Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is ridiculous. I'm gonna call her and smooth all this out.

- Why not? - Andrew...

You can't let her do this.

No! No, I just came here, you know, with Edie.

- Luggage? - Yeah.

We traced that postmark back to your local post office.

She's got a point. I would notice that.

- Out jogging again? - I can't... catch my breath.

- I don't want Mike to catch me. - It's only been ten minutes.

[Gasps] Andrew!

This is a gigantic waste of your time and my father's money.

Oh, God, why couldn't I have just been knocked unconscious?

You're gonna ruin his future over roughhousing?

Gosh, Lynette... I'm really running low.

What's the point, if we can never be together? An hour here and there.

What are you doing? She had a camera. We've got to catch her.

Yes. Gabrielle, did you or did you not offer to sponsor her?

Don't worry. I'm gonna get an ambulance.

For five grand she's hurt, ten grand she's gone.

- I've got a question. - Go ahead. Ask whatever you want.

Yeah, the comedown can be a real bitch. I wish I could help.

[Lynette] I stopped after page 50.

Do you still have your fake ID?

When exactly would this take place?

Perchik Modeling Academy has an opening for their summer program.

I am stuck in the middle and it is really starting to get to me.

Don't even try to make it up to me by talking dirty.

Some secrets were uncovered.

Whoa! For your information, I thought you threw an amazing dinner party.

- Fine. See you in a couple of hours. - OK.

It'll take time to check 'em all out.

You know how I worry. So, you got protection?

Yes! Honey, thank you.

So, what did everybody think?