Post-show meal with Paulie, Mama Walnuts, and the girls. When the doggie bags arrive, the women basically strip the table of rolls and condiments and stuff them into the bags. Heh. The bill arrives, and Paulie doesn't pay for Minn and Cookie, although he "generously" offers to cover parking and gas. What a guy. That leads to a bit of stage business about Minn not having cashed her check, primarily to establish that she doesn't have a bank account and may or may not stash her money in the mattress. Then Paulie accuses Cookie of stealing Mama Walnuts's rolls and behaves ungraciously some more, and Minn glares at him. Whatever.

Esplanade. Guys hammer stuff while a guy whose name I don't know, Wide Guy, and Patsy respectively pick their cuticles, do the crossword, and nap. A flatbed with giant inflated rat on the back (…heh?) rolls up, and out of the lead vehicle emerges a business agent for the union. The foreman barges up to him, and the union agent expositions for his benefit and ours that the site is employing non-union labor, which violates the union's contract. The union agent adds, "Frankly, sir, I'm shocked and appalled." The foreman, however, has lived in New Jersey for more than ten minutes: "Yeah, right. What, are you fucking kidding?" The union agent megaphones, "This site is shut down until further notice!"

A deli. The juror we saw earlier buys candy for his son. A Soprano associate comes in and does the friendly yet threatening "we know you'll do the right thing" thing, then leaves. The juror looks conflicted.

Carmela cries in the bathroom, but when the phone rings, she slogs out to answer it. It's Meadow again; she asks what Carm's up to. "Nothing -- just reading," Carm lies, and asks if Meadow's okay. Meadow asks if she did something to piss Carmela off. "Well, Little Miss 'Tuna Sand,' there's your sense of entitlement, your continued pervasive lack of respect for me, and the way you treat me like an indentured servant, JUST FOR STARTERS." Oh, wait. That was me. Shut up, Meadow. Carmela doesn't know what she's talking about. Meadow mentions that Carmela seemed pissed at her at dinner the other night, but Carmela's all, "Why would I be mad?" so Meadow drops the subject to invite Carmela to do their "tradition," tea at the Plaza under Eloise's portrait. Carmela, touched, gets a little weepy again: "Really? That's so wonderful. [sniffle]" Meadow asks if she's crying, but Carmela plays it off like she's just happy about Meadow's thoughtfulness. Meadow suggests the next day, and after a little mild bickering over the best river crossing to take to get to midtown, they say their "I love yous" and hang up. Meadow clicks off the cordless and looks at it thoughtfully for a second.