Dinner with Susan? Priceless. Dinner with Susan where she gets to hold it over your head the entire time that her illness is the reason you have the table? Even better.
"You sure you want to eat here? I think I just saw two cockroaches throwing up." Oh, Carlos, I miss you. It's only recently that you've become wonderful again. They go into the restaurant, and it's covered with photos of Gabi and crawling with poor people, and then before you know it they're dining on Gabrielle Garcia Marquez Nacho Platters and taking photographs with everybody and they all think Carlos is her chauffeur and she's offering to do radio spots and give a speech at her old school to help the girls understand that if you're pretty enough, your dreams might just come true.
Remember Beth? We haven't seen her since Paul was in the hospital and he figured out that she's Felicia's daughter and decided probably to torture her to death. I'm happy to see her; she's very happy to have Paul back. But he's acting super weird, even for Paul Young, and then he starts waving her gun around ("My son tried to kill me. Fool me once!") and asking why "his bride" brought a gun into the house in the first place, and because she has no idea what he's on about -- but does, truly, love him -- she gets twenty kinds of codependent and appeasing with him, to no avail.
And if you think about how they've set this up, it's actually very clever. All we know about Beth is that she was like this Rapunzel that Felicia kept trapped in the house and pimped out to her vendetta victims. She's only ever lived with her mom, and then Paul. And while I have no problem understanding why you would fall in love with Paul, the idea that he's literally the only other human being she's, like, met in her life grants this storyline a hell of a lot more weight than it otherwise should have. It wasn't like she made the choice to be a double agent, or any choices at any time: She did what her mom said, finally figured out her mom was fucking loony tunes, and then realized she'd lucked out by marrying a guy she could actually love. From a nightmare to a turnkey life as a not-so-desperate housewife: Boom, done. Happy ending. And now the shit hits the fan? Isn't that just so sad?
Keith would like to move to Florida so they can be closer to Charlie. As if to illustrate the fact that he is a lost child of a man-boy, these are his reasons, like his list of Pro reasons that Bree would be down for this: "We'll pick oranges, and swim with dolphins! And do all the other stuff you do in Florida!" Um, meth? And anyway, Bree's quite happy where she is, dumbass, and he already knew that, so then he passive-aggressives her all, "Unless... Oh, never mind. Well... No, I can't say it..." Which gets you a punch in the nose from me so don't ever do it, but Bree's just like, "Fuckin' what." The what is, what if he dumped Bree and moved to Florida because their relationship is ridiculous, but he would never say that, so goodnight. Shut up, Keith. Shut up, both of you.