Down by the sea, Tony is still sleeping on the floor when Lawyer Bruce starts pounding on the door. Tony clambers up to let him in, and explains that "things aren't very good at home," and his boat is being refinished, so he decided to sleep there. Lawyer Bruce, who's been divorced three times himself, suggests meeting perfunctorily with all the top divorce lawyers in the area so they can't take Carmela on as a client. Then he tells Tony to check into a hotel, because he doesn't want to be liable if something happens before the sale is finalized. Oh, he's a real prince of guy, that Lawyer Bruce. Tony agrees, and shuffles off to find a shower.
Moments later, he's returning the favor by knocking on Lawyer Bruce's door, and he's greeted by Mrs. Lawyer Bruce, who also seems to favor the sweater-over-the-shoulders look. What is this, 1986? Are they wearing Izods and deck shoes? Will AJ start pegging his jeans? Tony, who's still dressed in yesterday's outfit, explains that given his marital troubles, he's decided not to buy the house. Lawyer Bruce is unsurprisingly obstinate, insisting that he and his "partners" have a signed contract, and the deal has to go through. Their bargaining is interrupted by Tony's cell phone, and once Tony leaves to answer it, Mrs. Lawyer Bruce gets all up in her husband's face. "That guy's a mobster!" she points out, but LB doesn't care. He's dealt with the mob before, over a copyright dispute that (believe it or not) somehow involved Enya. No, I don't understand it, either. Man, where's Hesh when you need him? Oh, that's right. And then, just to make sure we all understand that the money-grubbing lawyer is Jewish, Lawyer Bruce calls his wife "rabbi." Now that's some stereotyping shit.
Outside, Tony answers his phone and is told by Johnny Sack that Carmine is ready to make a deal over the Esplanade. "Are you kidding me?" wonders Tony. "Everything's in motion." "Welcome to my world," replies Johnny. By the way, there's still almost forty minutes left in the episode. Welcome to MY world.