Down at the Scavoria, Lynette, looking harried, is on the phone with Andrew, begging him to take a break from his vigil over Bree and come down and help with the opening later that night. Andrew agrees, and Lynette races off to sign for the chair delivery. Hold on, did someone order fifty highchairs? Yeah. And that someone would be Lynette. Turns out she got some numbers transposed in her original order. Lynette snaps at the delivery guy for not being more suspicious of an order for fifty highchairs, and he semi-hilariously tells her that he just thought they were opening a baby-themed restaurant, "with the games and the animatronic rats." Actually, that idea's not half bad. After all, movie theaters host baby nights; why not a restaurant dedicated to screaming, food-throwing infants? That, or the Scavos could go after the adult baby fetish market. ["Either way, it would be nice to know there was one eatery in town you should definitely avoid, right?" -- Wing Chun]

So now Lynette's frantically calling all these chair rental places, only they're all booked because it's "Bar Mitzvah season," whatever that means. Aren't Bar Mitzvahs based on birthdays? In which case, they should be pretty evenly distributed throughout the year, right? The chair place has a measly five chairs available, and Lynette pounces on them.

Carlos knocks on Gabby's door and she answers, still looking well hung-over. He's there to find out why, exactly, he spotted Zana leaving Gabby's earlier that morning. Gabby tries to pretend that Zana just stopped by to drop off a belated birthday card. But then Carlos goes in for the zing: "Why was [Zana] in your driveway at 7 this morning, in his underwear?" Gabby crumples to the floor and confesses that she and Zana had sex: "At least that's what he told me." As she's tearfully explaining about her drunken sex, Lynette comes tumbling out of the house, carrying a chair, and the incongruity of the moment is a nice touch. Gabby grabs Carlos by the collar and begs him to help her with Zana, who now thinks he's her beau. So much for Gabby's independent streak. Carlos, turning to leave: "God, I can't believe you bagged another neighborhood kid." Gabby, in a high-pitched screech: "Where are you going?" Carlos: "To go warn the Scavo boys." Pow!