Lynette arrives at dinner, where Carlos greets her and asks what the "fantastic" dress cost. She says her dignity, and he says it was worth every penny. Nice, Carlos. He asks her to check her jacket. She tries to keep it, but he tells her to lose it, just for one night. She does, and as she walks toward her table, she realizes all the men in the place are checking her out.

Danny's party. He's mingling with Porter when he notices his dad across the room talking to some young girls. He walks over, and Nick tries to act like they're best buds, all, "And there he is now. Hey, I was just telling these..." But Danny just asks if he can talk to his dad for a sec. They go in another room, and Danny reprimands him for hanging out with a couple 20-year-old girls when there are a lot of other people here. Nick says he's just saying hello, and Danny asks him not to. Nick says he's been getting a vibe from Danny that he doesn't think he deserves. Danny says he does deserve it, because Danny knows. Nick: "You know what, son?" Danny just glares, and then Nick gets serious, suddenly realizing what it is Danny knows. Angie walks in and asks Nick if he has to crash every party in the world. She takes him out of the party, so Danny can have fun.

Scavos. Lynette comes in and tells Tom, "Hooker's home." He laughs and asks how it went. She says it was bizarre how from the moment she walked in, she got smiles, winks, men pulling out her chair and filling her water glass. She says the clients were putty in her hand and signed the deal on the spot. He congratulates her, and she wonders why men are so obsessed with boobs. He doesn't know what to say, but some guys are just breast men. Lynette: "Some guys?" He says he appreciates all aspects of the female... but she cuts him off since he's staring at her boobs. She tells him to just admit it, so he says, "Okay, my name is Tom Scavo, and I like big breasts." Lynette replies, "But you married me." He's like, "I stepped right into that one, didn't I?" She asks if he ever feels like he compromised, and he says he does. She gives him a chance to start over, and he says no, no, he needs her to not be perfect, because he's not perfect. He says he's not rich, he's not brilliant, not movie star handsome. So if she didn't have this one flaw, he'd spend every moment of every day wondering what she's doing with him. She says he might not be brilliant, but he can tiptoe through a minefield better than anyone she knows. They kiss.