...Bree, standing with a tray of juice and fruit and croissants, knocks on Andrew's bedroom door: "Wake up, sleepyhead! I brought fresh croissants for breakfast!" And then, after waiting maybe three seconds for a response, she just...opens the door! Surprise! It's an apparently naked Andrew lying in a tangle of blankets with an apparently naked Justin. Justin's eye flashes open and Bree takes a huge, scream-prep breath (but somehow manages not to drop her tray), and Justin sits up abruptly and, after adjusting the blankets to make sure that his nethers are covered, introduces himself as Andrew's "lab partner." Then Justin punches Andrew, who's somehow still asleep. Bree hisses that she wants to see Andrew downstairs. Justin looks horrified, but Andrew smiles a very self-thrilled little smile.

Downstairs, Bree orders Andrew to kick Justin out, but Andrew just makes a smarmy little quip about how they haven't even had breakfast yet. Bree, who is pretty frantic, threatens to "call the police and have [Justin] removed." Just the opening Andrew was waiting for! How will the police react, he wonders (his face a mask of fake concern), when they discover that Bree killed George? Startled, Bree denies killing George. Andrew: "No, but you sat there and let him die, which...I'm no lawyer, but I'm pretty sure there's a crime in there somewhere." Andrew assures her that, while he's glad she let George die, when the cops arrive, his "official position" will be (and here he raises his voice in mock panic) "'Oh my god, I'm being raised by a homicidal maniac!'" He even threatens to "throw in a few tears." Bree, near tears herself: "You would actually let the police arrest your own mother?" Andrew: "Hey, we all gotta cut the apron strings at some point." I'm guessing Bree's wishing she spanked Andrew more as a kid, or at the very least let him take the fall way back when he ran down Mama Solis.

Tom gets out of a car, carrying baby Penny, who finally has some hair (up until now she's been eerily infant-like despite being almost two), and awkwardly tries to grab a bunch of groceries with his other hand but manages to drop a bag to the sidewalk. Gabby, who's jogging by (and looking very Barbie-licious in her pink track suit and pigtails), stops to help, and Tom hands Penny off to her. Gabby follows Tom inside as he juggles four packed bags along with a random plastic bag full of apples. Gabby: "Um Tom? I think she got sick." And, indeed, the front of her sweatshirt is covered in milky vomit. Tom laughs and turns it into a compliment: "Usually she only throws up on immediate family." Gabby: "I'm honored." The phone rings: it's Lynette, her boss loved her pitch, and she got off early! Also: she's by the grocery store, does Tom need anything? Tom is in the middle of telling her that he forgot to get bread when Gabby calls out that she needs a towel. A look of puzzled "what the...?" concentration crosses Lynette's face.