Mike kisses Susan and leaves.

Julie: "You okay?"
Susan: "Julie, I did something bad. Something really, really bad. Aren’t you gonna ask me what it was?"
Julie: "Do I ever have to?"
Susan: "Last week, when Mike and I went to the park searching for Zach, I sort of found him."
Julie: "No!"
Susan: "Yes, and I gave him money and I sent him away and I didn’t tell Mike."
Julie: "Holy crap! What are you gonna do?"
Susan: "I don’t know. What would you do if this happened to you?"
Julie: "See, this would never happen to me. This kinda thing only happens to you."
Susan: "Will you stop judging and help me?"
Julie: "Well, obviously you’re gonna have to tell him."
Susan: "Well, I can’t do that. You heard what he said about his wiring. I betrayed him. He’ll never forgive me."
Julie: "Okay. Don’t tell him."
Susan: "Well, how can I not? I feel so guilty, I can barely look him in the eye when he talks about Zach."
Julie: "So, where do you think Zach went?"
Susan: "Utah. Oh lord. Why did I do this?"
Julie: "I have a feeling you did it for me."

Nina: "Hey, girl."
Lynette: "Hi."
Nina: "I hope you are in the mood for margaritas cause it is Salsa Night at O’Donnell's."
Lynette: "Oh, fun, but I can’t go tonight because I promised the twins that I would help them finish their science project."
Nina: "Lynette. If the late hours are going to be an issue for you, we should probably talk about finding you a less demanding account."
Lynette: "You’re gonna take me off Kamarov because I won’t go drinking with you?"
Nina: "No. Oh, god, no. Honey, I get it. You have a family. Home has to come first for you."
Lynette: "Thank you."
Nina: "I mean, for me, the client comes first. Me being a perfectionist is my own neurotic issue and I know that I really need to work on that. But trust me. I will never sleep again if this campaign gets mucked up. I’ll figure something out. You go home. Have a good night."
Lynette: "Nina."
Nina: "Yeah?"
Lynette: "I can handle the extra hours."
Nina: "Oh, Lynette. You sure?"
Lynette: "Yeah."
Nina: "I’ll get my coat."

Lonnie: "It all started with bad real estate investments."
Susan: "You should have just come clean."
Lonnie: "Yeah, well, you tell one lie, the second one comes easy. Then you’re making up new lies to cover up the old ones. Pretty soon you can’t turn back, you know?"
Susan: "I do."
Lonnie: "When Jeannie finally caught on, she took the kids, she took the furniture. The bank locked me out of my own house."
Susan: "Wow."
Lonnie: "That’s why I can’t lose you as a client."
Susan: "Well, I’m sorry, but you have."
Lonnie: "I don’t blame you."
Susan: "You’ll never lose my friendship, though. I mean that."
Lonnie: "Really?"
Susan: "Of course. You’re my Lonnie."

Barton: "Mrs. Van de Kamp."
Bree: "Detective Barton. What are you doing here?"
Barton: "Oh, just taking care of some business. Is this…?"
Bree: "Yes. This is Rex. I, I want to thank you again for what you did. It was so refreshing to be treated with kindness after weeks of just ludicrous accusations."
Barton: "The doctor doesn’t think they're ludicrous."
Bree: "Well, I know, but Rex died in his care. Of course he’s like to blame someone else."
Barton: "But the tests he did, uh…"
Bree: "Oh, please don’t talk to me about tests. Rex was not poisoned and no one I know believes that he was."
Barton: "Rex did."
Bree: "What?"
Barton: "Well, the doctor told Rex he was being poisoned and Rex believed him."
Bree: "How would you know that?"
Barton: "Oh."

Gabrielle: "Carlos, he’s kidding. Tell him you’re kidding."
Carlos: "Shut it."
David: "And clearly Gabrielle is willful, self centered, and manipulative. She’s also beautiful enough to be worth the trouble. So, the minute we leave this room I’m gonna aggressively pursue her. And when I succeed, which I will, we are gonna fly to my chateau in Chamonix and have dinner in a local bistro. They make the best rack of lamb in all of Europe. We’ll make love by the fire and afterwards a little midnight skiing." (to Gabrielle) "You ski, don’t you? You’re athletic, you’ll learn." (to Carlos) "Anyway. All of this only happens if you fire me. If you keep me on, you’re wife’s off limits. I’d get disbarred for sleeping with a client’s wife and nobody’s worth that, not even her. That’s my pitch. I’ll let you think about it."

6. rész

Sophie: "You can?"
Susan: "You can?"
Mike: "I assume you want to pick out your own wedding dress when we get married, right?"
Sophie: "Oh, that sounds like a proposal."
Mike: "Did it?"
Susan: "Yeah, it did."
Mike: "Huh, what do you know?"
Sophie: "Are you planning to pop the question?"
Mike: "Well, if she knows it’s coming, the question won’t really ‘pop’ now will it?"
Susan: "He’s right, mom. Oh, I want it to be just like you do. You know on your own terms and you get down on one knee and the whole production."
Mike: "That’s the plan."
Susan: "Well. Then I can wait. I can wait. I’m a good waiter."
Mike: "Good."
Susan: "I was just wondering if, if there’s a ball park of how long I will have to wait. A week, a month, after lunch?"
Mike: "Again, you’re not waiting for the ‘pop.’"
Susan: "Right, right, I’m sorry."

Gabrielle: "Excuse me. Hello, David."
David: "What the hell is this? I thought I told you to dress maternal."
Gabrielle: "Yes, you did, and I considered it for about a second."
David: "What happened?"
Gabrielle: "David, I know you're the lawyer and all, but trust me, it's never a smart strategy to cover this up."
David: "We've got forty minutes before the pre-trial hearing. Let's go home and get you changed."
Gabrielle: "What?"
David: "You want to get your husband out of jail? You gotta dress like a pregnant, suffering wife, not the cover of Vogue."

Louis: "David."
David: "Louis. What are you doing here?"
Louis: "I need a favor, David."
David: "If this has to do with lifting my client's restraining order, the answer's the same one you got last week."
Louis: "You don't understand. I love Crystal."
David: "Yeah, we all love the pretty ladies at the Stop n' Shop, but now you gotta love her from fifty yards away."
Louis: "You turned her against me. If it wasn't for you, we'd be together."
David: "Louis, Crystal hired me to keep you away from her. She doesn't want to see you."
Louis: "Oh, yeah, then, then why did she ask for my phone number?"
David: "She's a cashier. You paid by check. It doesn't make you special."  

Susan: "No, don't come near me."
Paul: "I'm just giving you back your pie filling."
Susan: "I don't want my pie filling."
Paul: "Oh, come on. Just take it."
Susan: "No, stop! Put that pie filling down. Slowly. I'm calling nine-one-one."
Paul: "You don't want to do that."
Susan: "Oh, I think I do. You're a cold-blooded murderer."
Paul: "Susan, how can you believe that? We've been neighbors for years."  Police Officer: "Here you go. There's no warrant here for a Paul Young."
Gabrielle: "Why don't you ask Mike? He overheard everything, right?"
Police Officer: "Who's Mike?"
Susan: "Uh, he's my boyfriend, and, and he told me that Paul confessed everything to him. Oh, and Mike has Martha's journals, which clearly prove that Paul had a motive."
Police Officer: "All right, all right, where do I find this Mike guy?"
Susan: "Uh, he's, follow me."
Paul: "You mind if I stay here? I've got a lot of raking to do."
Police Officer: "Let's go." 

Lynette: "You see? You see how it, how it moves with me? That's where the magic is."
Tom: "Nine hundred dollars?"
Lynette: "Yeah, well, this one was the most expensive. The other ones aren't as nice. But look. Look, look, look, look at me, look at me. Watch. I don't walk in it. I glide."
Tom: "Um, honey, you know what? There's gotta be like three thousand dollars worth of clothes here."
Lynette: "Yeah, well, I haven't bought a new suit in six years."
Tom: "So? When I was working, you don't think I would have loved to have a designer suit? I wore wash-and-wear so that we could live in a nice neighborhood, so we could take the kids on vacation every summer. I mean, I made sacrifices."
Lynette: "I'm willing to make sacrifices."
Tom: "Great, well, let's start here, because" (holds up a suit) "this should cover a math tutor for Parker."
Lynette: "Whoa, hold on a sec."   

Susan: "We need to talk."
Mike: "Where did you come from?"
Susan: "I'm sorry. I've been waiting for you. I'm just a little upset because everybody thinks I'm crazy."
Mike: "Can I at least get out of the truck first?"
Susan: "Yes, definitely. I mean, I can understand why you wouldn't want the cops to know that you kidnapped Paul. I mean, that definitely looks bad."
Mike: "Since I was on probation."
Susan: "Well, right. I mean, there's that."
Mike: "And in possession of a gun."
Susan: "Well, okay..."
Mike: "Which I held to his head. So I violated my probation, committed a felony, and coerced a confession. If the cops found out about that, I'd be looking at ten to fifteen years."
Susan: "But why don't you want 'em to know about Martha Huber's journal? I mean, she says right in there that she was blackmailing Paul's wife."
Mike: "She also says right in there that she was blackmailing you for burning down Edie's house."
Susan: "Oh. I forgot about that. I just can't believe it. I mean, there he is, a murderer, just living right on our street, and there's nothing we can do about it because you're a convicted felon and I burned down that stupid house. It's unfair."
Mike: "I want Paul Young gone as badly as you do, and he will be, but I also want to find Zach. I think once Zach finds out Paul's here, I got a feeling he'll be back."
Susan: "Well, that's comforting to know there's a silver lining." 

Gabrielle: "David, where are you going?"
David: "I'm sorry. I quit."
Gabrielle: "You can't just quit in the middle of a hearing."
David: "I'd love to get your idiot husband out of jail, but I just can't do it. I'm sorry. "
Gabrielle: "Yeah. Why not?"
David: "Because I'm in love with you."
Gabrielle: "What?"
David: "The other day in the hospital, I started to feel something. I don't know. Maybe it was there all along. But when I look into your eyes, I know you feel it, too. We belong together."
Gabrielle: "Okay, yeah, David, if you don't get back in there right now, I will go get a gun and shoot you myself."
David: "I can't. I'm sorry." 

George: "So I hear they have a terrific Farmers' Market nearby. We should pick up some nectarines."
Bree: "George, I can't."
George: "What?"
Bree: "I can't stay in a hotel room with you."
George: "Why not?"
Bree: "Because I am starting to get that rash again."
George: "Well, I, I brought the antihistamines."
Bree: "Oh, please. it's not gonna help. George, clearly, this is psychosomatic. We need to go home."
George: "Bree, we just drove three hours to get here."
Bree: "I know, and you have every right to be mad, but, George, I am really starting to itch."
Desk Clerk: "Is there a problem?"
George: "Uh, no, there's no problem. Everything is fine. Okay, okay, okay, okay. Uh, uh, I'll get you your own room."
Bree: "George..."
George: "No, no, no. We can still have a nice weekend. We'll just shift the focus to...antiquing."
Bree: "Please. I mean, clearly, you didn't come here to shop."
George: "No, I came to spend time with you, time that does not need to be spent in a bed."
Bree: "Really? You mean that? You wouldn't mind?"
George: "No."
Bree: "You know what, George? We're gonna have a great time, because there's tons of fun stuff we can do that doesn't involve sex."
George: "You betcha. While I take care of this, why don't you go get those brochures?"
Bree: "Okay."
George: "Okay."
Bree: "George, you won't believe it. I just stopped itching."
George: "How about that?" 

Tom: "Nice suit."
Lynette: "Just hear me out. I was gonna take it back, I swear."
Tom: "But?"
Lynette: "But then I started thinking about it, and you know what? I'll be damned if I'm gonna pitch to a roomful of people who are all wearing Armani and Vera Wang, while I'm standing there with two-year-old breast milk crusted on my lapel."
Tom: "Lynette..."
Lynette: "And you know what else? I kicked ass in that meeting because of this suit."
Tom: "It is a suit. Why are you so obsessed with it?"
Lynette: "You can't explain obsession, Tom. It just is."
Tom: "No, we are parents. We can't afford the luxury of obsessions."
Lynette: "See? That's where I think we have been making a terrible, terrible mistake." 

George: "Hey there. How you feeling?"
Bree: "Oh, okay. Have you been sitting there all this time?"
George: "I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I stayed and watched you sleep."
Bree: "Did I do anything embarrassing? Sometimes I snore."
George: "No. No, you slept like an angel. In fact, you were so beautiful and peaceful, I actually started to feel guilty."
Bree: "Guilty?"
George: "Um, well, you know, 'cause I told you take those pills."
Bree: "That chair looks so uncomfortable. Why didn't you sleep next to me?"
George: "Well, you made it pretty clear that you don't want me in your bed."
Bree: "George. I know what you want from me, and I, I thought I wanted the same thing, but I keep getting those rashes because I still feel married."
George: "Makes sense, I guess."
Bree: "Can't you just be patient? Can't you wait just a little bit longer?"
George: "I've already waited my whole life for you, and I can wait a little more."
Bree: "Mmm."
George: "But let's be honest. There's no guarantee that you'll ever be ready. There's only so much rejection I can take. So, I'll do my best, but don't be surprised if one of these days you wake up and I'm not here. Well, I should get back to my room, try to get a little sleep. The antique stores open at ten." 

David: "Gabrielle? I got your call. Wow! Does this mean what I think it means?"
Gabrielle: "There are some ground rules first. I'm not leaving my husband. Carlos is looking at spending eight years in jail because of my lapse of judgment with the gardener. I can't let him rot in there. I'd be filled with guilt."
David: "You could get him out and then divorce him."
Gabrielle: "Not an option. I'm Catholic, hence the guilt."
David: "So, what are our options?"
Gabrielle: "This, us, stolen moments, seeing each other whenever we can. Carlos never needs to know."
David: "No."
Gabrielle: "I thought this was what you wanted."
David: "I want all of you. All or nothing."
Gabrielle: "Then it's nothing."
David: "So you won't get a divorce, but you'll have an affair?"
Gabrielle: "I said I was Catholic, not a fanatic. You know, David, you could tell me to stop. Just tell me to stop, and I will, or you can have me right now, on my terms."
David: "All right." 

Susan:  Hey!"
Mike: "I need to ask you something important."
Sophie: "Oh, my god! Ah! This is it! Oh! Let me get my camera."
Susan: "Oh, no, mom, stop! What is it?"
Mike: "Did you give Zach money to go to Utah?"
Susan: "What?"
Mike: "Yes or no?"
Susan: "He was talking so much about Julie. I tried to get him to come home with me, I mean, to, to you, but he just kept going on and on about her, and I got scared."
Mike: "Yes or no?"
Susan: "Yes. Mike." 

7. rész 

Gabrielle: "Fine, I’m pregnant. Whee! Now come on, we are supposed to be cheering up Susan. This is a time of crisis and I think you need another scoop of mint chocolate chip."
Susan: "Thanks."
Edie: "Susan. Why are you so eerily calm? Mike Delfino just dumped you. The Susan Mayer I know would be a blubbering mess right now. Oh, come on, trot her on out. She’s fun to watch."
Susan: "Actually, I think I’m starting to feel pretty Zen about the whole thing."
Bree: "Well, I think Mike will calm down in a couple of days and come to his senses."
Susan: "No, I came between the man and his son. There’s a huge betrayal. I, I can’t even blame him for hating me."
Gabrielle: "But Zach was starting to obsess with Julie again."
Bree: "Exactly. You’re a mother trying to protect her child. It’s a natural impulse."
Susan: "Over the past couple of days, I gave myself a long hard look in the mirror and I did not like what I saw."
Edie: "I’m with you. Carry on."
Susan: "I just think if I start acting like an adult for once, maybe, who knows, somewhere down the line, Mike and I at least can be friends."
Edie: "All right, you’re not Zen. You’re numb."
Susan: "I’m fine. You got any pie?"
Gabrielle: "Not unless we make some."
Susan: "I can wait."

Gabrielle: "It is glorious. I have to have it."
Vern: "I’m not sure you deserve Dolce and Gabbana."
Gabrielle: "Vern."
Vern: "You never call, you never write."
Gabrielle: "I know I haven’t been to the store lately but I’ve been a little busy getting my husband out of jail."
Vern: "That’s such a white-trash thing to say."
Gabrielle: "Luckily, the judge dropped the hate crime charge. So now all Carlos has to do is serve out the slave labor thing. He’ll be out in six months."
Vern: "If he’s still in the hoosgow, why do you need the fancy party dress."
Gabrielle: "Because some of my model friends are coming down from New York on Friday so I have to look better than ever. I can’t have them thinking I moved to the suburbs and I shop at strip malls."
Vern: "When they see this dress they will crumple to the floor like the Botox tags they are."
Gabrielle: "Good. You know what? It’s a little snug."
Vern: "Yeah, I see that. I have the same thing in a zero, why not go up a size?"
Gabrielle: "Because I wear a double zero, you twerp!"
Vern: "Why are you getting snippy?"
Gabrielle: "Because you just called me fat!"
Vern: "Honey, you’re pregnant. Your body’s changing."
Gabrielle: "But I’m only three months pregnant. Women don’t show at three months."
Vern: "Some women do. Do you want the larger size or not?"
Gabrielle: "I’m just not gonna eat for two days."
Vern: "Okay, you totally deserve to wear Dolce and Gabana." 

Francine Williams: "Hurry, Ceal, they’re here."
Ceal: "Coming. Hey Georgie."
George: "Bree, I’d like you to meet my mother."
Francine: "George never introduces me to anyone. So I knew you were special."
George: "And this is Ceal, my mother’s friend and the real estate agent who sold me the house."
Ceal: "Hi."
Bree: "Hi."
Francine: "Well, we’re gonna go in the back, so George can, you know."

Karl: "I’m sorry to come over on such short notice. But, I couldn’t face going to a hotel."
Susan: "Oh, that’s okay. Julie’s staying at a friend’s tonight. You can sleep in her room."
Karl: "The sofa’s fine, thanks."
Susan: "So am I allowed to ask what happened?"
Karl: "You could ask, but I won’t tell."
Susan: "Why not?"
Karl: "'Cause it’s embarrassing."
Susan: "Karl, did you cheat again?"
Karl: "No."
Susan: "Did she cheat?"
Karl: "No."
Susan: "You finally saw her without her makeup?"
Karl: "Susan."
Susan: "I’m sorry. Are you okay?"
Karl: "Yeah. Haven’t been working for quite a while. This was inevitable."
Susan: "Well, these days anybody going through a break-up gets my sympathy."
Karl: "That’s right. I heard you made the plumber angry."
Susan: "No, I made the plumber furious. That is definitely over. So there will be no gloating from me."
Karl: "Here’s to no gloating." 

Bree: "It was just awful. George had a ring. His mother and her friend were there with champagne. If I had said no, it would have devasted him."
Dr. Goldfine: "So you agreed to marry him just to be polite?"
Bree: "Well, obviously there’s a down side to having good manners."
Dr. Goldfine: "So, when will you tell him how you really feel?"
Bree: "That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I mean, part of me just keeps thinking maybe I should just do it."
Dr. Goldfine: "Do it? You mean actually marry him?"
Bree: "Well, I know it sounds rash, but, well, there’s something comfortable about George. We share the same tastes and interests. Oh, and best of all, he loves the opera."
Dr. Goldfine: "The opera?"
Bree: "Yes, we saw Aida last week and we both cried buckets. It was fun. George loves art, poetry, and music. It would be nice to be married to someone who looks for beauty in the world like I do. I don’t know. That’s why I’m here. I don’t know what to do, Dr. Goldfine."
Dr. Goldfine: "Bree, you’ve said many times how comfortable you are with George, but you don’t feel for him the way you felt for Rex."
Bree: "No. True love is great, but at this point in my life, I think I’d rather just go to the opera." 

Norma: "Thanks so much for taking care of the boys. I'll be back on Friday to pick your guys up. Leonard and I are gonna take them all to the water park."
Lynette: "Yeah, um, before that happens..."
Norma: "And we're gonna be able to take Penny soon, aren't we? She's getting so big. Peekaboo, peekaboo, peekaboo."
Lynette: "Yeah, okay, enough of that."
Norma: "Is there something wrong?"
Lynette: "Actually, yes. We've agonized whether to tell you this, Norma, but one of your private videos made its way into Jimmy and P.J.'s bag."
Norma: "Please tell me the kids didn't see it."
Tom: "Oh, no, don't worry. I caught it, I caught it right before you took off your bra."
Norma: "I have to go."
Lynette: "Oh, Norma. Norma, we just thought you needed to know what happened."
Tom: "Seriously, we're, we're cool with it so long as you keep it away from the kids."
Norma: "I told Leonard this was gonna happen!"

Susan: "Oh, now I feel really awful."
Karl: "Me too."
Susan: "We should not have done what we did."
Karl: "I know, I know. But I gotta tell you, last night was the best sex ever."
Susan: "Wasn't it, though? You were fantastic!"
Karl: "Hey, I was just trying to keep up with you."
Susan: "Why do you think we got so good all of a sudden?"
Karl: "Because we've been angry at each other for so long, and we finally found a way to channel it."
Susan: "Maybe."
Karl: "So what happens next?"
Susan: "Well, I'm gonna take a shower."
Karl: "No, I, I mean with us."
Susan: "Us? What do you mean? There's no us."
Karl: "You can't tell me you can just walk away from this chemistry we got going. I mean, what happened last night was...explosive."
Susan: "Karl, last night was two old friends helping each other through a rough patch. That's it."
Karl: "Susie Q..."
Susan: "Karl, I want to move on. I don't want to go backwards. I'm sorry, but thank you for the explosion. I really needed it."

Lynette: "Oh, no!"
Norma: "Thank you for being so open-minded."
Tom: "Please, we're all adults. It's..."
Leonard: "I gotta tell you, the most embrarrassing part of that video is how poorly it was shot. The production values are ca-ca."
Lynette: "Well, from a lay perspective, it looked very professional."
Leonard: "What you saw was an example of my earlier work. Since then, I've become much more adept at production."
Lynette: "Ah."
Leonard; "You know, editing and lighting."
Norma: "Leonard has always dreamed of directing movies."
Leonard: "Ironic, isn't it? I finally get my wish and no one ever gets to see my work."
Lynette: "That is a damn shame."
Leonard: "Norma, what do you think? Should we show them the room? Let's show 'em the room. Huh?" 

George: "Bree, Bree, where are you going?"
Bree: "I am taking my champagne and my aging eggs, and I'm going home."
George: "What's wrong?"
Bree: "George, I'm starting to think that we made a mistake rushing into this engagement."
George: "What?"
Bree: "And I'm not the only one who thinks that. Other people have said the same thing."
George: "What others? Andrew?"
Bree: "No. Dr. Goldfine, my therapist."
George: "Your therapist? He doesn't know me."
Bree: "Well, he knows me, and certainly better than you do."
George: "How can you say that?"
Bree: "Well, for starters, he knows the last thing I'd ever want to do is have more children."
George: "Really? Well, I didn't know."
Bree: "But you should know that. That's the kind of thing that people who are engaged are supposed to know about each other."
George: "Well, it doesn't matter. I don't need children."
Bree: "It's not just that, George. Dr. Goldfine has other concerns about us being together, and I'm starting to think he's right."
George: "Look, I'll agree with Dr. Goldfine on one thing. We should slow things down."
Bree: "Really?"
George: "Yes. Just because two people are engaged doesn't mean they have to get married anytime soon."
Bree: "I'll talk to Dr. Goldfine about it tomorrow."
George: "Take whatever time you need." 

Edie: "Did you hear the big news?"
Susan: "Uh, the big news?"
Edie: "Karl and I are back together."
Susan: "What?"
Edie: "And I know that he stayed at your place last night, which leads me to why I'm here. There's some stuff that I have to say, and it's not going to be pleasant."
Susan: "Edie, uh...".
Edie: "Whatever it was that you said to him really helped. He showed up with flowers and he apologized for everything. So, thank you."
Susan: "I'm sorry, what?"
Edie: "Well, I'm not gonna say it again. It hurt my teeth the first time."
Susan: "No, Edie. I mean, this is so unexpected on so many levels. I don't know what to say"
Edie: "Then say nothing. Oh, and, uh, here is the photo of you I found in our bed. I know he told you about it."
Susan: "Why are you giving it to me?"
Edie: "Look, I appreciate whatever it was that you did last night, but it's still important for you to understand that I won."
Susan: "You won?"
Edie: "Yeah. Whatever little hold you had on Karl is officially over. So you can stop feeling all smug and superior that he kept that thing."
Susan: "Believe me, I don't feel superior."
Edie: "Good, 'cause you shouldn't. He made his choice, and it's not you."
Susan: "You're right. He made his choice." 

Gabrielle: "Bree, it's still too easy to breathe. You've gotta make it tighter."
Bree: "Gaby, if I make it any tighter, you won't be able to sit down."
Gabrielle: "I don't care. I can't have these girls thinking I'm pregnant."
Bree: "Do you actually think they're gonna make fun of you?"
Gabrielle: "Trust me. They're merciless."
Bree: "But why? I mean, surely they have friends who have children."
Gabrielle: "When I decided to marry Carlos, I told these girls I would spend the rest of my days being rich and in love and childless, and they laughed at me, and they said I would just end up being another fat hausfrau living a life that I didn't plan. I'm not gonna give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right."
Bree: "Well, maybe they'll just be happy for you."
Gabrielle: "Bree, my friends are models. They're never happy for anyone."
Bree: "Do you ever think you might like it?"
Gabrielle: "What?"
Bree: "Motherhood."
Gabrielle: "No."
Bree: "Oh, come on. You don't think you're gonna love your own baby?"
Gabrielle: "Well, I'm not saying I'm not gonna grow attached to the little bugger. I just don't have the motherhood gene. I wish I did, but I don't. What?"
Bree: "Well, I'm just smiling because I think a few months from now you are gonna come to me and tell me how madly in love you are with your new little baby, and I'm gonna have to resist the urge to say 'I told you so.'"
Gabrielle: "Maybe, but I doubt it."
Bree: "There you go. All done."
Gabrielle: "Ah. How do I look?"
Bree: "Positively glowing."
Gabrielle: "Bree." Gabrielle: "Bree? It's Gaby!"
Bree: "Honey, it's open. Come on in."
Gabrielle: "Hi. My, uh, friends just left, and I was hoping you could come over and cut me out of this thing."
Bree: "How was your little reunion?"
Gabrielle: "It was, um, weird."
Bree: "Weird?"
Gabrielle: "Well, Allison's mad because she's losing jobs to fourteen-year-olds, Holly is on a strict diet of cruciferous vegetables, and Yasmin is undergoing a new embryonic facial treatment that probably causes short-term memory loss. You know, I just stood there the whole night trying to remember why we were ever friends. And I couldn't."
Bree: "You know, honey, people change."
Gabrielle: "Yeah, but that's the thing. They haven't changed. That's who they've always been. I've changed, and I honestly don't know how."
Bree: "Well, maybe Susan, Lynette, and I have had a good influence on you."
Gabrielle: "I doubt that."
Bree: "Come on. When I finish up here, I will come over with my sewing kit and cut you out of that."
Gabrielle: "All right, but hurry up, because I've been having to pee since hors d'oeuvres. Are you free to go shopping tomorrow? I figured it's probably time I bought some clothes that actually fit."
Bree: "Well, I know a store that carries maternity clothes with designer labels."
Gabrielle: "I like the sound of that. Thanks."