When you're working with Leo [prolonged, swooning sigh], there's an unspoken language, just like working with Bob De Niro. And so when I told Leo, "Hey, this Wolf Of Wall Street guy, he's a stockbroker in the '80s and '90s. He's the pride before the fall. He's all about excess," Leo [sustained, contented humming sound] knew just what to do. He goes to the wardrobe trailer, he comes back with the biggest suit he could find. He said, "Marty, it's almost Fellini-esque in its grotesqueness, don't you think?" and then we just stared into each other's eyes for about 40 minutes. And his hair—you know, he looks almost like Ronald Reagan here. That's no accident. Hey, The Killers, that's a fantastic picture. Don Siegel. Terrific, terrific picture. Anyway, then I gave Leo [extended silent, dreamy reverie] a briefcase and explained that it's what businesspeople carry when they work for a living. He didn't quite get it, but you have to admire the effort. [Sharp, braying laughter.] We'll get it eventually.