Snora is stationed at the front window at the Scavos', eavesdropping on Mrs. McCluskey, Gabby, Susan, and Lynette, who are gathered around a table out front, sipping iced tea and rehashing Tom's fiasco of a pizza plan. Mrs. McC: "Might as well stand in a vat of tomato sauce and tear up hundred-dollar bills." Gabby says that Lynette made a promise to Tom, and now she has to "see it through." Lynette: "Yeah. How's that divorce going?" Gabby, meekly: "I'm done talking." I don't know, Gabby, what was it that lawyer on Hill Street Blues used to call her husband? Pizza Man? Because "he delivers"? That sounds like something you could get behind, Gabs. And underneath. And on top of. Mrs. McC offers that "men are genetically incapable of realizing [that] their dreams are stupid." Then she launches into this odd and funny story about how she tried to stomp on her husband's dreams to be a painter in Paris, and he "despised" her for the rest of his life. Lynette finds the story upsetting, but then Mrs. McC adds that she was also sleeping with her husband's brother, and maybe that played a supporting role in the hatred. The ladies exchange meaningful "Old Ladies Have Sex?" glances. Snora comes outside, pulls Lynette off to the side, and tells her that she heard what they were saying about the pizza plan, and that Lynette absolutely has to put her foot down. Lynette reiterates that part about how Tom will hate her for it. "Well, you better do sumpin," says Snora, "because if you don't, you and me will wind up working a pole to pay for braces." Well, if it did come to that, Lynette would probably pull in quite a pretty penny, from what I remember of the famous bar-top "Boogie Shoes" dance.
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