Home. Elizabeth's baking. Don't think I didn't spot that Betty Crocker cookbook on the shelf, either. She pulls out a big-ass knife to cut the brownies she just pulled out of the over (you gotta let 'em COOL! Didn't Betty teach you anything??) and then clearly imagines a much better use for that knife. To the garage! Meanwhile, Philip returns home with the kids, both of whom are lecturing him about how nobody wears cowboy boots anymore. Elizabeth is back in the kitchen, hovering over the pan of brownies. She tells Philip they're going over to meet the new neighbors later, but he hugs her from behind so he can get a look at the knife. He knows her too well! She kind of smiles at how well, but when he starts kissing her neck, she tells him to stop. Softly, then more forcefully, until she has to round on him, knife in hand. If his hand wasn't quick enough to block her, was she really going to slice his throat at home in front of the kids? I'm dubious that that was more than just promo-fodder. A lot of this show is like that. Anyway, Philip is all, "You're my wife," and she just stares back at him and asks, "Is that right." Stares. Stares. Once again, Philip is stared down.