Bree's grilling Orson's therapist to at least tell her why he steals. Orson spares the therapist, saying he does it to hurt her. She doesn't know why he'd want to do that, so he explains that "Each day, for the past year, you have, inch by inch, slice by slice, brought me closer to being a eunuch." Poor Orson. Now I don't hate him for the stealing, because she really, really has. Bree kicks the therapist out, despite him saying he wants to help, and then tells Orson she doesn't deserve this, since she's been supportive and gave him a job. He says he wanted to be her partner. She can't believe he'd punish her like this, since she's his wife. But he says he's not her husband, since she's married to and nurturing her business. He tried to be supportive, but being Mr. Bree Van de Kamp is killing him. He says that every day he gets smaller and smaller and, if something doesn't change, Orson Hodge is going to disappear.

Carlos tells Gaby the girls are down, so he's going back to work. She doesn't want him to and thinks Lucy can cover the meeting, but he reminds her how much she likes those two extra zeroes at the end of his paycheck. She suggests a quickie, but he doesn't have time. She jumps on the table, saying it will be like old times, but he says that must have been with someone else, since they've never done it on a table. Uh-oh. He tells her she's failed at turning him on and puts on his jacket to leave. She says they haven't had sex since Bradley died and he took over. He promises her they can defile furniture this weekend.