Lynette is pissed that Gay Matt didn't consult her about his new job. "You told me to step up!" Gay Matt protests. Lynette is mad that he didn't step up on her terms, though, and while I do think it's dicey that he didn't tell her it was a heavy traveling gig -- whether he meant to omit it or not -- I also think she kind of needs to be happy for him. Because in the long run, if she's not working, then I would imagine his success would be pretty vital to, oh, I don't know, the college funds of her triple terrors Psychology, Physics, and Poly-Sci, not to mention wee little Philosophy. Think big, Lynette. If you want to work again and help save for all that, you should talk about it NOW, please. Gay Matt washes his hands of her by saying he's going to go wash the rest of himself in the shower. "Wait!" Lynette calls out. "I know what this means to you..." she begins, but before the inevitable "but" comes, Gay Matt interrupts, "I'm forty-one years old. If I don't make VP now, it's never gonna happen. This is my career. It's important to me." Lynette points out that her career didn't exactly mean peanuts, but that she made compromises -- specifically, four babies. Gay Matt just looks at her. "I'm going to take the job," he says with a trace of resentment and condescension in his voice, as if he both can't believe she'd compare them and can't fathom why she isn't doing jumping jacks on the linoleum.