Or Carmela and AJ studying, for that matter. Except Carmela isn't so much as studying as just reading aloud from the CliffsNotes, and AJ isn't doing anything at all, because he's sound asleep. Mom finally notices her snoozing son, and screams at him to wake up. Uh, I don't think that's really going to help, Carmela. In fact, the boy might actually be smarter in his sleep.
Bada-Bing. The whole crew has gathered to celebrate Steve Buscemi's big find. It's worth noting that every single guy in attendance (including Steve) has a naked stripper goomar on their arm. Everyone except Tony, that is. Hmm. He's been notably celibate lately. What's up with that? And who would have ever thought that Carmela would have had an orgasm more recently than Tony? Unless Tony's been up to something we haven't seen, that is. Speaking of which, Paulie pipes up to as Steve how many guys he has to jerk off on the massage table to earn twelve thousand dollars. "I don't know," answers Steve. "What do you charge without the table?" Everyone laughs, and then the Product Placement office inserts yet another subtle Cristal plug. Cristal: For when you absolutely, positively have to seduce a stripper overnight (and you're not willing just to give the damn money directly to her). Silvio raises his glass for a toast, and announces, "From now on, anytime somebody steps in a pile of shit, it will be known as a Blundetto." And he's right. I've been using that expression all week at work.