In the backroom, Paulie says that if it was him this rumour was being spread about, the guy doing the spreading would have something up his own ass: "And it wouldn't be no cock, either." Yeah, thanks for clarifying that, Paulie. Carlo vouches for Sal, saying that he's a friend of theirs. Meanwhile, Chris is trying to tell everyone that he "called it, long time ago." Tony doesn't believe him, and all Chris can say is "I never said it, but I knew." Tony doesn't want to rush to judgment, because for all they know, this Sal guy "could have a hard-on for Vito." Okay, I promise you we get it. Pretty please? Chris snickers, and Tony wants to know what's so damn funny. "There's a man's reputation at stake!" he says, and Paulie reminds him that it's a married man with kids. Carlo helpfully points out that it don't mean nothin', because even Elton John was married, and Silvio mentions Rock Hudson for no reason. Chris wonders whether they actually need to see Vito "take it in the ass" for confirmation, like, how much does HBO miss Oz, anyway, and Tony tells Patsy to get Vito on the phone.
While they wait, Silvio recalls Vito's late-night phone call, which Chris astutely guesses was Vito fishing to find out whether word was out. Patsy reports that his call went right to voicemail. Silvio reminds Tony that Vito represents them. "I'm not gonna condemn the man off the word of some douchebag from Yonkers!" snaps Tony. I'm glad I'm not the only one who still says "douchebag," instead of the inferior truncated "douche." I kick it old school, 'cause I'm an old fool. Patsy says that he could care less, so Paulie suggests that maybe Patsy is a "plump [something]." Whatever it was, it's most assuredly not complimentary. Carlo suggests the ol' dragging-from-the-bumper treatment for the "fucking nauseating" Vito, and Tony calls Carlo "Judge Roy Bean." Silvio says that one of the Bing girls knows Vito's goomar, so maybe she's seen him or knows where he is. Patsy strolls out, Silvio still glaring at him. Carlo tells Tony to think about Vito's sudden weight loss. I truly had no idea what Carlo was getting at, but Paulie knew exactly: "AIDS?" he yells at Tony, who wasn't cluing in either. "Nobody's got AIDS!" yells Tony, who says he doesn't want to hear that word in there again. Too bad, as the girls greasing the poles out on the dance floor are more likely to be at risk. Fucking junior-high locker-room in here.