These skates belong to Nick, Chief.

You must set him free, and not hold this against him.

He's going to wipe the slate clean this time and astonish folks here in Scranton by showing them what a fellow of his varied talents can do, once he sets out to go straight.

And, for one, I wish him the best of success from the bottom of my heart.

I hope you enjoy your skates, Nick." He held out his hand, and the astounded Nick mechanically allowed Hugh to squeeze his digits.