Casa Soprano. Tony, taking a piss. He looks over at the shower to see a woman inside. The shower door slowly opens to reveal a naked body, and we cut from Lorraine Bracco's body double to a wet Melfi saying, "Mr. Soprano," the same way she does when she comes out into the waiting area.
In bed, Tony bolts upright and immediately checks to make sure Carmela hasn't woken up. She's sleeping, but when he puts his hand on her waist, she snaps to and asks eagerly, "You want sex?" Oh, my holy God. "No go back to sleep," he murfles, patting her and flopping back onto his pillow. Carmela -- VIBRATOR! Please! You'll thank me later!
Cut to Irina peeling her top off and stepping down from her heels. Tony compliments her "nice body," but says she "oughta make it work for [her] more." "Oh, really?" she says sultrily. Tony thinks she reveals too much in the way she dresses. Irina asks teasingly if he doesn't want other men looking at her, which he blows off, saying that when she's not with him, she can do what she wants, but maybe she could try wearing "a nice business-like outfit" once in a while. Oh, ew. "I think I could get into that," he adds. "You want me to dress like a man?" "No -- no, you fuckin' whackadoo, I don't want you to dress like a man. I'm just sayin' maybe wear somethin' a little more professional, you know, like you're in business." Irina takes this to mean that he wants her to dress like a hooker and tells him to fuck off, and he tries to explain but then sighs heavily, "Ah, forget it," and he sits on the bed and says, "C'mere." She waves her hand "no." "Is everybody in my life bananas or what?" he mutters to himself, then bellows at Irina, "Get over here!" She sulks towards him, but when he takes her arm, she pulls away and shuts herself in the bathroom, snitting, "Go jerk off!" "Yeah, go jerk off," he sighs.