Tony stands at the window, listening to the classic rock station. Carmela walks into the living room and asks him what he's looking at. Tony says he's just looking out the window. Carm leaves to get her eyebrows done. The classic rock tells us that "It may be the devil or it may be the Lord / But you're gonna have to serve somebody." I hate when I get my classic rock served heavy-handed.

Tony walks into the kitchen and grabs a snack out of the refrigerator. The music stays just as loud as he sits down and eats a Popsicle. Tony flips through a magazine to read the headlines. Landfill dispute, garbage problems, blah, blah, blah. Tony's done skimming; he gets up and walks out of the kitchen.

Melfi's finishing a couple's session by telling the husband and wife: "Remember. One mouth, two ears. Listen to each other." The man and woman walk off unhappily together. Melfi checks her day planner and sees her 2:00 appointment is with "T.S." She walks over to a desk and pulls out a glass and a bottle of vodka, I think. It's a white bottle with a picture of a tree on it. Not white, but like hazy glass. Semi-transparent. Wow. Nobody cares. Sorry. She pours herself a tall glass of booze. She chugs, wipes her mouth, and looks guilty.

It's two. Tony's there. Melfi's boozy. She starts the session: "So, what's up?" Tony says he's bored. He doesn't want to come there anymore. "Wow," Jennifer says. "That's the first time we've heard you say that." They stare at each other for a little while. Tony says this is feeling like a waste of time. Melfi disagrees. Tony says he was watching a movie the other day with Brad Pitt and "that blonde, Gwyneth Paltrow." "Sliding Doors?" Melfi asks. "Fuck no, Seven," Tony responds. Heh. He says it's a good movie, but halfway through, he thought, "This is bullshit." Finding out who the killer is won't make a bit of difference in his life. He shouldn't care who the killer is. So he turned off the television. Melfi congratulates him and asks what he did instead. "Went out in the yard and burned ants with a magnifying glass," he says. Melfi just stares, and Tony asks where's her sense of humor. She continues to stare until Tony asks, "What's the matter? You still in mourning over the coming of managed care?" Melfi flops her hand forward and says, "Go on." Tony says that everything in life is a series of distractions until you die. "I hear depression talking," Melfi says drunkenly. I hear his mother talking, but who asked me. Tony says that he's tired of all the medication. Melfi says that some people take pleasure in the simple doing of things. Tony says he can't do the things he takes pleasure in. He's trying to change his "business profile." Melfi smarms that this is all about his "legal problems." Tony pouts for a while. Melfi sighs.