And speaking of the "insanity" thing, here's Janice, pouring out her troubles to Carmela in the Chez Soprano kitchen. In addition to her sporty new hair-cut, Carmela also seems to be wearing some more flattering clothes these days. Or maybe they're just trying to use her breasts to distract us from the fact that it's highly unlikely these two would be gossip buddies. Either way, Janice complains that things between her and Bobby are "stuck at platonic," and that she's afraid of being "perceived as a harpy coming between him and his dead, idealized wife." Hmm. Is that anything like a dead, gay son? AJ appears, and Carmela reminds him that the Baccalieris are coming over for dinner on Sunday, and she wants him to help entertain the kids. "Bobby Jr.?" snots AJ. "The kid's like eleven!" I have way too many annoying younger cousins to not to feel at least a little sympathy for the guy, but that all gets thrown out the window when he compounds his snottiness by adding, "When am I supposed to study? Or I guess you don't care about that!" Oy. Excuse me for a moment while I modify my "Shut up, Meadow" macro to say "Shut up, [appropriate Soprano sibling]."
On a quiet suburban street somewhere, Vic the Appraiser is, well, appraising. Suddenly, Random Thug #1 and his non-SAG-card-holding associate Random Thug #2 run up and start kicking the crap out of Vic while screaming that he hasn't been returning Carmine's phone calls. "But but I'm only the appraiser!" wails Vic the Appraiser as they steal his walkman and toss it onto a nearby rooftop. "Now let me appraise [sic] you of this," says RT #1, before explaining that Vic should be ready to start working for Carmine at nine the next morning. Then RT #2 vents his frustration at not getting any lines by kicking Vic down a nearby slope before both Random Thugs walk away. Props to the director, by the way, for framing that shot with Vic's headphones dangling from the roof.