MAVO: "Now and then, we all need a little help. So we ask for small favors." Susan and Karl are exchanging their vows down at the courthouse. Susan thanks him. MAVO: "But it's always best to be wary of those who are eager to come to our rescue." The judge sort of creepily tells Karl, "Go on, kiss the bride." Susan smiles and Karl laughs, and they kiss. MAVO: "Because even the smallest of favors carries a price tag." Mrs. McCluskey tells Tom (again) that she'd totally willing to babysit, and then she turns and looks at her roof and muses, "My, have you noticed how clogged my rain gutters are?" Hint, hint! MAVO: "Yes, everyone has an agenda, no matter what they may tell us." The bellhop is clearing out Hot Mom's bags while she's on the phone talking to a sick auntie, whom she's rushing off to go stay with while she recovers from an operation. "And I'm prepared," Hot Mom tells Auntie somewhat sinisterly, "to stay as long as it takes." MAVO: "And in those rare instances when there is no ulterior motive, we're so taken aback that we may fail to recognize the truth." Bree opens her front door to find a row of twelve -- count 'em, twelve -- dead soldiers lined up on her stoop. Lynette's left a rolled-up note in one that reads, "Do you still think you don't have a problem?" Bree stands there, looking like she's just been slapped, and then looks across the street at Lynette, who's out in front of her house, picking up toys. They stare at each other a long, long while, and then Lynette gives the slightest hint of a smile (a smirk, maybe), and turns away. MAVO: "That a loving friend has just done us an enormous favor." Bree crumples up the note and swallows nervously.

Next up: Susan tries to leave her hospital bed while still attached to her IV!