Outside, the boys take DVD players out of Christopher's trunk. They have a round table on DVD vs. laser disc, and Tony's perceived reluctance to deal with the new technology causes a short verbal scuffle between him and Christopher. Brendan tries to suck up to Tony by offering to install his DVD player, but Tony blows him off, so Christopher and Brendan make "the fuck?" gestures at each other and Christopher huffs over to Tony and asks in a don't-make-me-turn-this-car-around tone of voice, "Why can't you be nice to Brendan?" "We discussed that," Tony growls, throwing the DVD in the back of his Suburban and slamming the door.

Tony stalks back inside. Georgie tells him he has Serge on the line, and Tony tells him he'll take it at the end of the bar, but of course Georgie loses Serge while trying to transfer the call, and Tony bitches at him. Ah, Mafia Luddite humor. "Now he's not gonna call back," Tony says, sounding like he might cry. Enter Christopher: "Brendan's a good earner, T." Tony says he knows, but he doesn't like "that methamphetamine." Christopher shrugs and lights a cigarette as Tony crabs, "Oh fuck, I gotta call my mother." He steels himself and dials Livia "Bride Of Crankenstein" Soprano, who greets him with a theatrical, "Ohhhh -- look who calls!" She says that she'd wondered when he'd finally call her. Tony says with false cheer that she can stop wondering now, because he's called; after a pause, he reminds her that he called her the day before, so she should have called him back. Livia gripes that she called Tony's house, but an operator answered and she couldn't understand a word the operator said. Tony less-than-patiently explains that that's the answering machine. "Oh, fancy fancy," Livia sneers. She tells Tony to hang on while she turns down the heat under the mushrooms, and she stands up. We hear a "peep," and Livia sniffs the air.

At the club, Tony busts Georgie's chops some more, saying that he and Livia "are like two peas in a pod," and Livia can't "master the phone either," but at least Livia has an excuse: "She's seventy years old." Georgie shrugs all what-do-you-want-me-to-say.