Tony, meanwhile, is hanging out with Valentina at what I initially thought was a motel (due to the tacky décor), but now seems more likely to be Valentina's place. He's getting dressed. She's lolling around on the bed in skimpy lingerie and asking how he enjoyed the "olive loaf." And oddly enough, she actually does mean "olive loaf." That's not a sexual euphemism or anything. At least I hope it's not, because Tony replies by extolling the virtues of slathering said loaf with "Gulden's Spicy Brown." Then again, it's Valentina. Who knows what these two get up to? I have to be honest, however, and admit that it took me a couple of minutes to recognize her and realize that she wasn't just some random goomar. Then I also remembered that I really don't like her, but somehow I'm now finding myself rapidly revising that assessment. Maybe it's because she's the only one who wears anything even remotely resembling a robe in this episode. Or maybe it's just because she looks damn good in that lingerie and I'm still used to watching a bunch of greasy, dirty, stinky Okies running around kissing their sisters and licking each other's scar tissue. I get enough of that on my own dates, thank you very much.