The best, funniest and yet most heartbreaking moment has to be when Paulie discovers that the woman he has always adored (like every good Italian American boy) his mother is not all she appears to be and his aunt (who he has always considered to be a bit strange) is his real mother. The confusion that this scene throws up, his real bitterness at a life he now feels has been a sham, the cancer scare that he now has to deal with alone. What a sad and complicated figure he makes. And yet, his perfectly coiffed hairdo, his manicured fingernails and attention to sartorial detail mark him as somebody different from the rest of the mob, more sensitive maybe? The resulting tussle with his sense of betrayal and eventual acceptance of the woman that he once knew as mother is as poignant as any moment in the Sopranos. What will happen to Paulie Walnuts, the man without a goomah or familly? The man that stands out in his crowd.