When we come back, Gabby and Zana are out behind the restaurant, yelling, yelling, yelling. Gabby tells Zana that their friendship isn't going to work out because she's never, ever going to love him. Zana: "Twenty years from now, when you're all middle-aged and alone, you're going to regret this." Nice. The Authentic Italian Sausage Dick storms off, and Carlos comes out and hands Gabby a beer. They share a nice little moment: Carlos tells Gabby that he sympathizes with Zana, given how hard it is to be nothing more than just Gabby's friend. Oh, these two are so getting back together. Is this the last we've seen of Zana? Not by a long shot. Gabby had better watch her back. And her front. Isn't it almost Zana's turn for a ride on Danielle?
Inside the restaurant, Andrew notices flaky, slutty Danielle sitting with her friends. Hey, here's an idea. How about a scene between Julie, Danielle, and Austin, seeing as they're all at the restaurant tonight and we've still yet to see a scene about how angry Julie is at Danielle for sleeping with her boyfriend? And while we're at it, maybe Justin could show up and confront Andrew about how their relationship completely evaporated with nary a peep out of anyone. And hey, how about Kayla? Shouldn't she be at the opening, raising hell? No?
Casa Van de Marcia Cross Shot This Whole Episode While Under Doctor-Prescribed Bed Rest And Thus Must Lie Prone In Every Single Scene. Bree is lying in bed and, thanks to the drugged soup, is barely conscious, but she seems aware enough of Gloria's murderous gloating to be clearly afraid. Gloria, it should be noted, has become so over-the-top evil, it's like she's in her very own Bond movie. Also her body is pure Nightmare Before Christmas, all claymation-y and hyper-extendy and weird and, oh, it's just very hard to even look at her. Gloria traipses off to set the stage for Bree's "suicide": wearing the yellow rubber gloves of murder, Gloria fills up the bathtub and surrounds the rim of the tub with candles and photos of Bree with Orson and her kids. Then Gloria returns to Bree and apologizes for having to kill her: "Monique -- that was easy, she was a slut. But you're a good woman. You didn't know Orson already had a wife." Ah, so it all boils down to Gloria and her nuttiness surrounding her own husband's philandering. Gloria shrugs and then lifts Bree up by her feet, dragging her off toward the bathtub. A very, very impressive (by which I mean utterly unbelievable) display of strength for a gimpy old lady.