Back in her house, Lynette is not thinking about Creepy Paul and his Enormous Lie. Instead, she looks at her press clippings as Parabola, Posterboard, and Paste scream and yelp in the background. She is clearly wondering when she ought to start drugging them to the gills. Lynette takes the twins into the kitchen and gives them this whole spiel about how they're taking these new vitamins and they'll take them every day and blah blah blah. She then drops the pills all over the place, and when she's gotten them all picked up, the boys are hiding under the table giggling at her. They won't open their mouths. Instead of pinching their noses until they open their mouths like a normal person, Lynette takes this moment to decide that, instead of giving her kids Ritalin, she's going to become an alcoholic. Good plan, lady.
KimberBree walks into Andrew's room and asks him if he's ever going to speak to her again. No, he's not, he says. She sits on the bed and tells him that she owes him an apology. "Careful, wouldn't want you to strain yourself," he snarks. KimberBree admits that she shouldn't have lied about Rex. She knows her children can handle the truth, and she's sorry. Although, she says, she's not sorry about dragging his underage ass out of the strip club. "I consider it one of my finest moments," she smiles. She then tells him that she knows he blames her for the Rex Leaving thing, but that the failure of their marriage is not entirely her fault and he needs to get that. "I do. I just don't want him to leave," Andrew says sadly. KimberBree looks at him kindly, and takes his hand. "Neither do I," she says. "Mom?" he asks. "Yes?" KimberBree responds kindly. "When can I have my door back?" KimberBree smiles, picks up his laundry and sails out of the doorway. "Three months," she says. Nicely done scene by both actors.
Casa Solis. Gabrielle and Carlos are in the tub, watching the news. The lead story? A gay-rights activist was beaten in his home. The gay-rights activist? Cable Guy. The man in the police sketch? Carlos. Carlos and Gabrielle both look dumbfounded. "Do you have anything you want to ask me?" Carlos asks Gabrielle carefully, after a moment. "No," she chirps, just as carefully. I can't wait until Carlos goes to prison!
Susan's. She's working on her porch in a poncho, as one does. Mrs. Kravitz comes trudging up, gripping her purse. "You took it, didn't you?" she asks, and then launches into this whole thing about how she blames herself for not hiding the cup better. "If you're capable of arson, you're capable of breaking and entering," she says. Well, Susan has proven that hypothesis to be correct. But she plays dumb. She has no idea what Mrs. Kravitz is talking about! "But yeah, I did," she smiles. Mrs. Kravitz yelps that Susan could have trusted her. "Let's not be unpleasant," she adds, and asks if they can be friends again. Susan says she doesn't think that's a good idea: "From now on, when I run into you on the street, and I say, 'Good morning, [Mrs. Kravitz],' or, 'How are you, [Mrs. Kravitz],' just know that inside I am quietly but decidedly hating your guts," she announces. Mrs. Kravitz tightens her lips and tells Susan not to say things she's going to regret. "Good evening, [Mrs. Kravitz]," Susan sings. Oh, game on. I think Susan is going to need KimberBree's help, though, because she doesn't have the killer instinct she's really going to need to take out La Kravitz. Not to mention the car-bombing experience.