with the woman, but--
she thinks her
daughter is dead.
i told you i had another
dream about ade in paris.
a french policeman told me she
was dead and i had to tell her.
i know, carm.
pepe le pew--
doesn't change the fact
that adrianna is missing.
it also doesn't change the fact
that her mother's a bitter lush
- who can't accept reality.
- what reality?
that her daughter couldn't
stand her so she moved away.
that's what you
say to me two weeks
after our own daughter
moves away to california.
oh come on, will you stop? it's
a different situation entirely.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry.
it's just...
it's just everything
all at once.
what everything?
the holidays are coming and
my spec house has gone to shit.
well, a.j.'s got a job.
he's doing better.
you raised
two gorgeous kids.
you got a husband
that loves you.
you made us
a beautiful home.
doesn't that count
for something?
come on.
not exactly a
thanksgiving day classic here, ed...
the fuck?
come on, cut it out.
he's already talkin' like
a real construction worker.
yeah, funny. see how you
like working out in the cold.
go check on the bird.
bring back
some onion dip too.
so how's your bird
these days?
what the fuck
are you talkin' about?
come on, clandestine
phone calls--
i know you got
a new goomar.
- what can i say, huh?
- with a pregnant wife at home.
your timing is
fuckin' priceless.
playground's closed.
a man has his needs.
good point. when carmela
had her spec house,
i can't tell you how many
nights i had to fend for myself
'cause she was out lookin'
at bathroom fixtures.
so this new one-- how come
you don't bring her around?
honestly
i would but...
between us,
she's black.
- oh!
- you're bangin' a shine?
she's hot too.
classy.
not that it
would matter to paulie.
i'd still have to listen
to all his racial bullshit.
yeah. she would feel it too.
hey, uncle paulie.
the fuck you doin'?
there's my girl. come
here. gimme that cheek.
i got your check.
she a doll or what?
blanca.
hi. i'm anthony.
yeah. i just did
your paperwork.
- you live in jersey?
- hello.
my urologist.
i gotta take this.
soprano!
i would've cleaned up
if you gave me a minute.
you started it.
seriously, i'm sorry
it's such a pigsty.
i just work a lot
and i'm a pig.
gonna get
a tree in here?
i come from hanukkah people,
but it doesn't do a lot for me.
so christmas eve's
just another day to you?
actually, we usually go to
some incredibly shitty movie.
there's nothin' else
to choose from.
makes me worried
about my project.
- you ruined my dress.
- save it.
like monica lewinsky.
show your friends how
hard you made me come.
mmm.
what are we doing
here, huh?
i don't know.
can't stop thinkin' about
fucking you all the time.
how can you even like a person
who sleeps with a married guy?
can we not talk
about it?
i rushed in with her.
i thought i wanted it.
you do. and you're
not giving it a chance.
you'll see eventually you'll
want kids. it'll be good.
i don't want a family
with her.
she's got no idea
who i am.
she doesn't
understand you?
as we know, phil asked me
to arrange this meeting
after the fire
in his wire room.
correction. you asked
me to fuckin' attend.
- i agreed.
- fair enough.
now i won't call it
a sit-down because
of the inclement
negative implications.
let's think of it as...
a meeting of minds.
now for whatever reason,
certain incidents
have expired lately that in
addition to being dangerous
could have an adverse impact
on our respective bottom lines.
i know vito's bottom was impacted
if that's what you're referring to.
call him what you will, but you're
talkin' about one of my captains.
captain? the good ship lollipop, right?
- phil, please.
- please, my ass.
the man was
a fuckin' disgrace.
well, before he came
out of the closet
he worked for me.
and he put
a lot of money in my
pocket. and yours too.
talk about