Back at the dorms, Caitlin shows up at Noah's room. He's writing a paper for political-science class, but she begs to be allowed to hang out. She even promises to just study silently, and he finally relents reluctantly.

Fade to the Bing, where we'll soon break some hearts and break some heads. The strippers are out onstage again. I just recently read in an article that David Chase also shoots a watered-down, network-TV friendly version of each show for when syndication rolls around. I seriously doubt you'll ever be watching this episode on TBS, though. It's only forty-eight minutes to begin with, and if you cut the nudity alone you'd be down to half an hour. Maybe he can do a shortened version, like Ally. Silvio comes over to Bouncer Bob, who's sporting an eye-patch, and asks why they're a dancer short. Bob reports that Tracee called in sick three days ago and hasn't been seen since.

Columbia. Caitlin enters their room and sits down across from Meadow. She happily announces that she's going to Vermont for the weekend, to stay at the horse farm of a family friend who also happens to be a psychiatrist. They're going to "ride and talk," and Caitlin thinks everything will be really great if she can "just not get freaked out by the sound of the pine trees at night." Meadow barely lets her finish that sentence before jumping up and running off to Noah's room.

Pants' Place. He and Tracee are zonked out on the sofa, watching Spartacus. "This Moltisanti kid, he's got his head up his ass," complains Joey, and it's a nice touch that Chris would have recommended this movie to him. Pants goes on at length about why Gladiator was the superior film. "Look at Kirk Douglas' hair. They didn't have flat-tops in ancient Rome!" No, but they did have those funky Mohawk-helmet things. Despite the presence of a bottle of Rolling Rock (its label perfectly square and facing directly into the camera), Tracee gets up to fetch Joey a bottle of Fresca. By the way, I actually kind of like Rolling Rock, so that's why I mentioned the brand.