Speaking of those meditative lawyers, they're still waiting for their cab. "This sucks," Rob says, "because the teams that are behind us are going to gain significant ground on us." Transportation curse, baby. Get used to it, because it's not easing up on you. It seems at first glance like worrying over the taxi delay is silly right now, because it's not going to let the Frats and the Guidos catch up, and they've got to think they're bunching with Danza at the airport anyway, but I have a feeling that Rob has a feeling that they're about to miss a tasty morning flight if they don't get their fannies to the airport. Frank and Margarita step off their boat and get going toward the airport as well. Finally, we see Esquire climb into a cab, encouraging the driver to shake a leg, because they're hoping to catch a flight. (I'm not sure whether he knows that they're going for a particular flight right now or not.) As Frank and Margarita amble along in what looks to be a very relaxed manner, Frank says, "We're in a race, man. We're in a rush rush rushy rush." They're still ambling, though. They get a cab, too.
Esquire cab. "It just feels good to have a little bit of a lead in one of the most important legs of the race," Brennan says. "The most important leg," Rob says with a smile. "It would be huge if we could get there by the end of the day," he goes on, "because otherwise the second-tier teams are gonna gain a little ground." He makes a forward-march gesture and says, "Drive fast." Incidentally, something about the angle and the light in this shot reveals what's under the white patch on Rob's shirt: a Nike swoosh. Damn, I really thought it was an MBTV logo.