Adriana, Carmela, and Tony at an elegant restaurant for dinner. Adriana is talking about picking out bridesmaid's dresses with her best friend Anna. Carmela (the make-up theme today appears to be frost) notes that she still hasn't found anything to wear to AJ's confirmation. "With all the flowers coming into bloom, I would love to be a June bride." Don't count those lovelorn chickens before they hatch, sweetie. "Yeah, here's your June groom," Tony guffaws, as Christopher enters and does that "excuse me" back and forth dance with a waiter. He apologizes for being late, and Adriana tells him she ordered him pasta fagioli and a plate of antipast' to share because they have some rare imported salami. Silently, she's all "wouldn't I make a wonderful wife and why haven't you proposed" and he's all "I'm screwing my cousin's fiancée and I'm not about to marry you." Adriana continues to play loving girlfriend and asks him if he's okay, putting her hand up to his head as if he's got a fever or something. He brusquely brushes her away and says he's fine. Tony and Carmela look at them quizzically. "We were just discussing Anna's wedding," Adriana says. "What about you guys?" Carmela prods. "What about who guys?" Christopher retorts. Tony suggests making it a double wedding, grinning with his mouth full. Adriana not so subtly singsongs that someone has to propose first, a hint which Christopher sheepishly ignores. Adriana's face falls into her pasta fagioli. Tony is giving Christopher the evil eye, but Christopher doesn't notice. Carmela, Queen of Frosty Make-up, asks Adriana who Anna chose to cater her wedding, Adriana's all she chose Villa de Roma, Carmela's all Caravaggio's is slipping, Adriana's all they fired their produce guy, and Christopher blows a gasket: "I'm so sick and tired of hearing you people talking about food, food, food. That's all anybody ever talks about is prosciutto, cheese and fucking fava beans -- I'm drowning here!" Tony tells him to take it easy, emphasizing with his fork and knife. Christopher adds that they're not even engaged yet. Adriana looks hurt. Tony says, "Well, when you're married you'll understand the importance of fresh produce." That's the most adorable thing he's ever said. In fact, I think it's the most adorable thing I've ever heard any man say. Wow, that's sad. Christopher is not so easily charmed, exclaims, "Fuck the importance," and dumps his wine in his plate before stomping out. Eep, says Carmela's face, and Adriana's chin is quivering. "He didn't mean that," Carmela consoles. "Fuck him, I tried so hard to be so supportive of his art, and getting his screenplay made," Adriana whimpers as she covers her hands with her blood red talons and weeps. Zoom in on Tony. "His screenplay?" D'oh. Cat's out of the bag.