blue song, Mommy!
Amy starts playing random songs that he might have heard recently, then a bunch of his favorites. Four or five yellow songs, two pink and another orange song are all emphatically rejected.
Noah; BLUE SONG. BLUE!
Amy: I don't know the blue song, Noah. I..I don't hear songs the way you do.
Oh awesome, and now he's crying.
Amy: I don't see colors for songs, baby. That's a really special Noah thing. Can you sing it for me?
Noah snuffles and starts humming a familiar tune...that Amy still cannot quite place. Shit.
Jason returns to a scene of full-on hysterics. Noah continues to plead for his blue song. Amy is about to chuck the stupid iPod out the window.
Jason: What does the blue song sound like, buddy?
Noah hums it again. Amy suspects Vampire Weekend. Amy is wrong. Jason is like, DUDE. Amy looks at him like, I KNOW RIGHT?
Jason: What does the blue song look like?
Noah: Fireworks. Blue ones.
Amy gives up, hits shuffle, hopes for a miracle out of the 1,328 or whatever songs. "Say Hey (I Love You)" starts up, and Noah stops crying. He looks out the window and starts shaking his head to the beat.
Jason: Is this the blue song?
Noah: No. It's green. It's okay though.