At Soprano Manor, caterers walk past with sprays of flowers while Carmela is on the phone, trying to straighten out the benefit guest list. Christopher comes in and slinks up the stairs behind her; Carmela sees him disappearing around the corner of the landing, and she looks after him suspiciously but doesn't get off the phone right away.
Upstairs in Meadow's room, Christopher tells her that if anyone finds out that she got crystal from him -- Meadow interrupts to exult, "Yes!" and snatches the glassine bag out of his hand, but he grabs her arm and tells her that he's serious; he knows they don't get along but she wouldn't want to see him dead, would she? Meadow doesn't seem to hear this, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying, "I gotta call Hunter. You're the best!" Shut up, Meadow. Christopher takes her arm again, repeating that he's serious, he only did it this once, "I'm no drug dealer," he didn't want her going down to some shady area and getting hurt, blah blah blah justificationcakes. Carmela comes in and stands in the doorway; Christopher and Meadow move away from each other as Meadow snipes, "God, doesn't anyone ever knock?" and stows the stash under her leg. Carmela looks skeptical as Meadow covers with, "Look, tell Brendan that Hunter would rather die than go out with him." Carmela says, "Brendan?" and instructs Christopher to "keep that asshole away from that child, you understand me?" Christopher shrugs that Brendan asked him to do him a favor, that's it. "All right, you delivered the message, now let Meadow study." Christopher slouches past her, and before she's even closed the door, Meadow starts dialing Hunter.
Artie and Charmaine in the kitchen. Artie waxes impressed about how the hospital will christen a Soprano wing or some such nonsense; Charmaine shoots him down by saying she thinks he's "just jealous of their money." Artie asks her to explain why she won't accept tickets to the Caribbean, given out of friendship, because Soprano money is tainted, but she'll cater a fancy party and take tainted money for that. Charmaine says the party's different, because Artie's a chef and he's doing his job. Good, Artie says; then she won't object to Tony's fronting him some money for a new place, "because he offered." Charmaine gives him a "you've got to be kidding" look, and Artie teases her, "Now, look at that face." Charmaine, almost laughing at his naïveté: "Oh god, Arthur, don't tell me that you took money from Tony Soprano." Artie asks how it's different from the party: "I'm a chef, I need a place to cook." Charmaine splits another hair, saying that she's "offering Carmela [her] support" and that at least the party "is for a very reputable cause," but to have Tony for a partner "would mean the end of everything." Artie bitches that nobody else has offered them anything except the Sopranos, and he gesticulates with a piece of food, and she tells him to watch what he's doing. Artie snaps his towel in frustration.