Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take your seats.

Tomorrow morning, I'm cleaning it. Oh, by the way, Heath.

- I had the nightmare again. - It's weird to hear Mary Alice.

What exactly is it you want from me, Mrs. Huber?

...I thought it would upset you.

- Hi. - What's this?

Hate your guts I am quietly but decidedly hating your guts.

See? Socks instead of rags.

So what's your strategy?

My father was a prosecutor and he always said that the simplest explanation

Actually, that's my real name.

I can't let her get away with this.

- You know, it's leaking. - Yeah, I know.

Are you just never gonna speak to me again?

- How long are you going to be? - Almost done.

It's Mrs. Huber, Susan, are you there? I can se your lights are on.

I don't understand why you don't just ask him out on an official date date.

I love this mug. If I medicate them, will they still make me a mug like this?

- What does the rest of the tape say? - More about her nightmares,

You better get over there. She's wearing cotton.

Are you sure? He's gonna freak.

We got this by mistake.

Lover, wife and, ultimately, victim.

That's not something someone writes to themselves.

I don't think they'll throw me in jail.

But, unfortunately for Lynette,

Careful, dear, let's not say things we'll live to regret.

- I need to talk to you. - Cool. Sure.

Good. 'Cause I'm gonna take one more shot.

It looked to be an interesting afternoon on Wisteria Lane.

I must've dropped the measuring cup.

That being said, I do love what he's done with that lawn.

[Laughs] Come on, how can you not like Hitchcock?

We'll discuss that later. I need you to take medicine.

Just because I don't share my problems with you

Try to hurry. I have stuff to do.

- So, Susan, how are you? - I'm fine.