Eighty-six carats? Brilliant cut, beautiful make. Clean, no fluorescence. A beautiful stone. You’re a good boy, Franky. A good boy. You did a real good job. Now when do you get back? I got to move the two-grainers here, and get a better price. Couple of days. Talk to my cousin Dougie. Doug The Head? Yeah, Doug The Head. And Franky… And what? Stay out of those casinos. You did a goodjob, bubbe. Don’t go screwing it up, all right? I hear you, Avi. l’ll see you, Avi. Eighty-six carats. Where? London. London? London. London? Yes, London. You know, fish, chips, cup ‘o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins… London!