- Hold your end up higher. - I am.

- You are not. - Don't worry about me.

Mm.

- Hey, isn't that suit charcoal? - No.

Looks charcoal grey to me. Some gray polyester blend.

Couldn't you find a black suit for your father's funeral?

- It's black. - It's grey.

- It's black. Black. - Grey. Grey!

Fine, it's black.

It's the greyest black I've ever seen.

- The colour doesn't matter! - Oww!

I'm sorry, Pop. I'm sorry!

- Quick! Get him out of there! - He's halfway to the harbour by now.

Ah, well.

(Man) "I leave you not just a model factory...

"but something infinitely more valuable.

"The future of string...itself."

(Explosion, shouting)

"And thus it is my dying wish...

"that my two sons run Smuntz String together."