Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In suburbia, it means keping up with the Joneses.
I will be right in.
- But thanks. - Oh. OK. [laughs]
We've decided that it would be better if we got divorced.
Oh, yeah. For his ADD.
Mike had to reschedule.
You and I can go alone. Gabrielle can stay here and get better.
- The pills have been a godsend. - I bet. [laughs]
I'm getting ready for a dinner party tomorrow. Six people.
Oh, hello. Welcome. I'm Edie. How do you do?
Thank God you're here. Will you take care of Gabrielle for a minute?
Yeah. It's good for your career. I'll pull it off.
When I was alive, my friends and I came together once a month
We'd, um... We'd still be over, though.
All I'm saying is we need to take some of the responsibility here.
You shelled your own crabs?
for a meting of the Wisteria Lane Book Club.
As Juanita tetered dangerously close to the white light,
No? That's Mr. Conlin, the locksmith. He's been very helpful today.
Well, it's been fun. Thanks, guys. See you later.
What's wrong with your eyes?
We need to concentrate ad spending
Then one day, Mrs. Huber finally got the chance to mow down the competition.
Mom, you're getting too dressed up.
You look a little tired. Is everything OK?
And a good one, too.
Word on the street is, um, you medicate Timmy.