Cut to later, with the two of them asleep in his bedroom. Or perhaps not. Carmela is actually watching Bob's sleeping form, and then she rolls over and heads for the bathroom. Along the way we're treated to a full dorsal nude shot, and after taking one for the team and rewinding that bit roughly two dozen times, I'm prepared to state to about 95\% certainty that it's not a body double. And even if it is, who cares? Besides everyone in the forums, that is. Once on the toilet, Carmela takes a moment to check out the reading material Bob keeps in his john. Just for comparison purposes, here's what's currently in my own bathroom: Mona Lisa Overdrive, The Corrections, Red Rabbit, last week's Newsweek, and a TV Guide from two months ago with Miss Alli's Survivor article in it. Bob, on the other hand, has a highlighted and annotated copy of Abelard & Heloise, a book he will later describe as "the classic story. Twelfth-century scholar falls in love with his underage student. Gets her pregnant. They're found out, and her uncle the Abbot has him castrated. It's timeless, really." Asshole. And stop staring at the freshmen like that. Carmela flushes and washes up, smiling at herself a bit in the mirror. A lot of people have been surprisingly down on Edie's appearance in this episode, but I thought she looked fabulous here. And it goes without saying, of course, that she acts the hell out of even this little scene. Best actress on television, bar none.

When Carmela returns to the bed, Bob greets her with a greasy "So, how was it?" Instead of replying with something pithy like "nasty, brutish, and short," Carmela actually opts to ask about Abelard & Heloise. "I just like to read in there," answers Bob, before giving the plot summary that I've carelessly temporally displaced to the previous paragraph. It also goes without saying, of course, that the bit about castration gets Carmela a little hot. "You with the books," she simpers. Oy. If this show were any more Freudian, they'd have to dig up Livia, give Tony a cigar, and then plead with me not to finish this sentence so we could all be spared the mental Monica Lewinsky image that you all know is coming. Thankfully, Carmela quickly changes the subject to AJ. "I keep thinking he could start over in college," she sighs. "But who knows if he'll even get the chance." Bob assures her that all students at the Greater New Jersey Non Verbum Dei Institute For Bad Drivers And Wayward Teens matriculate, and then ends the conversation with a kiss.