I think McCluskey is getting sort of China Pearl Hand Cream, if you know what I mean. At one point -- during the awkwardness of Bree trying to be a hostess and Richard trying to be a person and Keith trying to be invisible and Mary once again getting drunker and drunker and ruder and ruder -- she asks if the secret of the cranberry sauce was cinnamon: "If it isn't, can we talk about cinnamon?" and Roy's all, "I knew a stripper in Baltimore named Cinnamon! Nice broad." I mean, the point is that the conversation is getting more and more awkward, and they want to change the subject, but that usually requires you to change the subject to something that's actually a conversation you can have.

Anyway, Mary's drunken rage -- which is accompanied by a mysterious Brooklyn accent she's never had before; formerly directed at Bree's Fallopian shame -- is now pointed squarely at her husband, who is back from service in the Middle East and I guess preferred it there. So apparently it's okay now to compare that experience to your marriage, I guess we've turned that corner. "Take my wife, please! I'll stick with Fallujah." Randomly, Mary starts quizzing Richard about her likes and dislikes ("No, the stripper's name was Ginger, Cinnamon was her sister. Killed by a cab.") but the only activity he can think of that she enjoys is bitching. So that's fun.

While Keith, 37-year-old grown-ass man that he is, whimpers near-silently, they go at each other. It's not really Virginia Woolf territory, since this show's too smart to even try and reach that high, but it seems to take itself very seriously. Mary makes fun of our nation's losses in Iraq for awhile ("Caught some shrapnel in Korea, came this close to being a lady!") and suddenly she is asking for a divorce and thanking Bree for the idea, and then everybody runs around like chickens and McCluskey's like, "Pssh, and you didn't wanna come."

Paul is nervous about his stuffing, but Beth assures him it's "yummy" and "not too dry" and all those other things these people talk about on a seemingly constant basis. Turns out Beth and her Unnamed Mother didn't celebrate Thanksgiving, due to her Daddy leaving when she was young and Momma deciding there was nothing left to be thankful for. One time she invited a little boy named Danny Sullivan over for Thanksgiving, but decided to spring this on her mother at the last second.