Joss Whedon: Man, this show is so boring now. Where's the action? Where's the plot development? Where's all the violence and clever quips?
David Chase: Well, we're trying something a little different now, and
Joss Whedon: Whatever. If I were running this show, Carmela would have totally banished his cheating ass to a hell dimension or something by now.
David Chase: I think what we got here is a failure to communicate.
And if Carmela is unhappy, can Father Intintoola really be all that far behind? We cut to a diaper drive at the church, and I'm assuming this scene takes place a long time after the last one, because Carmela's roots are now significantly darker than they were at dinner. Father Tool Time is upset because they got a lot more newborn diapers than, I don't know, teenager diapers or whatever, but as Rosalie hilariously observes, "The girls at Our Lady shelter should be grateful. I mean, nobody told them to go out and have babies without husbands." Heh. She's feisty now that they've got her off the meds. Anyway, no scene with Carmela these days is complete without a discussion of money, so her and Rosalie start chatting about Ro's financial situation when her husband died. "I didn't know what we had until after I buried Jackie," she explains. "Was it enough?" inquires Carmela. "Sort of," replies Rosalie. "Not really." Carmela is dismayed to learn that the last boss didn't take care of his family, and presumably wonders if Tony will make the same mistake. "I'm not a feminist," she declares emphatically. "I'm not saying 50/50, but Jesus! I put up with the goomar shit, pardon my French." Heh. That line is funny like four different ways. Carmela is at least relieved that Cousin Brian is handling the money now, although she is a little concerned about his newfound relationship with Tony. Rosalie, however, is like, "Dude. Until the guy asks you to rub a cheese grater on his dick, I don't wanna hear any complaints."
Over at the stables, Tony is doing some bonding with Pie-O-My, who seems to have recovered nicely from his near-death vigil with the goat. Something tells me that good health might not last for too long. I'm just saying. And then, as if to complete my thought, Joey Pants arrives like the Angel of Death to announce, "Fuck this horse-whisperer shit," and also to introduce his new girlfriend Valentina. Valentina, it seems, works in an art gallery, has no objections to being referred to as a "Chiquita banana," and apparently shops at a somewhat more upscale version of wherever it is that Adriana buys her clothes. In other words, she's wearing a leopard-print fur instead of leopard-print jeans. After the introductions are made, Valentina steps away for a moment, and then calls Joey over to check and see if she has something in her eye. As he stares deep into her corneas, she gently maneuvers him into a nearby pile of manure, thus earning giggles from everyone in the stables and most of the people watching at home. Joey is incensed, even after being told that stepping in horse shit is considered good luck, but his immortal rendition of the classic line, "Hey fuck-o, where's the hose?" totally makes it all worthwhile.