Carmela's in the pantry, dumping a roll of bills out of a false-bottomed can of Campbell's. Upstairs, Meadow is on her bed, sulking. Carmela knocks and comes into Meadow's room, dressed in a lavender suit with a purse over her shoulder. "So, Mead." "I'm not going," Meadow brats. Carmela tries to sell it: "Every year, on this date, since you were itty-bitty, Mom and Meadow get all dolled up, drive into New York, Plaza Hotel, for tea under Eloise's portrait." Meadow says she has too much homework. "Meadow, it's our little tradition," Carmela pleads. "We always have so much fun!" Meadow sees her chance to stick it to Carmela: "To tell you the truth? I've thought it was dumb since I was eight. I just go because you like it." She rolls off the bed, past Carmela, and gets up. Carmela sucks her teeth. Okay, see, I thought that about a couple of things my mother liked to do with me, but I didn't say anything. Why? Because I didn't want my face handed back to me on a plate, that's why. Although, in her defense, the tea-with-Eloise thing does sound kind of twee. Carmela sucks her teeth and says she thought they'd keep doing it long after Meadow got married and had girls of her own. Meadow, now seated at her computer, clicks her mouse and sneers without looking up that "hopefully I won't be living anywhere around here by then." Carmela is stung, and tells Meadow that she can't just lie and cheat and break rules she doesn't like. Meadow rolls her eyes and makes a "fuck you" face. Carmela demands, "Do you have something you wanna say to me?" Meadow shouts that Carmela has no idea what it means to go skiing in Aspen: "Do you think that's gonna happen every year? Like lame tea and scones at the Plaza Hotel?" Okay, half of suburban New Jersey goes to Aspen every year, so whatever, Meadow. And shut up. Carmela bites her lip in defeat and makes to leave: "Goodbye." Meadow narrows her eyes: "Close my door, please." What a bitch. I was a little snot at sixteen, but if I'd talked to my mother like that, I'd be hanging out with Luca Brasi right now, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. ["Hi, I'm a married grown-up and I still couldn't get away with that shit." -- Wing Chun]