You can see that Lynette is finally realizing what she's up against, but she keeps her smile fixed in place. She takes a big breath and then she "levels" with Fran, telling her that the real reason they need Mindy is to get their numbers up so that they can qualify for daycare. Fran: "Well, that's not my problem." Lynette shrugs and says okay, that she just thought she'd "give it a shot." Fran, with complete insincerity, tells Lynette that she wishes she could help, and she gets up to leave. But at the door, she turns and asks Lynette, "Why did you have kids if you weren't going to raise them?" Lynette's smile hangs around for a beat or two, and then her eyebrows go up and she says, "Excuse me?" Fran: "I just don't understand women who say they want to be mothers but then hand their kids over to glorified babysitters." Lynette laughs a humorless laugh and tells Fran that she works because her family needs her to. ["You'd think she'd add, 'Much as your husband does, which is why he never sees the kid he's totally not raising, by your definition.'" -- Wing Chun] Fran: "Oh dear, now I've upset you. And that wasn't my intention." Lynette shakes her head, smiling, and tells Fran, "I...bet. Make no mistake, I'm a good mother." Ha! Fran: "That's the difference between us. I couldn't settle for being a good mother. I want to be a great one." Lynette sort of flares her nostrils and smiles some more, and Fran says, "Bye bye" and leaves. I don't get it. Can't they just say Mindy has signed up for daycare, and then just never make use of it? Or does this "insurance daycare" come with its own police force that's going to come a-checking? And if so, not all kids are going to be there at any given moment, so can't they just claim Mindy's out sick, or out of town, or something?
Alberta, the neighborhood cat lady, is out walking on the sidewalk in front of Susan's house. She is wearing a pink sweatshirt emblazoned with a kitty face, and she has an orange tabby cat on a leash. (As many, many people on the boards have pointed out, this is not the same Mr. Whiskers Susan cat-sat before, a potential oversight that I've decided to write off by assuming that this crazy cat lady, like many crazy cat ladies, has more than just one cat.) Susan walks out of her house, wearing her PJs, a robe, and slippers. She, like everyone else on the show, is drinking coffee. Behind her, we can see that her white, white garage has been spraypainted with the word "WHORE" in two-foot-high scarlet letters. And the word has even been underlined. Susan leans over to pick up her paper and, when she stands up, she notices Alberta staring at her. She smiles and says "Hi!" and starts babbling something about how she'd like to get more copies of Alberta's neighborhood watch fliers. Alberta, clearly thrown by the WHORE, kind of waves uncomfortably and then wanders off, and Susan mutters something about "borrowing" a flier from somebody else, and then she turns to go back inside and she finally sees the big, fat WHORE. And CRASH! She drops her...paper (and yet still manages to hold on tight to her coffee).