Anyway, that earns Meadow a "watch it, young lady," but she's not done: "What am I, a child?" "Actually, yes, your 'apartment in Manhattan' notwithstanding," Carmela snips, adding the air-quotes verbally, God bless her. "What?" Meadow hisses. Carmela goes on, "And I'm sure your friend the princess found us quite amusing." Well, Carm, you had me, and then you lost me. Meadow reminds her that Carmela's the one who wanted Meadow to go to an Ivy League school: "These are the type of people who go there. There are also people who grew up without indoor plumbing, but you would know even less about them." Whatever you say, Cesar Bitchavez. Contempt is dripping from Meadow's voice and puddling under her chair as she adds, "Would you rather I transfer to Montclair State? Then maybe I can drop out, like you did." Hold on while I go put a hat on, because that shit is cold. It's dead on, though -- Carmela obviously envies her daughter, for her youth, for her boyfriend, for her education, for the advantages she has that Carmela didn't, you name it -- and Carmela just stares at her. Meadow holds the stare, challenging her. Carm backs down and apologizes. Meadow squawks that she invited Carmela there "to have a nice time, not to belittle [her]." Well, and to pay for the whole thing, but we'll get to that in a minute.

Meadow then plays her customary trump card, snitting that maybe Carmela would prefer it if she didn't "come around anymore," but Carmela doesn't take the bait, snitting in response, "Except that won't happen, 'cause you'll need money in about a week." OH YES YOU DID, CARM. Nice one. Seriously. Also? Shut up, Meadow. Instead of thinking that perhaps she might consider showing some respect to the people who finance her education and pay her rent, Meadow threatens to transfer to Northwestern "so [she] can be near Finn when he goes." Carmela again refuses to take the bait, and merely averts her eyes. Meadow flops back in her chair. The Ironically Harmonious Harp serenades us all.