Junior's Joint. Tony wanders in to find Branca sitting at the kitchen table. She informs him that Junior is off shaving, and gives him a highly skeptical look when he tries to come up with an innocent reason for asking after Svetlana. Hee! Why are all the Russians on this show so cool? Junior comes in before Tony can fumble around for another excuse, and pointedly asks Burse Bratched if she offered anything to drink to his nephew. "I am registered nurse," she replies. "Not maid." "Well, did you offer him an aspirin?" Junior snaps back. Heh. He turns to walk into the living room, muttering "cunt" under his breath as he goes. Tony follows him, wondering why Junior is so worked up. "It's this fucking competency hearing," explains Junior. "Delayed twice, and now it's coming up on Friday. I don't know whether to chill the champagne or shit my pants." Heh again. Score two for Uncle Junior! Although I'm not really sure why he couldn't just do both, seeing as how I've spent more New Year's Eves than I care to count doing precisely that. But maybe that was too much information. Tony leans over and is alarmed to discover that Junior still has some shaving cream left on his neck, as if that's somehow supposed to indicate the onset of senility. Okay, first of all, there's way more shaving cream there in the close-up than there was in the long shot, and besides, what guy hasn't done that once or twice in his life? I once spent half a day at work with a huge white glob of toothpaste drying on my chin. I'm not sure what to make of the fact that none of my co-workers bothered to tell me about it. Of course, knowing them, they probably just assumed that I spent the morning giving a blowjob to a guy in a Ferrari. Now that was definitely too much information. Tony helps his uncle wipe the cream away, and Junior blames the whole thing on Bobby Bacala, because he installed crappy light bulbs in the upstairs bathroom. Tony then sets up a future plot-point by mentioning that they've discovered where the jurors meet every day before heading to the courthouse, just in case the "insanity" thing doesn't work out.
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]."