Speaking of field goals, let's go Steelers!

Ahem. Back in the Bing's back room, Tony, Silvio, and Paulie are counseling Christopher on the virtues of marriage. Tony speaks optimistically about the wonders of modern medical technology, and Silvio points out that "you could have more kids than the Kennedys, but if you're married to some twat, what good it is it?" Paulie, however, takes a dissenting view. "This is nothing about Ade or anybody else," he says, before advising Christopher to remain single as long as possible. "Marriage and our thing don't jive." Heh. I'm beginning to think that marriage might not jive with recapping, either. But that's more of a Six Feet Under sort of subject, so I'll just move on. Tony reminds Christopher that Adriana stood by him when he got shot in the spleen, and then pulls out his ultimate trump card: "You don't want to end up like my Uncle June, do ya?" Chris seems genuinely grateful for their advice, even if he still doesn't seem to have made up his mind one way or the other.

So, of course, he then does what anyone would do when considering a critical life decision: he shoots up. In his car. Which is parked on the side of the road. And then he passes out against the window, with his arm still wrapped in plastic tubing. Oh, yeah. That's smart. It also makes me wonder why the hell the Feds even need Adriana's help. It's not like they couldn't have picked up Chris himself by now. And if they could get Big Pussy to turn over a heroin beef, there's certainly no reason they couldn't do the same thing here. Anyway, Chris shakes himself awake, puts away the paraphernalia, and almost gets into an accident as he starts to drive away.

The next morning, Boon walks up to a house in a considerably less generic neighborhood than his own. Mrs. Vondie answers the door, and mentions that Mr. Vondie can be found in the den before her two kids come rumbling out past her. Because this show can never pass on an opportunity to tweak those beloved stereotypes, the little black kids are carrying hockey sticks instead of basketballs and rushing off to practice. Heh.