Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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