Two couples are having dinner at Vesuvio. One of the guys is telling a story about accidentally showing porn to his kid, I think. Everyone is laughing, until Artie walks up, and starts delivering a dissertation on how to slice veal correctly, like anyone cares. The poor customers are just trying to eat, as Artie continues to make conversation, so he finally leaves.

As Artie walks over to the bar, we see that the dining room is nearly empty. Christopher, Murmur, and Benny are sitting at the bar, and Artie offers to get them a table. Benny wants to stay at the bar, and Artie says that Benny just likes "the view" –- he has a clear view of the new hostess, Martina. Artie backstories that she's from Albania, and that "her whole family got blown up waiting on line for an oil change." Artie adds that he's trying to help her get a green card. Am I the only one who hears Albania and starts singing that song from Cheers to the tune of "When the Saints Go Marching In": "Albania, Albania, you border on the Adriatic. Your land is mostly mountainous and your chief export is chrome." Just me, then? Martina comes over, and says hello, adding that there aren't many reservations right now. Artie blames it on football season, and Martina leaves. Artie bonds with Benny over married life, and how it means you can't go after a piece like Martina anymore. Benny's married?

Murmur drives up to a pizza place in a strip mall, and exchanges an envelope of cash for their credit-card reader.

Next, Murmur goes to the Bing, and hands over a memory card to Chris's two Middle Eastern friends. Murmur offers to put the credit-card numbers on actual plastic for them, but one guy says that he'll just use them for the internet anyway. God, having your credit card number stolen is horrifyingly easy to do.