Kelli Aprile: Jesus Christ, look at who our father was! My brother wasn't killed by some drug dealer! He was killed by some fat fuck in see-through socks!
Carmela Soprano: Now, you liked Jackie; so you don't want to believe that he did this to himself. So, like a lot of other people you go around looking for boogey men to blame- boogey men with Italian names.
Jackie Aprile Jr.: Tony, please, for my father.
Anthony 'Tony' Soprano Sr.: The warranty on his death certificate expired two weeks ago. Your bullshit expired along with it!
[while shopping for a dress for Jackie Aprile Jr.'s funeral, Adriana carelessly divulges several private details to her newfound friend, whom the audience knows is an undercover FBI Agent]
Adriana La Cerva: Miss? Can you tell me where I can find something more dressy - not 'evening' but muted? The thing is, it's for a funeral.
FBI Agent Deborah Ciccerone/Danielle Ciccolella: Oh. I'm so sorry.
Adriana La Cerva: Yeah. The guy was like 22.
FBI Agent Deborah Ciccerone/Danielle Ciccolella: Car accident?
Adriana La Cerva: Actually, murder. He was a cousin of mine. Anyway, the last time we went to a funeral, my boyfriend cussed me out over what I wore to his boss's mother's wake. And I said, 'Come on! Do you think Tony even noticed for, like, one minute what I had on?' But he keeps on about everything!
[Meadow reproves her cousin for making careless accusatory comments about how Jackie Jr. died]
Meadow Soprano: Our dads are in the garbage business, and it's always good for a laugh. And, yeah, they brush up against organised crime. But, do you think they control every slime ball and illegal gun in like a hundred communities? I can't believe you would say this in front of an outsider! Jesus Christ, some loyalty?
Anthony 'Tony' Soprano Sr.: [opens the compact fridge, slams it and gives it a good kicking] I been dreaming of that fucking lo mein all the way the fuck over here. Now, who came in here and ate my shit?