Madonna: I don't know…who is this Tracee chick again?
David Chase: Don't worry. It all gets explained. See, in every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will fight against the mobsters, the bloodsucking pimps, and the morons who can't stop quoting Gladiator. She is The Stripper.
Madonna: Okay, now I'm sorry I asked.
David Chase: Hey, you started this conversation.

Cut to Maison de Soprano, where the gang is gathered around the dinner table. The gang in this particular instance consists of Rosalie & Pants, Tony & Carmela, AJ, and Carmela's parents (and by the way, Carmela's maiden name was apparently DeAngelis. Feel free to use that bit of trivia to quiz your friends. Of course, if they're smart enough to know the answer, they're also smart enough to already be reading MBTV, so it might not be much of a game). Pants is still going on about Gladiator, but at least AJ is agreeing with him this time. "Remember when that guy got hit in the head with that spike thing, and chunks went flying?" he asks. Boy, do I ever. Of course, it hasn't happened yet, so I'll preserve the suspense for those that haven't seen the episode. "Erin Brockovich. Now that's a movie," says Mrs. DeAngelis Sr. I know it's misspelled, but I'm fairly certain that's a shout-out, since that's how people pretty much always spell my name. Do I look like an Irish girl? Don't answer that. Anyway, after David Chase hated me last week, it was very sweet of him to work in the shout-out like that. Your apology is accepted, David. The doorbell rings, and it's Jackie Jr.. Tony enters the potential nickname fray by referring to him as "The Fresh Prince Of New Jersey," but I think he'll always be Little Lord Fuckpants to me. Anyway, he can't stay, and apparently only stopped by because he lost his keys. As has been noted in the forums, this guy's plot has been stuck in neutral for weeks now, so I'll just hit the highlights of his visit: He ignores Joey Pants, asks after Meadow, and, well, I guess they weren't so much highlights as just reminders that he's still alive. Just before the screen-time clock hits the thirty-second mark, he leaves. This prompts Pants to start rambling about all of the advantages enjoyed by Little Lord Fuckpants, and how Joey had to drop out of high school, thus aborting his architectural ambitions. I shudder to think what sort of buildings this guy might have designed. Although I think he'd be perfect for the Newark Museum of Science & Trucking.