Dr. G hands AJ a psychological test card with a riderless horse on it. AJ grouses about having to take the tests; Dr. G tells him that the faster he answers, the faster they'll finish, and asks him about the card. AJ comments that "there's no guy" on the horse, and Dr. G asks where the "guy" might be; AJ says, "Out buying food for the horse, maybe?" Dr. G scribbles on a pad. AJ says that maybe the guy's off watching TV, maybe South Park, and then he starts blathering on about how the first episode "was supposed to be on tonight -- the one where Cartman gets abducted by aliens," blah blah blah fishcakes, and Dr. G keeps scribbling and looking vaguely distressed. AJ shuts up.
Casa Soprano. Tony says to Carmela, "You're home." Carmela, her lips frosted Jackie Susann-style and her nose buried in a book on ADD, says that if it's bad, the school will put AJ in special ed. Tony gets some juice out of the fridge, curls his lip, and asks, "Doctor say that?" Carmela says no, she read it in these books she got at the mall; the testing just started today, anyway. Tony makes fun of the book titles, but Carmela ignores him and reads aloud that fifty percent of kids diagnosed with ADD wind up in special education classes. Tony snaps that they don't even know AJ has ADD yet, and Carmela says sarcastically, "You're right. Let's just be ignorant. Why worry about anything now?" Tony accuses her of blaming him for AJ's problems. "Who said anything about that?" Carmela says, without looking up (read: "Yes, I do."). "No, go ahead," Tony grits out. "You blame me." "I blame myself," she says flatly. "For what?" Tony asks. "For what," she mocks him, and goes back to her book.