Junior's back at the hospital, cursing in pain. His doctor tells him he's going to feel a little tender where they inserted the stent. Bobby Bacala tells Junior that he should just use the bedpan next time so he doesn't have to go through all of this pain. "I'm not a cat," Junior says. "I don't shit in a box." They tell him to take it easy on his heart. Junior flirts with the nurse, telling her that when he gets out, he's going to take her to the "discotheque." The nurse laughs at the use of the ancient word "discotheque." Bobby makes eyebrows towards the man that has just walked in. He's Michael McLuhan from the U.S. Marshal's Service. He's there to install his lo-jack again. Junior: "They give you the important jobs, huh?" The nurse asks if his name is really Marshal McLuhan. Marshal McLuhan, who's heard that joke 8.2 million times, calmly says that it is. I quickly search the Internet, and wonder briefly if I'm going to get fired because I didn't know who Marshall McLuhan is. Apparently he revolutionized media in Canada. Should I have known that? ["He's the guy who said, 'The medium is the message.' You should probably remember that if you ever go on Jeopardy!." -- Sars] I'm a bad Pop Culturist sometimes. Just ask me the words to Mr. Mister's "Broken Wings." I've got them all down pat. I guess I have them stored in my Marshall McLuhan section. Junior then makes me feel better by asking, "What's the fucking joke?" There's a woman in a wheelchair at the door, staring into the room, as the doctor tells Junior to take it easy so there's less pressure on his heart. Junior gets to go home tomorrow. "Lucky fucking me," he says. Everyone leaves except for Bobby, who asks, "Sandwich or something?" Junior replies, "Did you hear me with my fucking balls? Who could fucking eat?" Poor Bobby. He sees the woman in the wheelchair and shuts the door in her face.
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.