George Lucas: You know what would make this scene better?
David Chase: More stoned Christopher?
George Lucas: Well, yeah, but I was thinking Ewoks. Lots of 'em. They could be serving the hors d'oeuvres.
David Chase: Get out. Now.
Tony sits in his recliner, once again watching Public Enemy. And as he watches Ma Powers lovingly care for her doomed gangster son, a single tear rolls down his cheek, and we fade to black.
Proshai, Livushka. We'll miss you.