Thanks to an amazing, Lemieux-like assist from Foreshadowing, the Ironic Segue Fairy is now able to extend his consecutive scene streak to near Ripken-esque proportions by cutting us to a shot of Christopher and Adriana, sleeping the day away. Because if anyone is likely to be in jail by the time Meadow gets pregnant, it's these two nimrods. Christopher is startled awake by the phone, and before his eyes are even halfway open, Tony is already spewing rapid-fire instructions into his ear. Christopher fumbles around for a pen, but when he's unable to find any paper, he's forced to write the directions down on his pillowcase. Heh. I should try that sometime. I always have great ideas for the recaps late at night, but I'm too lazy to get up and find something to write them down with, and I can never remember them in the morning. So just assume that this paragraph had a really spectacular joke in it, and that all of your keyboards are now soaked with the beverage of your choosing. Meanwhile, I'm going back to bed.
Next, we get a brief shot of Tony sitting alone in the food court of what appears to be the same mall where Adriana met her FBI contact a few weeks back. I have issues with this scene, but we can talk about them later.
Vesuvio. Carmela sits entranced by that Italian cityscape mural on the wall as the world-famous Furio Fantasy Dance Mix plays in her head. Tony finally manages to get her attention just in time for her to grill Artie over whether or not they ever caught the "muggers" who attacked him. After exchanging an awkward glance with Tony, Artie tactfully changes the subject to the dessert menu and then proceeds to clear the table. Once he's gone, Carmela turns to Cousin Brian, and asks for some financial advice on handling the proceeds from the property they sold down in Newark. She means Uncle Junior's place on Frelinghuysen Avenue, but a befuddled Brian wonders if she's talking about the HUD scam. "Kid loves Paul Newman movies," covers Tony. "No more grappa for you." Heh. Brian recovers to explain that he locked them into T-bills with the money, and did so before the rates dropped. "Is there anything this kid doesn't know about money?" wonders an exuberant Tony as he hugs Brian. "You know I trust him a thousand percent." Carmela appears to be two thousand percent dismayed by this news.