On another random street in the asphalt hinterlands, Tony pulls up and enters the casino we saw last week. He makes the rounds before spotting Jackie Jr. at a blackjack table. Looking pissed, he heads straight over and throws an arm around Jackie, who almost pisses his pants again when he realizes who it is. Tony makes him play out the hand, which he loses, and then pulls him aside for a little chat. I know it's not a sit-down, because, well, they don't sit down. Jackie makes his excuses, claiming that he got dragged in from a bachelor party, but Tony demands that he "smarten up. I never want to see you here again." You'd think Tony would command a bit more respect as a paternal authority figure, but since he's got issues with everyone on the show under the age of thirty, I guess not. Then again, he's got issues with most of the people over thirty, too.
Das Sopranohaus. Tony "Robitussin" Soprano wanders in, and this time the robe is gray instead of white. At least it doesn't match his pajamas. Not that he ever wears any. He plants still more kisses on Carmela, and notices that she's gone out and purchased matching earrings for the ring. She's also sure to let him know that there's a necklace too, because "Christmas is coming." You know, it's not like David Chase didn't know when this season was going to be airing, so I have wonder about the six-month temporal offset we seem to be experiencing. Tony decides to have a cannoli for breakfast, and Carmela mentions that Jackie Jr. took Meadow into the city to see Aida. "I eat her?" inquires a befuddled Tony. Heh. He's relieved to hear that it's just "that Elton John musical on Broadway," and then sits down to enjoy his breakfast. And at long last, it's another one of those patented Sopranos silence-at-the-supper-table endings, as Tony and Carmela stare off into space, listening to the clattering sounds of AJ cleaning the gutters on the roof.
Michael Imperioli: You know, I've got some great ideas for a sequel. It's called "Fall of the Hoor of Usher."
Michael Knight: Is there a part for me? Because I'm available. Screw the strike, I gotta make the mortgage.
David Chase & Michael Imperioli: Get out. Now.
Michael Imperioli: Man, ain't actors a pain in the ass? They never know when they're not wanted anymore. Anyway, wanna hear about the sequel?
David Chase: Oh. I uh, guess you haven't heard the news, huh? See, there's actually been this teensy little change in our plans for you.