[walking quickly after Michael, as Michael starts his car]

I told you. Time heals everything. It just-- [tries opening Michael's car door] Oh, the door's locked. Well, that's a statement, I guess. Okay, so... [knocks of Michael's car window] ...I'll keep these certificates at my house and-- [Michael leaves] Don't worry about me. I'm sure there's a train I can take. It's not like it's a dangerous neighborhood or anything. [the fish plant staff/mafia enforcers observe him] Hi. How ya doing?