Wicker Park

Magnificent, aren't they?
God's tears.
It's beautiful.
So are the others.
I, uh...

I guess I just...
have to make the right decision.

In the end, it's not your eye
that must decide.

Did Rebecca call?
Yeah. She'll be at the restaurant
in an hour to take you to the airport.

I put your tickets, passport, and
your new cell phone in your briefcase

and Hong will be there
in ten minutes.

Thanks. See you in four days.
The second you land,
those guys are gonna start poking
and prodding to see what you're made of.

Are you sure I'm the right guy
for this, Walter?

I'm no good at this corporate stuff,
I hate flying--

and isn't this Bob's thing, anyway?
Bob? Come on, you're gonna be fine.
Just don't eat anything
that wears a collar,

and if you need me, I'll be on the beach
in Cozumel screening my calls.

Look...this is a big break for you.
But I'm giving you this account because
I think you're the right man for the job.

Besides, you're gonna be a member
of the family soon, right?

Going down, please.
Oh. Matthew, keep away
from the bang-bang girls

or Rebecca will kick my ass, all right?