Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Friends can do that.
[Radio chatter]
- [Lynette] Really? - You didn't read until the end?
Somebody found out Mary Alice's secret...
We did. I just thought she left.
- What? - Son, that's not gonna happen.
You remember? That was last summer.
On Wisteria Lane, that means keping up with Bre Van De Kamp.
- I just wanted to help out. - It's in New York!
Danielle, would you prefer to live with your father?
I'm not jealous. I just don't like to share.
- Is there any way to get around it? - Off the record?
Smile, Gabrielle.
Bree, I've gone to an attorney.
I have no designs on this man whatsoever.
you're not just the sweet, neighborly plumber?
- Can we go nationwide with this? - Start by targeting the top chain.
Here. Got some ice.
Looks like you've got your blackmailer.
As Lynette swallowed the stolen medication of an eight-year-old child,
- Our problems are serious. - Handle this however you see fit.
- You're going home. - Dad, why?
Lynette and Tom were headed into a black hole.
Your participation was supposed to be limited to making dinner,
Meaning?
No, hear me out.
- And... you look amazing. - [Kendra] Mike! Where are the towels?
You'll have to disclose the fact that your wife killed herself in the house.
- You? Ride the bull? - Yeah. Yeah, it's a real rush.
I'm just saying.
Thanks.
Where did you say they were going tonight?
No. We've been friends for years.
I had this gig once,
John.
You're not gonna beat a girl like that by knocking off early.
He said, "Congressman, this was not the vote. You voted already."
When were you planning on telling me?