Frank huffs, not taking it back, and DiBiago defensively says, "My great-grandfather was a knife sharpener. Yeah. Pushed a grinding stone up Preston Street to Alice-Ann, one leg shorter than the other from pumping the wheel. And since he didn't want his sons to push the goddamn thing, he made sure my grandfather finished high school, and my old man went to any college that would take him." Frank gets up out of his chair, dramatically, and says, "You're talking history, right?" He kind of menacingly takes a dart off a board on the wall as he goes on: "I'm talking now. Because down here, it's still 'Who's your old man?,' 'til you got kids of your own. Then it's 'Who's your son?' But after the horror movie I've seen today? Robots!" Hey! Bender is a robot and he has a mom! Named Mom! Frank: "Piers full of robots!" DiBiago looks down in shame. Frank: "My kid will be lucky if he's punching numbers five years from now." Frank, your kid will be lucky if he's breathing air five years from now. Frank: "And while it don't mean shit to me that I can't take my steak knives to DiBiago & Sons, it breaks my heart that there's no future for the Sobotkas on the waterfront." He turns around and flings a dart at the board, right into the forehead of a photo of Robert Irsay. Anyway, DiBiago blinks uncomfortably, like he's not sure it won't be his forehead next. He reaches into a bottom drawer and slams a shoebox onto his desk, telling DiBiago, "I think they're your size." He turns and takes darts out of the board as DiBiago lifts the lid off the shoebox and finds it full of bundled cash. Oh, man, you don't even have to go to the bank? Run home now and shove it in your mattress. He sighs heavily, as Frank coldly tells him, "I'm operating under the assumption that because of your relentless diligence, the funding for the grain pier is gonna pass the assembly." DiBiago stands and starts gathering bundles in a businesslike way, so his guard is down when Frank, brandishing a dart, grabs him by the lapel and hisses, "But I'm also talking about the canal. So you're gonna talk about the canal. The Muldoons who run the old line state are gonna talk about it, until some day, some way, that motherfucker gets dredged and we get some ships in here." Frank stomps off to the other end of the trailer as DiBiago resumes collecting all his cash, grateful to be leaving with both his eyes intact.