Surly Tony and surly son in the car. Surly silence. Tony asks what's going on with him: "That 'no God' shit upset your mother very much." AJ tries to explain to his father, "It's not no God, it's just God is dead." Tony asks who said that. "Nitch," AJ says, meaning Nietzsche. "He's a nineteenth-century philosopher from Germany. Anyway, that's why I'm not gettin' confirmed." Tony puts an end to that kind of talk and says he is indeed getting confirmed this weekend. "That sucks my nut," AJ retorts, and I'm sent into fits of giggles. I just adore Pugsley sometimes. Tony promptly smacks him, telling him he's got a lot of balls, he goes to Catholic school, and his mother wants it. When you list those statements together, they don't seem to make much sense, do they? Does the possession of balls imply that you go to Catholic school? And does his mother want him to go to Catholic school, get confirmed, or have a lot of balls? But I digress. Tony continues to place the authority on Carmela's plate. "She knows that even if God is dead, you're still gonna kiss His ass." Kissing God's ass. Another vivid picture. AJ gets all agitated and bangs on the window. Tony scolds. Pissed Pugsley scrunches and squinches up his face so tightly that I reach the point of hysterical laughter. He looks like a pale raisin.