Cut to a lava lamp and a television set with some sort of alien-autopsy-rock music video on. Slow pan over to Adriana, in a smashing leopard print jumpsuit fit for working the corner, staring at the TV and smoking. As Christopher comes in, she looks at her watch and asks where he's been. "I was hanging out with Jon." Eep. Amy-speak. Next he'll be telling her, "He's a friend." Adriana asks if it was John Izzacupo. Favreau, he tells her. She asks if he went to the set. He answers yes and rolls his eyes. "Why didn't you call?" Adriana looks so hurt, the poor baby. Christopher makes excuses: "We were only there for like half an hour, and then him and Amy wanted me to give them a tour around Jersey." Adriana is shocked and appalled: "They did?" She gets up and stalks into the bedroom, giving him the "talk to the hand" and holding her head. "What? Vince Vaughn didn't come down there," Christopher yells after her. Christopher's such an idiot sometimes; but I must admit that Adriana spends most of her time stalking into the bedroom. However, the two aren't mutually exclusive.

Batting cages. Baseball-speak from Pussy directed at his son Matt. AJ's there, hanging out with his baseball cap on backwards. Pussy tells him he's up next. AJ says he just wants to watch. "You gotta snap outta this, Anthony," Pussy barks, and All-American Matt chimes in, "C'mon, AJ, it's fun." AJ insists he just doesn't feel like it. Pussy tells him that sometimes you have to do things you don't want to, because it's part of your tradition and your parents say so. AJ says baseball isn't part of their tradition, and Pussy says he talking about his confirmation. But Pugsley still doesn't want to get confirmed. "You want a purpose in life, doing what's right is your purpose," Pussy tries to convince him. AJ protests that "Nitch" didn't say such things, and Matt corrects his pronunciation of the philosopher's name. He takes him aside in a very man-to-man way, and gives him the scoop. Nietzsche ended up talking to his horse, Sartre got all his ideas from Heidegger, et cetera. He shoves AJ in the batting cage, telling him he should start from the beginning with Kierkegaard. "Whatever," says pouty Pugsley. Matt quotes Kierkegaard: "Every duty is essentially duty to God." "Nigga be a leader not a follower," AJ responds, quoting Master P. "Wait, you still listen to rap?" Matt is surprised, and tells him that rap music is "all about marketing now." AJ hurts his hand on a swing and drops his bat. Shake it off, Pugsley.