Defiler is ruining my appetite by playing a set at some club. Massive is sitting with Adriana, Christopher, and a whole bunch of Bud Lights. Okay, all these people have money. Why would they be drinking Bud Light? I mean, really. Christopher acknowledges that this isn't really Massive's type of music, but Massive points out that he likes any type of music that "turns shit green." Which I guess means money-making. Turns out the band no longer plays metal, but has opted for churning out the schmaltzy rock ballads that were so popular before the boy-band phenomenon. Defiler has also changed their name to Visiting Day, which is real, um, catchy, and Adriana thinks they blow Matchbox 20 away. Which, I must add, would not be hard. The audience hates Visiting Day almost as much as I do, which Adriana blames on being in the wrong sort of club. Christopher asks Massive if he's interested in the band. Massive is interested, all right. Interested in Adriana.
Back to the stupid dinner party, where Stupid Neighbor is still talking about mobsters. Dr. Melfi looks increasingly agitated and annoyed and gets up to go to the bathroom. She uses the opportunity to spy over at the Sopranos' house, but is startled by a loud noise that sounds like a struggle or torture coming from Tony's house. She does not look amused.
Christopher is expressing his doubts about the band. He points out that Richie, the lead singer, is thirty and still lives with his parents. Adriana says that he only lives at home because of "the accident," when he tried to cook trout with a downed power line. If he had died, that would have put Richie in the running for the Darwin Awards. Christopher is continuing to be supportive of Adriana, but doubtful about the music management biz and the crap-ass band that Adriana has chosen to promote. He reminds her that music isn't something that she can hold in her hand like a Coke or a monkey. Adriana knows all that, but she also knows good art when she sees it, and she sees it in Defiler. Perhaps she is also seeing the walls melt and a third hand sprouting out of Christopher's forehead?
Tony is at Dr. Melfi's, saying that his wife wants him to meet new people, a prospect to which he is not exactly looking forward. He goes on and on to Dr. Melfi, 'cause she's Italian and she should understand, about how the average white man is not very conversationally exciting. Dr. Melfi and I ask, "Are you saying you don't consider yourself white?" Tony clarifies for us that he does not mean "white" as in "Caucasian, " but "white" as in "uptight and stupid," like Stupid Neighbor. A person his father would have called a "white-bread Wop." A person who eats his Sunday gravy out of a jar. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm sure it's not a good thing. Dr. Melfi redirects the conversation and asks Tony why he doesn't branch out and meet new people. He says it's because of the guys, who may get their feelings hurt if he hung out with new people. 'Cause underneath their tough, hard-nosed wise-guy personas, they're all just little girlie-men. Dr. Melfi tells Tony that she was at a dinner party at Stupid Neighbor's last night, and wonders if he heard any strange noises. Noises that sounded like someone was screaming in pain. Tony stares at her for a moment, trying to figure out whether she's accusing him of something, but then he just says no and turns to leave. Then he turns back to say, "You saw my house," and gives her this funny uncomfortable look as he walks out the door. I have to say, I love these two together -- they're just so weird! It kind of makes me itchy.