Quick shot of Christopher and the sidekick, shooting up in a hotel room. Didn't you kids see Traffic? Requiem For A Dream? Heck, they're in Italy, what about Hannibal?
Back at the dinner party, Furio runs down the family tree for Tony. Nino has been in hiding until just recently, and the Real Boss is in jail. Annalisa is also the Real Boss's wife. Meanwhile, Paulie has apparently been banished to the kids' table. He looks at a forkful of spinach with dismay, and calls the waiter over to order "macaroni and gravy." That actually sounds kind of good, but the waiter doesn't understand. One of the Italians translates: "He wants spaghetti and tomato sauce. And you thought the Germans were classless pieces of shit." Maybe he'd prefer a McRib. Alex the Stroh's Dog could pick one up for him on his way back from hitting the local Fashion Bug with Rae Dawn Chong's midget pimp.
Anyway, over at the grown-ups' table, Tony is giving a psychiatric diagnosis of Nino, saying that he has self-esteem issues. Don Vito pipes up helpfully with "Major Deegan Expressway." Tony plays along nicely with him, and I can sympathize, since my dad has something of a cartography fetish as well. My mother, on the other hand, needs two maps and a GPS tracking system just to make it out of the driveway. I guess there is a little truth to every stereotype. Annalisa, however, shatters all the Soprano spousal stereotypes by being gracious, intelligent, and most shockingly -- relatively free of make-up. Tony begins to realize that maybe she's the one in charge here.
Pointless shot of Paulie trying to go to the restroom, only to find it dirty and disgusting.