Gloria arrives at the Hodges' bearing barbiturate-laced soup, and has no trouble at all talking Danielle into serving the soup up to her mom ("You wanna score some points [with Bree]? Don't say I brought it? Tell her you made it yourself!" Gloria says maniacally). Remember the days when the writers on this show at least made an effort to explain how people got hold of their prescriptions for sedatives? But now it's just "Hey Orson, drink this bourbon laced with downers and Viagra," and "Tom, pop this an Ambien," and "Bree, can I interest you in our Secobarbital Soup special?" Gloria just as handily talks Danielle into leaving Gloria in charge of Bree as the slutty young thing races off to embrace her irresponsibilities down at the Scavoria. As Danielle's getting into her car, Alma -- who's managed to break free of her attic prison and is now perched precariously on her roof -- calls out to Danielle. But Danielle's so busy checking herself out in her compact mirror (you mean she knows her hair looks like that?) that she completely misses Alma's slipping off the roof and plummeting to her death. Since when did Fairview become Fairview Falls? You know, if I lived there, I think I'd look into buying a nice, safe one-story ranch house, thanks.

Down at the Penis Parade, Tom thrills to Lynette that there's a "line out the door," but she receives the good news with a decided frostiness, vis-à-vis Chairgate. Equally chilly: Susan's reaction to Mike when they bump into each other, vis-à-vis her overhearing him confess to being involved in Orson's fall. To her credit, Susan comes right out with it and tells him what she heard, but he's unwilling to chat about it right then and there because the matter is "complicated." Susan, coolly: "It always is with you." It's a good line, but coming from the most complicated woman on the planet, it comes off as self-delusionally smug rather than mature.

Across the room, Gabby confronts Zana about lying to her about their sexing, and eventually he confesses, claiming that he just wanted her to see him as a "man, not a boy." Gabby: "A real man is honest. All you've tried to do is bribe and trick me into falling in love with you. A little advice next time? Don't play games." Next time? What next time? Oh Gabby, you really left the door open on that one.