Tony Soprano and his family see the most strange public service annoucement on TV

[The episode opens with Tony, Carmela, Meadow, and A.J. sitting on the couch in their living room, watching TV. They are flipping through the channels, looking for something to watch.]

Tony: What's on tonight? Anything good?

Carmela: I don't know, Tony. Why don't you check the guide?

Tony: I'm checking, I'm checking. Let's see... [reads the channel names and shows] HBO... The Wire... nah, too depressing. ESPN... SportsCenter... nah, too boring. CNN... Anderson Cooper... nah, too fake. Comedy Central... South Park... nah, too vulgar.

A.J.: Come on, Dad. South Park is hilarious.

Tony: Yeah, hilarious. If you like watching a bunch of foul-mouthed kids making fun of everything and everyone.

Meadow: Dad, it's satire. It's supposed to be provocative and edgy.

Tony: Satire, schmatire. It's garbage. And don't get me started on that Cartman kid. He's a menace.

Carmela: Tony, please. Can we just find something we can all enjoy?

Tony: Alright, alright. How about this? [stops at a channel that is showing a PSA on what to do if you find mashed up chicken nuggets and green ketchup inside a pack of Seneca Menthol Cigarettes]

[They watch the PSA in silence, with expressions of disbelief, disgust, and amusement on their faces.]

Tony: [after the PSA ends] What the fuck was that?

Carmela: That was... bizarre.

Meadow: That was... hilarious.

A.J.: That was... awesome.

Tony: That was... a scam. A fucking scam. Those bastards are ripping off people who buy Seneca Menthol Cigarettes.

Carmela: Tony, calm down. It's just a PSA. It's not like you smoke Seneca Menthol Cigarettes.

Tony: No, but I know people who do. People who work for me. People who trust me. People who expect me to protect them from this kind of shit.

Carmela: Tony, what are you talking about?

Tony: I'm talking about the fact that I have a deal with the Seneca Nation of Indians. They supply me with Seneca Menthol Cigarettes, and I distribute them to my guys and my customers. It's a lucrative business. And now, some fucking lowlifes are trying to ruin it by putting chicken nuggets and ketchup in the packs.

Carmela: How do you know that?

Tony: I know, alright? I know.