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It's no trouble at all to add two more, especially with miss meadow among the missing. Don't be silly. We just dropped by to pick up some of ma's furniture from the basement. "Ma" now? You, come over and sit with me and Anthony, and let Janice's friend sit at the foot. Grandpa, after dinner, hot wheels ? Ooh. Something smells good. See, it's much cozier this way. The more the merrier. This is what it's all about. Friends, family. That's what I missed all those years. You are always welcome, Richie. I hope everyone's hungry for crown roast. Let me help you. No, ma, sit down, sit down. Janice, sit, I have everything under control. Oh, Janice, sit. Really, sit. How's the jacket? What jacket? I gave your little brother a beautiful leather jacket. You still likin' the jacket, ton' ? It's terrific. Excuse me, I gotta get the ginzu. What jacket? Where's my knife? I want to compliment you on your behavior out there. I want him where I can see him. That's what we mean when we say family. I'm sorry, I know I'm late. I said you could stay overnight at hunter's, not miss Sunday dinner. I said I'm sorry, you could've paged me. Was there any mail yesterday? It's right there where it always is. Go set yourself a place, we have company. (Phone) what happened to this? Hello? Carmela? Hi. It's Jeannie cusamano. Oh, hi, hi, how are you? Listen carmela, I spoke to my sister about the letter for meadow, and she's sorry, but she can't do it, I'm sorry. She can't, why not? Because she already wrote a letter for someone else. A wonderful young Dominican man from the housing projects with a 5.2 average and a crack addict mother, and cerebral palsy. So, what does that mean, she can't send two? Did you think about asking one of the priests at the church? A letter from father intintola would probably mean even more, I bet, especially at Georgetown. I gotta go, bye. Good luck. Who was that? Can't send to what, mom? It's nothing.

Joan. I know you said you didn't want to be interrupted, but there's a carmela soprano here to see you. You're kidding. She's not in your daytimer, you want me to handle it? Christ. Send her in. Excuse me. Joan, hi. Is this a bad time? Always. C'mon in. Ricotta pie with pineapples. I was in the neighborhood. My mother's foot surgeon is over here. Oh, thank you. Listen, carmela, I think I know why you're here. My sister told me you wanted me to write a letter to Georgetown for "Fielder", is it? Meadow. Sorry. But I just can't do it. Well, I thought you would at least want to take a look at her grades and her sat scores and some teacher comments before you made up your mind. I think she would be a wonderful addition to the Georgetown campus. Then I'm sure the admissions offices will see that. Well, I'm not sure that's true. The sad fact is that's just not enough these days. I'm sorry, carmela, but I can't do it. I don't think you understand. I want you to write that letter. Excuse me? I said I want you to write the letter. Are you threatening me? Threat, what threatening? I brought you a ricotta pie and high school transcripts so you could write a letter of recommendation for my little daughter to Georgetown. I'm an officer of the court. A lawyer. Don't make me beg here. I've already written my last letter of support for this academic year. How about this, I thought you could write a letter to Georgetown, tell them you discovered that Georgetown was not that person's first choice, and that in face he was using Georgetown as a backup-- I'm not gonna tell you what to write. Oh my god, I left my mother in the car with that foot. Thanks for this.

(Tony) Ask the kid to fix me a burger. Holy fuck shit. We should've at least said hello. Or asked him what time it was or something. Think we should go in? How do I look? Good. Your hair, though, yeah. Hey, hi Tony, how the fuck's it going? How ya doin'? Matt Drinkwater, Ivo Bevelaqua's nephew. My partner, Sean Gismonte. We're friends of Christopher, we worked the executive card game. I know, how you doing? That dancer, Destinee out there? I'd like to break my dick off in that ass of hers. Just so you know, chrissy spoke to us about you wanted we should give you a taste from those tapes-- Jesus fucking Christ, you stupid shit-eating twat. You ever hear of wiretaps? Look what you did. Because you made me do all the talking. You always do that. You get all quiet; you leave me hanging in the motherfucking cocksucking wind.

What is so important you're gonna make a man late for the first post? We heard from Gia Gaeta your little nephews ripped up the house and then haven't been back there. I needed the guys to do some work on Janice's mother's house. Which all due respect is also your boss's mother's house. Gentlemen. Ton'. These guys won't shut up about this fucking ramp. Richie, relax, sit down. I'll buy you a cup of coffee. Where's the jacket? You're not wearing the jacket. It's in the car, you want it back? I gave Tony a jacket I took off rocco dimeo. Cocksucker had a reputation as being the toughest guy in Essex County. But he didn't come back here when I got through with him...

Then we were doing an interview and I asked if I could do it... (Knocking) Carmela? Hi. Hi. Jean, hi, c'mon in. Your plate. My sister said the ricotta pie was delicious and the family loved it. She also said that she reviewed meadow's transcripts, and she was knocked the fuck out by those teacher recommendations. She sat right down and wrote a terrific letter to Georgetown. That's wonderful. Yeah. Do you have a copy? No, but I'll get you one, no problem. Thank you so much. Jean, you are a wonderful friend. Did I tell you how impressed Joan was with meadow's transcripts? You did thank you.

Howie t, bro, blood's flaying on the mix. We oughta score some Vega's to kick the fucking bass up on this TV. (Pounding on door) what the fuck, what's that? (Pounding continues) (rap song) Before she shanked me with a butter knife (pounding) fuck, it's that fucking zip Furio and somebody. What the fuck? Let him in before he kicks the door down. Furio, right? We're here for the money. The money? The boss money. Oh, the money, okay, sure. Get Tony's money. Bella televisione. HDTV compatible. You guys want something to drink, beer, soda? Just the money. 10%, right? 75 hundred. It's all there. Give me $1,000. 1,000 more? (Sean) Christopher said ten percent. $1,000. I can't fucking believe this. You're ripping us off for a g-note. This is bullshit. C'mon, hurry up. What'd you say to him? Have a nice day.

Jesus fucking mother of Christ, Christopher. You want one? No, I'll have a puff of yours. Man. I know. If I knew it was gonna keep getting better and better, I would have asked you to marry me sooner. Like it wasn't always good? Ow. Christopher. What? Nothing, just-- I love my ring. T was right. He set me straight that shit he said to me. No more distractions... Focus, no drugs, eye on the prize. I'm back on track, Adriana. I'm rededicating myself right down the line. I don't know why we always fight. It's my fault. I don't communicate my needs. We waste so much time. You're right. Let's not-- I love you so much. I love you too.

(Sting song playing) (Doorbell) Lilliana, can you get that? (Door opening) Richie! What a surprise, what brings you this way? How are you today, dear? This is to thank you for Sunday dinner. Some tripe and tomatoes I made. We gotta be the only two people who still like tripe. My god, Richie, thank you. It's for you, for later, for dinner, for whatever you want to do with it. The kids are gonna freak out when they see this. I just made some fresh drip, do you want a cup? Sure, why not? So, Richie, you and par-- Janice... This is no flash in the pan. Yeah, it's ironic how life works. She goes to Sri Lanka or wherever, I go where I went... And here we are back where we started 20 years ago. For every shoe there is a mate. Mrs. Carmela, sorry, but my husband has come to get the extra TV set from the basement you said I could have. Sure, go right ahead. If there is one thing we don't lack around here it's television sets. Lilliana, the remote is down there somewhere too. It's on the shelves. Hello, Mrs., Thank you for TV. Oh, please, enjoy. The poor thing. In Poland he was a mechanical engineer, here's he's driving a cab. What's the matter, you alright? I'm fine, I'm fine. I gotta go.

Answering machine. Friggin' Christopher, where is he? He's always here. This is fucked. What? This, us, look at us. We're like two fucking scared rabbits or something, douchebags. Don't say that. Sean, for chrissakes, grow up to reality. We are nowhere. Buying fish, punching safes, what is that, for what? We're just getting started, it's what you do. We got stockbroker licenses. I went to pace college. Fuck. It's true, huh? We're fucked. We gotta do something to get ahead in this world.

Mom, I don't believe it and don't try to deny it! I told you not to let lilliana into my room! Look at the money they waste on these CD ROM's. "Mindspring", "Earthlink", what are these, exactly? I don't know and don't change the subject, it's my room! There were clothes a foot deep on the floor. You had half the bath towels in there. Don't exaggerate! Wet, it was starting to smell. It's my room and if I want it like that that's the way I want it! I don't bitch you out about your room. Your room is in my house. And as long as you live in my house, there are gonna be limits. I won't be here for long, I'm 18 years old! I'm going to be going to college soon, I can take care of myself so just bug out, okay? Oh, you can? That's right! You know what? You're right. You are right. You can take care of yourself. Thank you. You're gonna be going off all on your own to a wonderful college. What right do I have to interfere?

What's going on? Nothing I can think of. Except it's Tuesday, 3:00. So we gotta talk about something. Okay, spin the wheel. Here's something that's been bothering me. I gave my daughter a car. Really? Yeah, used car, one of those SUV's, a '92 Pathfinder. The thing is, it belonged to a friend of hers from school, and it came into my possession because of a debt incurred to me by the kid's father. And this is the way he elected to make payment. You gave her her friend's car. It was a nice, safe car, to which I had the pink slip. What's bothering you? I must've known that she'd know that it was this fucking kid Eric's car and how I got it, you know, and she'd freak out. Then why'd you give it to her? I don't know. For all these years I've been shielding her and protecting her from certain truths. So now I want to rub her nose in it? Any thoughts on that? This kid's father, he's a fucking degenerate gambler. But he's also a respected businessman in the community and everything that goes along with that. One of your happy wanderers. How do you remember this shit? So, it becomes my fault that he lost his kid's car? I gotta look out for him because he's a sick bastard? My friend artie bucco's got a restaurant, right? Now, believe me, no one's telling him to refuse a plate of fettucini to some fat fuck that wanders in that's eating him to death. Maybe that's what you were saying to your daughter. What? By giving her the SUV, wanting her to confront some of these moral ambiguities. English. Meadow's going to be going away to college next year. Yeah, that's why she needs the car. Leaving the nest. Not those fucking ducks again. Maybe you were preparing her for reality, teaching her to fly. You people are something. I gave my little daughter a car to rub her face in shit, and you're telling me I did something noble? We're getting to something here. Time's up. We still have time and we're doing good work. What? You feel you're cured? Fine, I'll sit here. But I got nothing else to say. Yeah, you called me?

Oh, get the fuck out of here, paulie. I'm supposed to go all the way over there to check on a fucking ramp? Yo, Christopher, what's up? What's up, man? Get that motherfucker! Get him! Fucking seatbelt! (Car alarm going off) (Sirens)

Richie. Yeah. Matt Drinkwater, Bevelaqua. You hear what happened to Christopher Moltisanti? Yeah, somebody blew him up. It was us, me and Sean. You? Sean is fucking dead, Christopher killed him. So, what the fuck are you doing here? We did it for you as a favor. What the fuck are you talking about? 'Cause you don't like him. So what?! He hit your niece. Jesus, are you fucking crazy? That's all I need now for that two-faced ungrateful fuck to think I had any part of this. You gotta help me, man. I'll help you, I'll fucking help you! You gotta hide me, I'm with you now. Who told you to do that?! Get out of here, you dumb fuck, I'll kill you!
How can this happen? How could this happen? (Breathing machine beeping)

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It's no trouble at all to add two more, especially with miss meadow among the missing. Don't be silly. We just dropped by to pick up some of ma's furniture from the basement. "Ma" now? You, come over and sit with me and Anthony, and let Janice's friend sit at the foot. Grandpa, after dinner, hot wheels ? Ooh. Something smells good. See, it's much cozier this way. The more the merrier. This is what it's all about. Friends, family. That's what I missed all those years. You are always welcome, Richie. I hope everyone's hungry for crown roast. Let me help you. No, ma, sit down, sit down. Janice, sit, I have everything under control. Oh, Janice, sit. Really, sit. How's the jacket? What jacket? I gave your little brother a beautiful leather jacket. You still likin' the jacket, ton' ? It's terrific. Excuse me, I gotta get the ginzu. What jacket? Where's my knife? I want to compliment you on your behavior out there. I want him where I can see him. That's what we mean when we say family. I'm sorry, I know I'm late. I said you could stay overnight at hunter's, not miss Sunday dinner. I said I'm sorry, you could've paged me. Was there any mail yesterday? It's right there where it always is. Go set yourself a place, we have company. (Phone) what happened to this? Hello? Carmela? Hi. It's Jeannie cusamano. Oh, hi, hi, how are you? Listen carmela, I spoke to my sister about the letter for meadow, and she's sorry, but she can't do it, I'm sorry. She can't, why not? Because she already wrote a letter for someone else. A wonderful young Dominican man from the housing projects with a 5.2 average and a crack addict mother, and cerebral palsy. So, what does that mean, she can't send two? Did you think about asking one of the priests at the church? A letter from father intintola would probably mean even more, I bet, especially at Georgetown. I gotta go, bye. Good luck. Who was that? Can't send to what, mom? It's nothing.
Joan. I know you said you didn't want to be interrupted, but there's a carmela soprano here to see you. You're kidding. She's not in your daytimer, you want me to handle it? Christ. Send her in. Excuse me. Joan, hi. Is this a bad time? Always. C'mon in. Ricotta pie with pineapples. I was in the neighborhood. My mother's foot surgeon is over here. Oh, thank you. Listen, carmela, I think I know why you're here. My sister told me you wanted me to write a letter to Georgetown for "Fielder", is it? Meadow. Sorry. But I just can't do it. Well, I thought you would at least want to take a look at her grades and her sat scores and some teacher comments before you made up your mind. I think she would be a wonderful addition to the Georgetown campus. Then I'm sure the admissions offices will see that. Well, I'm not sure that's true. The sad fact is that's just not enough these days. I'm sorry, carmela, but I can't do it. I don't think you understand. I want you to write that letter. Excuse me? I said I want you to write the letter. Are you threatening me? Threat, what threatening? I brought you a ricotta pie and high school transcripts so you could write a letter of recommendation for my little daughter to Georgetown. I'm an officer of the court. A lawyer. Don't make me beg here. I've already written my last letter of support for this academic year. How about this, I thought you could write a letter to Georgetown, tell them you discovered that Georgetown was not that person's first choice, and that in face he was using Georgetown as a backup-- I'm not gonna tell you what to write. Oh my god, I left my mother in the car with that foot. Thanks for this.
(Tony) Ask the kid to fix me a burger. Holy fuck shit. We should've at least said hello. Or asked him what time it was or something. Think we should go in? How do I look? Good. Your hair, though, yeah. Hey, hi Tony, how the fuck's it going? How ya doin'? Matt Drinkwater, Ivo Bevelaqua's nephew. My partner, Sean Gismonte. We're friends of Christopher, we worked the executive card game. I know, how you doing? That dancer, Destinee out there? I'd like to break my dick off in that ass of hers. Just so you know, chrissy spoke to us about you wanted we should give you a taste from those tapes-- Jesus fucking Christ, you stupid shit-eating twat. You ever hear of wiretaps? Look what you did. Because you made me do all the talking. You always do that. You get all quiet; you leave me hanging in the motherfucking cocksucking wind.
What is so important you're gonna make a man late for the first post? We heard from Gia Gaeta your little nephews ripped up the house and then haven't been back there. I needed the guys to do some work on Janice's mother's house. Which all due respect is also your boss's mother's house. Gentlemen. Ton'. These guys won't shut up about this fucking ramp. Richie, relax, sit down. I'll buy you a cup of coffee. Where's the jacket? You're not wearing the jacket. It's in the car, you want it back? I gave Tony a jacket I took off rocco dimeo. Cocksucker had a reputation as being the toughest guy in Essex County. But he didn't come back here when I got through with him...
Then we were doing an interview and I asked if I could do it... (Knocking) Carmela? Hi. Hi. Jean, hi, c'mon in. Your plate. My sister said the ricotta pie was delicious and the family loved it. She also said that she reviewed meadow's transcripts, and she was knocked the fuck out by those teacher recommendations. She sat right down and wrote a terrific letter to Georgetown. That's wonderful. Yeah. Do you have a copy? No, but I'll get you one, no problem. Thank you so much. Jean, you are a wonderful friend. Did I tell you how impressed Joan was with meadow's transcripts? You did thank you.
Howie t, bro, blood's flaying on the mix. We oughta score some Vega's to kick the fucking bass up on this TV. (Pounding on door) what the fuck, what's that? (Pounding continues) (rap song) Before she shanked me with a butter knife (pounding) fuck, it's that fucking zip Furio and somebody. What the fuck? Let him in before he kicks the door down. Furio, right? We're here for the money. The money? The boss money. Oh, the money, okay, sure. Get Tony's money. Bella televisione. HDTV compatible. You guys want something to drink, beer, soda? Just the money. 10%, right? 75 hundred. It's all there. Give me $1,000. 1,000 more? (Sean) Christopher said ten percent. $1,000. I can't fucking believe this. You're ripping us off for a g-note. This is bullshit. C'mon, hurry up. What'd you say to him? Have a nice day.
Jesus fucking mother of Christ, Christopher. You want one? No, I'll have a puff of yours. Man. I know. If I knew it was gonna keep getting better and better, I would have asked you to marry me sooner. Like it wasn't always good? Ow. Christopher. What? Nothing, just-- I love my ring. T was right. He set me straight that shit he said to me. No more distractions... Focus, no drugs, eye on the prize. I'm back on track, Adriana. I'm rededicating myself right down the line. I don't know why we always fight. It's my fault. I don't communicate my needs. We waste so much time. You're right. Let's not-- I love you so much. I love you too.
(Sting song playing) (Doorbell) Lilliana, can you get that? (Door opening) Richie! What a surprise, what brings you this way? How are you today, dear? This is to thank you for Sunday dinner. Some tripe and tomatoes I made. We gotta be the only two people who still like tripe. My god, Richie, thank you. It's for you, for later, for dinner, for whatever you want to do with it. The kids are gonna freak out when they see this. I just made some fresh drip, do you want a cup? Sure, why not? So, Richie, you and par-- Janice... This is no flash in the pan. Yeah, it's ironic how life works. She goes to Sri Lanka or wherever, I go where I went... And here we are back where we started 20 years ago. For every shoe there is a mate. Mrs. Carmela, sorry, but my husband has come to get the extra TV set from the basement you said I could have. Sure, go right ahead. If there is one thing we don't lack around here it's television sets. Lilliana, the remote is down there somewhere too. It's on the shelves. Hello, Mrs., Thank you for TV. Oh, please, enjoy. The poor thing. In Poland he was a mechanical engineer, here's he's driving a cab. What's the matter, you alright? I'm fine, I'm fine. I gotta go.
Answering machine. Friggin' Christopher, where is he? He's always here. This is fucked. What? This, us, look at us. We're like two fucking scared rabbits or something, douchebags. Don't say that. Sean, for chrissakes, grow up to reality. We are nowhere. Buying fish, punching safes, what is that, for what? We're just getting started, it's what you do. We got stockbroker licenses. I went to pace college. Fuck. It's true, huh? We're fucked. We gotta do something to get ahead in this world.
Mom, I don't believe it and don't try to deny it! I told you not to let lilliana into my room! Look at the money they waste on these CD ROM's. "Mindspring", "Earthlink", what are these, exactly? I don't know and don't change the subject, it's my room! There were clothes a foot deep on the floor. You had half the bath towels in there. Don't exaggerate! Wet, it was starting to smell. It's my room and if I want it like that that's the way I want it! I don't bitch you out about your room. Your room is in my house. And as long as you live in my house, there are gonna be limits. I won't be here for long, I'm 18 years old! I'm going to be going to college soon, I can take care of myself so just bug out, okay? Oh, you can? That's right! You know what? You're right. You are right. You can take care of yourself. Thank you. You're gonna be going off all on your own to a wonderful college. What right do I have to interfere?
What's going on? Nothing I can think of. Except it's Tuesday, 3:00. So we gotta talk about something. Okay, spin the wheel. Here's something that's been bothering me. I gave my daughter a car. Really? Yeah, used car, one of those SUV's, a '92 Pathfinder. The thing is, it belonged to a friend of hers from school, and it came into my possession because of a debt incurred to me by the kid's father. And this is the way he elected to make payment. You gave her her friend's car. It was a nice, safe car, to which I had the pink slip. What's bothering you? I must've known that she'd know that it was this fucking kid Eric's car and how I got it, you know, and she'd freak out. Then why'd you give it to her? I don't know. For all these years I've been shielding her and protecting her from certain truths. So now I want to rub her nose in it? Any thoughts on that? This kid's father, he's a fucking degenerate gambler. But he's also a respected businessman in the community and everything that goes along with that. One of your happy wanderers. How do you remember this shit? So, it becomes my fault that he lost his kid's car? I gotta look out for him because he's a sick bastard? My friend artie bucco's got a restaurant, right? Now, believe me, no one's telling him to refuse a plate of fettucini to some fat fuck that wanders in that's eating him to death. Maybe that's what you were saying to your daughter. What? By giving her the SUV, wanting her to confront some of these moral ambiguities. English. Meadow's going to be going away to college next year. Yeah, that's why she needs the car. Leaving the nest. Not those fucking ducks again. Maybe you were preparing her for reality, teaching her to fly. You people are something. I gave my little daughter a car to rub her face in shit, and you're telling me I did something noble? We're getting to something here. Time's up. We still have time and we're doing good work. What? You feel you're cured? Fine, I'll sit here. But I got nothing else to say. Yeah, you called me?
Oh, get the fuck out of here, paulie. I'm supposed to go all the way over there to check on a fucking ramp? Yo, Christopher, what's up? What's up, man? Get that motherfucker! Get him! Fucking seatbelt! (Car alarm going off) (Sirens)
Richie. Yeah. Matt Drinkwater, Bevelaqua. You hear what happened to Christopher Moltisanti? Yeah, somebody blew him up. It was us, me and Sean. You? Sean is fucking dead, Christopher killed him. So, what the fuck are you doing here? We did it for you as a favor. What the fuck are you talking about? 'Cause you don't like him. So what?! He hit your niece. Jesus, are you fucking crazy? That's all I need now for that two-faced ungrateful fuck to think I had any part of this. You gotta help me, man. I'll help you, I'll fucking help you! You gotta hide me, I'm with you now. Who told you to do that?! Get out of here, you dumb fuck, I'll kill you! How can this happen? How could this happen? (Breathing machine beeping)
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