Aw, yeah: It's my all-time favorite "Zimmer Gender Solutions Knee" spot! Have you heard? It's "The knee women are talking about™." Yes. It is true. Brunch spots and sanitary-napkin aisles everywhere are, indeed, abuzz with feminine chit-chattery about this very knee! Every time I see this spot, I struggle to imagine the magical brainstorming session that gave (breach) birth to such an amazing tagline. And then insisted it be trademarked. "We can't have Quizno's stealing this most excellent line! Best trademark the thing." This really is such a wonderful world.

When we return, Carlos is making himself useful by mowing Mike's lawn (not a euphemism...sadly). Tom skips over to ask Carlos if it's true that he's got some sort of connection in the limo-renting world. Because? You guessed it: Tom is going to completely ignore Lynette's request for R&R (which he's misinterpreted as a passive-aggressive nudge to get him to up the ante...and really, who can blame him: he has been well trained by Lynette's long-standing policy of passive aggression). Instead, Tom's going to implement this involved Chutes & Ladders plan to have a limo driver surprise Lynette with a bouquet of flowers and a note telling her to get dressed up and get into the limo, which will take her to some remote country intersection where Tom will be waiting with a horse and carriage to take her to a country villa, where he will waste even more of their waning family funds on a catered meal and a violinist. Carlos, with a surprisingly notable lack of sarcasm: "You're one romantic son of a bitch." Maybe it's just me, but the very idea of a live violinist hovering around my table, like a child waiting for you to watch it jump off high dive again and again as you indulgently smile on, just makes me tired and tense. Then again, I have the same ideas about lap dancers, whom many people seem to enjoy just fine, so perhaps I just don't know what love is.

Gabby shows up at Old Vic's office to get his signature on her check. He greets her warmly, referring to her as "Mrs. Solis," which is interesting -- I guess Gabby hasn't gone back to her maiden name just quite yet? Or at least her checking account hasn't. Vic is faux-mortified over his failure to sign his check, and he proposes to take Gabby out to a fancy dinner as reparation. And The Heat Is On music swells! I don't know, he just seemed so much more likeable on Sex & the City, while here he just seems full of himself and even slightly Montgomery Burns-ian. Once again, a scenario that worked so well on S&TC falls leaden on Desperate Housewives; somehow, these repotted plots just don't seem to thrive as well in the soils of Wisteria Lane. Vic: "Great! I'll take you to Cucina...there's no place harder to get into!" Gabby: "That's what you think!" And I thought I was the only one who referred to the female vagina as "Cucina"! Speaking of vaginas, hold on to yours as we cut to...