Cut to Parker, cradling a new baby...PUPPY! Just what the Scavos need: another chaotic element that requires looking after by someone other than the parents, who both work.

Susan answers the door. It's a hangdog Karl. He just stopped by to let her know that he finally broke things off with Edie, and he totally didn't do it for Susan (Susan's face saddens just a shade over this news, even though it's exactly what she told him she wanted); he did it for his new, not-at-all-cowardly self. Karl solemnly admits that he had no business even considering marrying Edie when he knows "what real passion and real love feels like." Hoo boy, Susan's in trouble. He turns to leave, and Susan is almost home free, but then she weakens, and invites him in for a "bottle of wine," which is tantamount to her saying "take off your pants," considering the fact that a split bottle of wine is the exact same way their last round of sexing got started. Rest in peace, Susan's fledgling maturity. Rest in peace.

Bree brings down the last of Andrew's things, and hands the box to her father to tape up. Since the box is wide open, Bogamil gets an eyeful of what's inside, and he picks up the top item: it's a video called Rods, and it's got a photo of a shirtless and very tan, muscular man on the front. The movie's tagline is "One hustler you'll WANT to catch." (By the way, I did a search for the movie, and while I couldn't find an exact match, I did find a DVD by the same name that apparently is about UFOs. So those of you who assumed the movie was pornographic should get your mind out of my dreams, and into my car.) Bogamil furrows in displeasure and confusion, and Bree snatches the movie from his hand, apologizing that it's "one of Andrew's adult videos," and that although she doesn't approve, "boys will be boys!" Especially very tan and muscular boys. Bogamil reaches into the box again, and picks up a magazine. Eleanor scolds him to "stop looking at that filth." Bogamil, thumbing through the magazine, totally consternated: "I don't get it; where are the woman? This is all just a bunch of...naked men." Eleanor comes over to take a closer look, then she covers her mouth, in aghastment. Bogamil stutters that he doesn't even know what he's looking at, and Eleanor prissily names it: it's "pornography for homosexuals." On cue, Bree returns to the room, and with her patented unflappable Bree cheer, she says, "I wish you hadn't gone through that [box]. Now we have to have an unpleasant conversation!" Bogamil, in the small voice of orphan Oliver asking for a second helping: "Bree, is Andrew...gaaaay?" Bree: "Dad, Andrew hates labels. I'm sure it's just a phase." Eleanor: "Excuse me, he has a magazine titled Leather Daddies in Love. That does not sound like a phase to me." (Note: I searched for that publication, too, and all links just point back to Desperate Housewives, so it appears that the title's still available, if you act now!) Bree points out that, phase or no phase, it really isn't Bree's problem anymore, since Andrew is moving in with her parents. Panicked, Eleanor calls Bogamil into the other room for a "serious talk," and Bree smiles hugely to herself.