Written February 22, 2021:
Things Could Be Better, Right?
Mrs. Tribbiani: Why did you have to fill your father’s head with all that garbage about making things right? Things were fine the way they were!
Joey: Hold on, you-you knew?
Mrs. Tribbiani: Of course I knew! Whaddyou think? Your father is no James Bond. You should’ve heard some of his cover stories. ‘I’m sleeping over at my accountant’s’- I mean, what is that? Please!
Joey: So then- how could you- I mean, how could you?!-
Mrs. Tribbiani: Do you remember how your father used to be? Always yelling, always yelling nothing made him happy, nothing made him happy, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he’s happy! I mean, it’s nice, he has a hobby.
Joey: Ma, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but… what the hell are you talking about?! I mean, what about you?
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I’m fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there’d be no her, and your father would look like Sting. And I’ll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he’s been so ashamed of himself that he’s been more attentive, he’s been more loving… I mean, it’s like every day’s our anniversary.
Joey: I’m…happy…for you?
Mrs. Tribbiani: Well don’t be, because now everything’s screwed up. I just want it the way it was.
Joey: Ma, I’m sorry. I just did what I thought you’d want.
Mrs. Tribbiani: I know you did, cookie. Oh, I know you did. So tell me. Did you see her?
Joey: Yeah. You’re ten times prettier than she is.
Mrs. Tribbiani: That’s sweet. Could I take her?
Joey: With this ring? No contest.
She calls Ronni her husband’s hobby. In the end, he’s gonna keep cheating on his wife like she wanted, she’s gonna keep pretending she doesn’t know even though she does.
I am not judging, but like what Joey said, what the hell was that? Is it her way of coping? Is she just being realistic and looking at the silver lining?
Is monogamy too much to ask?
PS. I love Joey, but he’s one to talk, right?
Update: I’m still with Joey on this one. The whole arrangement doesn’t make sense.