Back at the bloodletting booth, Zana signs up to donate. The nurse exclaims over Zana's blood type: it's AB negative! Yup, the "rarest of all blood types," as Zana not so subtly forth-comes. Huh, I wonder if someone else will have the same blood type as Zana? Someone like...his bio-dad? His bio-dad MIKE??? (Throw another clunker on the ever-mounting pile of expositively awkward dialogue!) Nurse Predictable points out that, coincidentally enough, Zana is her second AB negative of the day. Zana is all, wow, really? Who's the other guy? The nurse points over to Mike, who's strolling up the street, absently touching the recently vented vein on his inner elbow. Ah ha, et cetera!
From Mike we cut to an extreme closeup of a snail crawling on a rose bush. Is this supposed to mean something? Like Mike, too, has a hard, crunchy shell? Or Mike leaves an undeniable trail in his wake? I don't get it. A huge purple-gloved hand appears and plucks the snail from its happy mooring. Bree drops the snail in a bucket full of sudsy water just as Betty strolls up. With almost medicated glee, Betty thanks Bree for her advice with the azaleas. (But wait, I thought Bree's advice was about hydrangeas?) Betty lowers her voice melodramatically: "Too bad I may not be around to enjoy them..." A meandering and semi-endless conversation ensues, wherein Betty explains that her mother has taken ill, that she and Matthew may or may not be going to pay said mother a visit in Chicago, and that they might or might not have to go live with her. Bree sympathetically asks if the illness is serious, and Betty awkwardly explains she doesn't really know yet, seeing as she hasn't spoken to her mother's doctor just yet (which makes Betty's confession of a looming move somewhat premature, no?). Bree, reaching out to squeeze Betty's hand: "If there's anything I can do, anything at all..." Betty responds, "Thank you, you've already done so much," which somehow reads more sarcastic than it sounds when Betty says it. Looking thoughtful, Bree watches as Betty slowly walks away.
Susan's house: Susan rips off her blood-donation band aid with an "ow!" (And really, the Foley people went a little crazy with the flesh-tearing sound effect here -- what did the nurses use to tack down that cotton ball, duct tape?) Julie walks in and tells Susan that Dr. Young called, and he needs to see her for a follow-up exam. Susan: "He 'needs to see me' or he 'wants to see me'?" Julie: "Jeez, Mom. How cute is this guy?" Susan: "Oh. He could be cuter...but I don't know how!" Mom and daughter giggle girlishly. Julie encourages Susan to ask him out, but Susan says he's too young. Susan: "Let's just say, if I was a senior in high school, I'd be saying, 'Wow, you're a hot fifth-grader.'" Julie scoffs. Susan role-plays how it would go down: she'll tell Dr. Young he's hot and he'll call her "ma'am" and change the topic to Susan's "hip replacement." Julie: "Mom. You're hot and funny and nice and...clearly desperate. And guys are into that. Play to your strengths." It's really true, guys love women who are desperate. LOVE THEM.