The guys hang out at the Bing, watching naked ladies and football while drinking beer. The Bills are down 24-21 against the Buccaneers, and for someone who lives in Upstate New York, I got a real kick out of Benny saying, "[The Bills will] choke. That's what they do." So, so true. Tony bet on the Buccaneers plus three, so the Bills can get a field goal here and he'll break even, but if they score a touchdown, Tony loses. Some schmo near the bar starts cheering for Buffalo. In the final play of the game, Buffalo fumbles, then recovers the ball and runs it in for a touchdown, winning 28-24. The schmo near the bar starts celebrating obnoxiously, making Tony angry, so he announces that he's going in the back for a nap. When he gets in back, he throws a huge temper tantrum, smashing things all over the place. This is why I think Silvio has had to become an amateur lamp fixer.

It's Phil's coronation as boss, since all of the other contenders have been whacked. There's a dinner to celebrate, featuring a performance by Nancy Sinatra, who is making the sexy eyes at Phil as he sits at the head of the table. She knows where her bread is buttered, even if that bread is kind of old and creepy. And so is the butter. And...I just grossed myself out, and I'm not even sure where I was going with that. The entire New Jersey contingent is there as well. Phil watches Nancy sing like he feels he deserves to be worshiped, and Tony notices.

After the dinner, Christopher talks to some guy about how they're looking for distribution for his film. Silvio asks Tony if he's ready to take off; Tony is more than ready. He walks over to say his goodbyes to Phil, who excuses himself from the intimate conversation he's been having with Nancy Sinatra. Things start out well, as Tony congratulates Phil, but then Tony wants to talk business. Phil preemptively asks, "A favor already?" Wow. Nothing like trying to pull rank on the first day you're made boss. Phil wants Tony to take a night off and celebrate, but Tony launches right into the troubles Little Vito has been having. Phil muses, "I guess the turd doesn't fall far from the faggot's ass." He doesn't know how prescient that is. Phil promises to talk to Little Vito, since he doesn't want to give Marie money either.