A Good Whack: Victoria Gotti is a Hottie.

"People make a lot of stupid assumptions about me when they hear my last name." I think there are probably potato bugs eating an apple core in a discarded lunchbox in a schoolyard in Saskatchewan that would make assumptions when they hear that particular last name - but I appreciate the candor, Vicki.

"This is life, the one you get, so go and have a ball." As long as you keep your mouth shut. Or the only ball you're going to have is the one stuffed in your yapper beside its twin brother that used to be attached to your lap.



"I will say this: It's really disappointing when you work with someone so closely and in the end a situation that you think you're doing to help them and their client blows up in your face because of their change of mind and change of heart." And a quarter pound of C-4 stuffed under the front seat of their Lincoln Continental - wired to the ignition.

And what better way to distance yourself from that pesky mafia lore than to hang around with Sofia Coppola. Before she was Lost in Translation, she was getting her guts blown all over the steps of the Met in Godfather 3. But at least she's not having lunch with Corky Romano.

I watched her new show, Growing Up Gotti (Mondays at 9 on A&E) and I thought it was great. She's funny and sexy - and not in a MILF sort of way. It's more of a MILFANGWA sort of way. If you can figure out my new abbreviation, leave it in a comment. But hurry up - as I expect to hear a Lincoln Continental pull up outside my apartment shortly after I publish this.

"Don't even start!" Vicki - I've started! I've started!