Tom: I don't speak another language, but I've had ad campaigns translated into 12 different ones, including professor crispy's potato chips.
Bruce: I love that campaign. You did that?
Tom: I did.
Lynette: Yes. Tom was very good at his job, right up until he got fired.
Tom: Well, actually, I was relieved to get fired. My boss was kind of a ballbuster. She's right here. Je regrette.
Bree: Would anyone care for something sweet?
Bruce: I know I would.
Lynette: Well, we've all had our troubles as bosses, haven't we, Tom? I was sort of sugarcoating it when I said his restaurant was very successful. The truth is, he mismanaged that pizza joint right into the ground.
Tom: Let me be very clear. I think Lynette is fantastic. She is a great manager. She's got terrific people skills and is very reliable...as long as the cancer doesn't flare up again.
Bruce: You know what? It's getting late. I should probably hit the road.
Lynette: But what about the job?
Bruce: Yeah...I just started looking. I'm sure it's gonna be a long process, but trust me, you've certainly made an impression.
Bree: I'll get your coat.
Orson: Oh, it's a shame you can't stay for dessert. I've made tarte tatin.
Bruce: Idea for novel...Woman who's married to a gay man and doesn't know it. Well, thanks again. I don't know what I've had such an interesting evening. I'll call you tomorrow. We'll talk about your friends.
Bree: Uh, Bruce, why don't I wrap up a piece of that tart to go?
