Tony has taken Fran out for dinner at Vesuvio, and she's bragging all about the $600 shoes she just bought. She's also lifting her foot up over the table so that he can see them. Oh yeah. That's classy. "I thought you were paying your phone bill," gripes Tony. And she was going to, she says, but it'd been so long since the last time she treated herself. So, you know, she decided to buy some really uncomfortable shoes. Artie shows up to deliver their wine glasses, and I have to say that the absolute best thing about this entire episode is that we see Artie, AJ, and Meadow, and yet they don't get even one single line between them. In other words, while everyone else in the TV industry is getting slammed, I get the best shout-out ever. Aw. Sniff. I love you guys. Tony tells Fran all about Uncle Zio and Aunt Concetta, and how Zio's health has gone rapidly downhill since she died. Fran doesn't really care about anything except her new shoes, so she just sits there looking awkward until the waiter shows up with their wine.
And speaking of awkward, Tim Daly opens his apartment door to find a pissed-off Christopher and Little Paulie standing there looking menacing. "What is this, fucking Pulp Fiction?" he quips. "Am I supposed to be afraid?" I'd put a Kill Bill joke here, but I'm just so damn tired of Tarantino that I can't be bothered. Tim obviously still doesn't have the money, but he also still doesn't get it. "Chris, you know me," he says. "What could you possibly do to me that I haven't already been through?" "I'm positive we'll think of something," answers Christopher, before punching him right in the face. Hee! Tim turtles up, but Chris and Little Paulie continue with the kicking and the stomping and the beating. The highlight of the scene comes when Christopher smashes a very nice framed Dr. Strangelove poster over Tim's head, and then leaves him lying on the floor in a pile of broken glass while they keep kicking away. I'd put a Clockwork Orange joke here, but it's been raining all week in Pittsburgh, and I just don't feel like singing anymore.