p. 271 (sound of string snapping. Andre runs in.)

Andre: Oscar! 

Oscar: My G string broke...

Andre: Hold still and let me have your hand.

Oscar: My G string...Andre, Andre...

Andre: Nevermind the string; let go of the violin!

Oscar: Has God placed his hand, not on my head but my hand?....Ouch, that hurts!

Andre: Of course it does!