David Larrabee:
What's so constructive about marrying Elizabeth Tyson?
Linus Larrabee:
[offering a sheet of plastic]
Taste it.
David Larrabee:
[licks it]
It's sweet.
Linus Larrabee:
That's right. It's made of sugar cane.
David Larrabee:
Sugar cane. Wait a minute. This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that the Tysons own the largest holdings of sugar cane in Puerto Rico, would it?
Linus Larrabee:
Second largest. The largest have no daughter.
David Larrabee:
It's all beginning to make sense. Mr. Tyson owns the sugarcane, you own the formula for the plastics, and I'm supposed to be offered up as a human sacrifice on the altar of the industrial progress. Is that it?
Linus Larrabee:
You make it sound so vulgar, David, as if the son of the hot dog dynasty were being offered in marriage to the daughter of the mustard king. Surely... surely you don't object to Elizabeth Tyson just because her father happens to have twenty million dollars? That's very narrow-minded of you, David.
David Larrabee:
Just one thing you overlooked. I haven't proposed, and she hasn't accepted.
Linus Larrabee:
Oh, don't worry. I proposed and Mr. Tyson accepted.
David Larrabee:
Did you kiss him?
