What is it with HBO and the strippers? Come to think of it, I probably watched about five hours of HBO this week so far, and all but one of them had a stripper in it. That's got to mean something. But probably more about me than HBO. We're at a party for Christopher and the already forgotten Other Guy Who Got Made, and the strippers are dancing with giant feathers in the middle of a banquet hall while the boys eat. Paulie finds Christopher at the bar, and tells him that he'll be taking over the sports betting operation. His only responsibility will be kicking ten percent of the take to Paulie, with a six-thousand dollar weekly minimum. Paulie's only responsibility is to give his percentage to Tony, "and onward goes this thing of ours." Apparently, the Mob is some sort of pyramid scheme. The cops should really look into that. Paulie explains that, "with all the headaches in the modern world, ours are boiled down to only one. And that ain't a bad deal." Christopher professes his love for Paulie in a not-at-all-unmanly fashion, and finally seems to be enjoying his newly made status.

Cut to Tony standing with Carmine Lupertazzi, one of the New York bosses. They chat about work for a bit, but when Johnny Sack goes off to answer his cell phone, Carmine casually asks Tony if he's feeling okay. Tony thinks he means Livia, so of course he replies, "What are you gonna do?" Turns out Carmine is actually talking about Tony's "spells." Tony is appalled to discover that even the New Yorkers know about them. Carmine, however, is surprisingly supportive. He inquires about Tony's therapy, telling him that "there's no stigma attached to it anymore." He says they've been doing good business with the Sopranos for a long time, and he'd like to keep it that way, so Tony should try and "be a better friend to himself." Tony thanks him sincerely for his concern, and the scene ends with a hilarious shot of Gandolfini shoveling a slice of meat into his mouth while ogling the strippers as they bump and grind in the foreground.

Michael Knight: Dude, those chicks are kissing! Man, we never got to do that on Baywatch.
Michael Imperioli: Hey, shouldn't you be out, you know, fighting monster trucks or jellyfish or something?
Michael Knight: Nah. KITT's got a Boy Meets World Con in Vegas this weekend.
Michael Imperioli: How come you didn't go with him?
Michael Knight: Ah, that Topanga bitch slapped me with a restraining order. All I did was offer to prove that Trans Ams really do have a back seat.
George Lucas: I heard you got drunk and called her "Yo Bang Me" all night.
Michael Knight: Get out. Now.