Vesuvio. I love the music they play in this place. All the greatest hits from Dirty Dancing. Artie comes over to the defeated Davey. He's so dense that I have absolutely no sympathy for this guy. Plus he was that evil policeman cyborg, so I guess I was prejudiced against him from the get-go. He sits down with Mr. Nice Guy Arthur Bucco and tells him he's in a little bind, a bad jam, and he feels ashamed. Who cares? Not me! He could lose his job, his marriage, blah blah blah. Artie inaccurately guesses that he knocked up that Tae Bo Workout woman, which just makes me dislike Davey even more. Artie's all talk to me, I'm your friend. Davey begs him for money. He tries to downplay it like he needs fifty bucks or something, murmuring that it's not much, just enough for breathing room, "I swear on my kid I'd get it back to you before you even miss it," and so on. It's so comforting to hear him swear on his kid. Not. He asks Richie for $20,000. Oh yeah, that's just peanuts. Artie's face goes all "D'oh!" and he huffs and puffs and clasps his hands and is all madon', I gotta put a new roof on this place, this is such bad timing. What a performance. Artie offers, "God forgive me for saying this, but have you considered Chapter 11?" Davey's all that won't fly with Tony Soprano. Artie looks freaked out for real now. This is not good. Madon'.

Davey pulls up to his house in his obnoxious luxury automobile. There's a Volvo in the garage and an SUV in the driveway, and I love how Davey decides to get rid of Eric's car in order to pay Tony. He's just like Livia, a guy with a ham under his arm crying because he has no bread. Davey proceeds to take the Jeep away from Eric based on the bogus reason that there's mud on the doors from off-roading, and Eric wasn't taking care of it. He has the nerve to lecture Eric about taking responsibility for his things, when he just plunged his family into incredible debt to a mafia boss and one of his henchmen! Eric throws a tantrum, saying he only took some girls onto the football field for cheerleading practice; Mrs. Scatino shrieks at both of them, and Davey peels away in Eric's car. Next thing we know Tony is giving Meadow Eric's Jeep. Meadow quickly figures out that it's Eric's, asks if he took it from Eric's dad or did he buy it, and stomps upstairs when Tony answers, "Something like that." Carmela stands by in judgment, groaning, "Oh my God, is it Eric Scatino's Jeep? Jesus, Tony." Tony barges into Meadow's room, where she has flounced onto her bed and is hugging a pillow. He begins to bellow, "She don't want it, fine. Don't take it. But I'll eat it before I give it back, what am I, a sucker?" Meadow screeches back that it's not Eric's fault he has an asshole father, and Eric didn't do anything to him. "The guy owed me money and he did the right thing when he offered that car up as partial payment," Tony asserts. Meadow's all snotty back-talking, and Tony conveniently blames Carmela. "You see this, you see, this is you talking," Tony says to her as she lurks in the doorway, hands on her hips and dressed in a terrible ribbed gold top with one of those keyholes in the middle that shows your cleavage. Carmela's all holier-than-thou networking expert as she says, "I just hope you know his wife is very close to the brother-in-law of the provost at Georgetown." Meadow groans. The significance is lost on Tony. He gets all in Meadow's face and says he's going to sell the car and buy clothes, food, shoes and all the rest of the crap he's been buying since the day she was born. Ouch. "Everything this family has comes from the work I do!" "That's enough," Carmela the referee chimes in, and begins to move away, but Tony's not done. "A grown man made a wager, he lost, he made another one, he lost again. End of story. So take that high moral ground and go sleep in the bus station if you want!" He leaves, and Carmela and Meadow make exhausted crabby faces.