Bada Bing. Tony, Silvio, and Paulie are playing pool along with everyone's favorite whipping boy, Bouncer Bob. Howdy, Bob! How've you been? Despite the fact that the game they're playing doesn't seem to follow the known rules of any billiards game I've ever seen, they do at least appear to be enjoying themselves. Until, that is, Tony asks if anyone has heard from Joey. No one has, so Tony saunters over the phone to try calling him again. Ooh, very smooth, Tony. That's sure to fool them! Now Christopher arrives, fresh from burying Cosette's body under an end zone at the Meadowlands (somewhere between Jimmy Hoffa and Vinny Testaverde's talent, no doubt), and delivers a large package that was waiting outside for Tony. When Bouncer Bob helpfully informs Chris that Tony is calling Joey, we're treated to a shot of a bored-looking Tony pulling the cigar out of his mouth so he can literally blow smoke up the asses of everyone in the room. After listening to Joey's insipid answering machine message again, Tony hangs up and slices open his package. Ew. Not like that. You people are disgusting. To the surprise of no one who's been watching regularly this season, the box contains the pastoral painting of Pie-O-My that Tony commissioned a few weeks back. Everyone looks appropriately distressed over this discovery, except, of course, for Bouncer Bob, who once again flies in the face of danger by pestering Tony for details on an uncomfortable subject. Rather than delivering a smackdown, however, Tony just turns and stomps out of the Bing without saying a word. You can actually see the relief on Bob's face, by the way. Heh. With Tony gone, Paulie instantly declares their game of straight nine-ball monopoly snooker to be a forfeit, and grabs the cash from the table.

Out in his car, Tony uses his cell phone to call Silvio back at the Bing. "Get rid of that fucking picture!" he shouts. "Burn it! I never want to see the fucking thing again."

And then, continuing with the Planes, Pains, and Automobiles segment of our broadcast, we cut to Furio's flight, touching down at Newark airport. From there he catches a cab, and asks the driver to take him to 97 Product Place. Just kidding. He does, however, cruise through all manner of Americana as he passes strip malls, gas stations, and car dealerships on his way home from the airport. They're also spot-on with the little detail of having the cab driver yammering into his cell phone in an indeterminate foreign language. For a guy who was just bitching about all the litter in Naples last week, he doesn't exactly look happy to be back in the home of the Big Mac.