You carry it the first 50 years, I'll take it the next.

- Sure. - And turn up the morphine drip.

(Father) I heard that.

Promise me... that you will never sell...

Smuntz String...

to one of those big conglomerates.

Keep it between you.

Brothers. Family.

- Promise. - I promise, Pop.

- (Lars) I promise. - So, you were sayin'?

I'll have to pass.

What?

"A world without string is chaos."

For once the Smuntz name was worth something!

- No, no! Don't! - Oh!

You... You used to love string!

That was when I was dating the son of a wealthy string magnate!

Not now, when I am married to the owner...of a worthless death-trap!

I thought you'd be happy! I stood up for myself today!

April, I've got new ideas.