Cut to Tom and Lynette watching on as Leonard gives a rundown of all the specs for his camera, and also "dark sheets, so you don't get that kick off the pillows...took me a while to learn that little trick." Tom and Lynette don't say anything to this, but they both have "you don't say!" smiles pasted on their faces. Leonard: "These walls are completely soundproof. You could scream your lungs out in here and nobody would hear you!" Which, I think, is one of the scarier pieces of news you could ever receive from a new friend. Wow. Where in the hell is this scene headed? Norma -- who seems to be getting the fact that Leonard is oversharing -- agrees that it is, indeed true that no one can hear you screaming when you're in this room. Wow, poor Norma! Or wait, maybe she's into it? Hm. I can't...quite...tell. Proud Leonard tells the Scavos that any time they want to set up a shoot, all they have to do is let him know. Norma: "You guys would love it. Once you get in front of that camera, you feel like a...star." Oh okay. I guess Norma's into it. Tom puts his arm around Lynette, and she fires off an anemic version of her machine-gun giggle.
Cut to the Porndogs waving enthusiastically as Lynette and Tom take their leave. As the Scavos beat their retreat, Tom says to Lynette, under his breath, "I'm thinking no more play dates." Lynette: "Not a one."
Bree shows up at George's house, and though she thinks that they're going to a movie, George has different plans: "My mother had a couple of friends who really wanted to meet you, and I thought, what the heck, could be fun! Do you mind?" And while clearly Bree does mind, she agrees. George swings open the door, and there's a huge crowd of people standing there, clapping. There's also one empty folding chair in the middle of the room: a hot, hot seat for Bree to sit in, maybe? Bree looks mighty chagrined, but she waves gamely and joins the party like the trouper she is.