Meadow is having a snack at the breakfast bar. The phone rings; it's Christopher, in bed, bitching at Meadow while a random brunette fondles his hair. Go, Christopher. "Blow me," Meadow grumbles. Carmela comes in the back door and sing-songs, "I brought you my primavera, your favorite," but Meadow completely ignores her and walks past her to hand Tony the phone, blaring, "Dad!" Shut up, Meadow. Tony takes the phone, and Christopher relates to Tony that a "friend" of theirs just got back into town; we cut to Christopher's apartment, where he's watching a news report saying that Pussy Malanga just returned from Florida. Tony tells Christopher not to worry, "I've got a way to put it right to bed."

At a volleyball game, Meadow serves; in the stands, Tony and Silvio alternately cheer and discuss a situation. Silvio: "So, ah, when do you need this by?" "Right away." More clapping as the game progresses. "I think I can get a party like that together," Silvio says. You know, I watched a lot of Springsteen videos in my day, and I never thought Stevie Van Zandt would wind up looking so much like Jerry Orbach. Anyway, then we have a bit of non-comic non-relief in which Tony and Silvio insult the ref.