Porter looks thoughtful, but Preston interrupts him to point out that poetry girl hasn't put up a photo yet, so she probably looks like she came out of an egg. Or, maybe somewhat like your mother. Which is even worse.
Mrs. McCluskey's cat is missing. Dave asks what's up, and she explains he's missing. He monotones, "Oh no. How did he get out?" She says a living room window was open, which is bizarre because she doesn't remember opening it. She asks if he'll help find Toby. He wonders if she's given any more thought about apologizing to Edie. She says she's been busy. He said he's about to help her and he hopes she'll help him with Edie. She guesses that's fair. Except that he let your cat out, so I'm thinking it's not fair.
Bree's all fancy with wavy hair for her radio interview. I don't get that. It's radio, which means you could show up looking like... well, Howard Stern, and no one would care? So, why pretty yourself up beyond how you do on a day-to-day basis? Bree asks the cookbook writer/DJ how she looks, and the Gourmet Americana host points out what I just did: We're on the radio. Bree says she's nervous because this is her first national interview, and she's a huge fan of the radio host's own cookbooks. The radio host says she'll be at Michelle's party and can't wait to see what Bree serves. Bree says she's now terrified.
They're back on the air. Orson's listening at home, eating Chinese from a box, while his wife is praised for and talks about her old-fashioned home cooking and sense of the traditional family meal. Our radio host asks if there's a "Mr. Van de Kamp." Bree says that he's passed, but she'd like to make one thing clear: His passing had nothing to do with her cooking. Both ladies laugh, and Orson breaks his chop sticks in his fingers.