Aaaanyway. Meadow is waiting for Finn to tell her he loves her, but he hasn't yet. Carmela hugs her and sighs, not unhappily, "Some men have to move at their own pace, Mead." Do you get it? Do you? Sure? Okay, just checking. "It's amazing, isn't it?" Meadow says with a wistful smile. Carmela strokes Meadow's hair and stares into space, picturing Furio riding shirtless on a unicorn.

Back at Foxwoods, a drunk Tony dumps an even drunker Cousin Brian onto a couch between Furio and the brunette from before. "Whoa, Nellie," laughs the pit boss. I say that all the time. Shout-out? No, I don't think so either. Anyway, blah blah "we gotta go" blah blah the limo's on its way blah blah chopper? blah blah the pit boss arranges for the helicopter to pick all of them up while Cousin Brian slurs and drools and sings an homage to Apocalypse Now and Furio emits waves of sullen lovesickness.

Out on the tarmac, the guys pile out of the limo. Tony hands the driver a bill and apologizes "about the mess." Oh, yuck. I've always felt so sorry for limo drivers, especially around prom time -- the post-puke clean-up on that has got to suck. Cousin Brian hauls himself out of the limo, and the pilot slings him over his shoulders; as the group heads for the helicopter, we get a gratuitous shot-from-below close-up of Cousin Brian speeyacking. Again. What's with all the barfing this season? The pilot drags Cousin Brian away, and Tony and Furio head to the edge of the tarmac to take a piss, standing dangerously close to the chopper's rear rotor to do so. Tony weaves a bit as he whizzes, and we cut to a shot from Tony's other side, through the rotor, of Furio staring at him with a mixture of calculation and disgust. Then Furio checks over his shoulder to see if anyone's watching them. Nope -- Cousin Brian is throwing yet another meal into reverse all over the pilot's shoes. Furio turns back to Tony, who appears on the verge of falling asleep, and when Tony half-turns, half-lurches towards Furio, Furio grabs him by the lapels and wrestles him even closer to the rotor. Tony, angrily: "What the fuck you doin'?" Furio comes back to himself, and lets Tony go with, "You're standin' too close." Tony peers at him for a minute, confused, but he seems to accept that; as Furio walks off, Tony whips around and stares at the rotor for a minute, contemplating how close he came to getting Romano'd, then staggers after Furio.

On board, the co-pilot hands Cousin Brian a barf baggie, and as they prepare to take off, Furio stares out the window, brows furrowed in misery.