On the tee, Tony stands up and sniffs the air: "What's that smell? Did you guys go to a sushi bar?" "What the fuck's he talkin' about?" Junior asks nervously. Mikey shrugs. "I thought you were a baccalà man, Uncle Jun' -- what you doin' eatin' sushi?" Tony asks pointedly. (Baccalà is dried salted cod.) "You're fuckin' runnin' at the mouth, you know that?" Junior says, trying to sound commanding but not quite keeping the panic out of his voice. Tony picks up his club so that it imitates a penis pointing out from his waist and begins singing, "South of the border...down Mexico way..." Junior has had enough: "Hey, listen, my friend -- at least I can deal with my own problems! Unlike some I know." Mikey looks on with a satisfied smile as Tony asks what that's supposed to mean. "Take it however you want. Don't bullshit with me," Junior says threateningly. Silvio breaks it up by saying that they came to play golf, not to argue. Tony keeps singing, "South of the border...where the tuna fish play," and drives the ball.