Lynette: I thought it would be a nice addition to your collection. Uh-huh.
Lucy: I knew it was you.
Lynette: Pardon?
Lucy: You're the one who complained about me to Carlos.
Lynette: I'm... not sure what you're talking about.
Lucy: Oh, jeez. What, you knife me in the back, and now you're gonna play stupid? Carlos said some people are having problems with me and that I should watch my demeanor. And I thought to myself, who are "some people"? And then it hit me... it's the chummy neighbor.
Lynette: Okay, yes, Carlos and I spoke briefly, but I thought heblew me off.
Lucy: So that's your defense? You thought your backstabbing was unsuccessful?
Lynette: Well, I'll admit it's kind of flimsy, but until I got something better...
Lucy: Okay, next time you have an issue with me, you know where my office is. Oh, and, uh, as far as Friday nights are concerned…consider that a permanent work night. Don't worry. If you're as bad at coaching as you are at office politics, your daughter won't be missing much.
Orson: Found the contract. Everything is in order.
Dinsmore: All we need now is your signature.
Bree: Mr. Dinsmore, would you mind if I speak to my husband for a moment?
Dinsmore: Oh, yeah, please, go ahead. I'll... I'll be right outside.
Orson: What's wrong?
Bree: This is happening so fast.
Orson: Yes, a bit. But it was your idea.
Bree: Well, I have a new idea. I'd like to wait.
Orson: Wait? But I need this for my recovery.
Bree: Just give me one year. That's not asking too much, is it?
Orson: You made me a promise. You need to stick to it.
Bree: Orson, think about how I built this company from nothing, How it brings me joy and pride and a sense of accomplishment. Is that really something you want me to give up?
Orson: Yes. Mr. Dinsmore, would you come back in, please?
