Gabby brings Carlos his suit at the courthouse so that he can change out of his prison oranges. Assuming that Mike and Carlos are operating in the same space-time continuum, and Mike has only been with Paul for one night, then apparently Carlos is getting arraigned the very day, maybe two days after he beat up Justin? Things do move fast in Fairview! Gabrielle tells Carlos that she's agreed to testify on his behalf, and Carlos is relieved.: "Thank god you're doing this. Beating up a second gay guy, it looks bad." Gabby: "Yes, well, Carlos, in some circles? Beating people up at all is frowned upon." Ah, the sweet relief of the too-long unsaid finally spoken! Carlos wonders what made Gabby change her mind, and she explains that she wants some time for herself after the baby is born, and that is where Carlos comes in: "When the baby cries in the middle of the night, you're going to get up, without saying one word. Doctor's appointments? You're driving -- I'm not putting a car seat in my Maserati. And you will also be on bottle duty: that means washing, sterilizing, and refilling." Gabby helps Carlos on with his tie. "That way I'll have some semblance of a life, and I won't hate you so much," Gabby punctuates "hate" by tightening Carlos's tie abruptly up to his neck, causing his eyes to bulge. But, Carlos wonders, weren't they planning on breastfeeding the baby? "Oh, honey, if you can swing that one," Gabby says, "more power to you."
Lynette is at the mall with baby girl P and one of the boy Ps. (I'm not sure where the other two Ps are...running down my leg, maybe?) Boy P is begging for some pizza when Lynette notices Tom playing air hockey with a bunch of kids. Lynette tells little boy P to stay with Penny. Leaving a notoriously ill-behaved five-, maybe six-year-old boy along with an infant in a stroller in the middle of a crowded, crowded mall? A capital idea, Lynette! Tom is yelling "in your face" to a little boy, whom apparently he's just beaten 25 to zero. Way to play nice with the kids, Tom. Lynette wonders what he's doing there, and Tom thinks it's pretty obvious: he's playing air hockey. "Well, it's the middle of the day, and shouldn't you be at work?" Lynette points out. Tom tells her that actually he quit yesterday -- "told Peterson to shove it" -- and then he yells at his opponent, a kid named "Kevin," for not adequately bringing it to their game of air hockey. ["Did he just not come home last night, for him not to have confronted her about this before, and she didn't notice? I don't get the timeline here either." -- Wing Chun] "Could you talk to me for a second," Lynette snip-snaps. "I don't understand!" Tom: "What? You asked Peterson's wife to make sure he wouldn't promote me. So he gives a huge promotion to Annabel. So I quit." Lynette, looking uncomfortable now, asks Tom if they can perhaps discuss this at home. Please? Tom simply says, "No, we can't," and then he turns back to, I think, child-Kevin and yells, "Serve it up, Meat!" ("Meat"? Make note to ask sporting friends if "Meat" is something people in such circles call each other.) Lynette wonders if he's going to stay there and play air hockey all day, and he says no, he's also going to go get ice cream, rent a boat, and generally do whatever the hell he wants. Lynette tries once more to reason with him. Tom, with barely contained rage: "Go home, Lynette, go home. Go home before I say something that I regret. Go home." As Lynette inches away, Tom tells Meat that if he scores this next point, Tom will give him his bike back. See, Lynette? Don't worry. Tom already has a new job, as a mall arcade hustler.