[Between two fingers, he holds up a tacky looking, but entirely real, $1,000 Bellagio poker chip. It seems to wobble a little in his grip, the purple-blue stripes closest to what would be 'north' on the chip face trying to bend toward Quentin.]

It know it doesn't fix the big things, and I know you've probably got plenty of people you could ask about doors. But I want you to have it anyway.