Jaromir Jagr: Man, I wouldn't mind giving that Gloria chick a hip Czech, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
David Chase: Are you sure you'd be interested in someone with so many obvious emotional problems?
Jaromir Jagr: You're not a big hockey fan, are you?
The Pizza Parlor. Three Hispanic guys are camped out at the front table, laughing and smoking. When the owner asks them to take it outside, they refuse, thus prompting Jackie Jr. and his sidekick to intervene. This quickly degenerates into a brawl that leaves a number of decorative bottles broken, and then the Little Lord pulls a gun and orders them out of the place. As they run out, we see Christopher walking up, and Jackie quickly moves to hide the gun. Chris enters, and "Walk Like An Egyptian" starts up on the soundtrack. Jackie explains that they had to chase off some [racial slur deleted] who were hassling Roy the owner. Roy, who looks and sounds more and more like Mel from Alice with every episode, sadly sweeps up the remains of his bottles. "I've been collecting these for twenty years," he says, shaking his head. "What the fuck? It's only glass, right?" That is so not what my mom said when I broke the glass door, but that's okay. Christopher joins Jackie Jr. and The Sidekick at the table, and I decide to bow to the masses and henceforth christen the boy Little Lord Fuckpants The Poo Ass, although I personally prefer Little Lord "The Poo Ass" Fuckpants. It just sorta rolls right off your tongue. Eww. Not like that. You people are sick. Anyway, Chris offers them some work hijacking a cigarette truck, but LL"TPA"FP claims they're working for Joey Pants now. Chris reminds them that if they ever "want to jump ship, [they] know [his] number." He then stands to leave with a dramatic flourish, and Jackie and TSTSNBN (The Sidekick That Shall Not Be Named) look quite impressed with his manliness. Eww. Not like that.