Lynette: Yeah. He's up early today. He just doesn't know what he's doing next.
Bree: Maybe I can help. My publisher is thinking about doing his advertising in-house, and he's been looking for someone.
Lynette: Seriously?
Bree: Yeah.
Lynette: Oh, my god. That would be great. And if he gets the job, you can actually cash the check.
Bree: I tell you what. I will invite Bruce over for dinner, you and Tom can join us, and we'll turn it into a low pressure job interview.
Lynette: Thank you. This will really cheer Tom up.
Bree: Great. I'll call Bruce this afternoon.
Lynette: Could you call him now?
Orson: Hey, Mike. Oh, I'm looking forward to one of your world-famous martinis.
Mike: So was Mrs. Mccluskey. She got here early. Yeah, but don't panic. I sent Edie out for morebooze.
Orson: So you sent the mouse to buy the cheese. Well done.
Bree: Well ,look who's here. Somebody owes me $20.
Gabrielle: How about we let it ride? Double or nothing—mccluskey slugs someone by 5:00.
Susan: Katherine and I told you guys we were taking the high road. Why won't you believe us?
Lynette: Because I vividly remember yesterday, and I wasn't born during it.
Susan: Let me show you something I think might change your mind. So Katherine has a picture that I painted for mike hanging over her mantelpiece.
Lynette: Does she know you painted it?
Susan: Yes, and we talked all about it. She loves it.
Gabrielle: You painted that? You're good.
Susan: What? Where the hell is it?
Lynette: Bye-bye, high road.
Mccluskey: What's with the puss?
Gabrielle: Katherine hung one of mike's paintings over the mantel till she found out Susan painted it. Then she took it down.
Mccluskey: Something tells me this party's about to get good.
Bree: You know, there could be a perfectly innocent explanation.
Mccluskey: Hey, Kathy. What happened to Susan's painting?
Katherine: I am such a klutz. I was dusting yesterday, and, well, it just fell. The glass shattered, and ugh. It took it to the framer. It'll be backin a jiffy. Excuse me.
Bree: See a perfectly innocent...Bald-faced lie.
Susan: It is possible.
Mccluskey: I just drained a pitcher of martinis. I'm not buying it.
Gabrielle: Really, Susan, there's not a woman in the world who doesn't know what "I broke it dusting" means.
Lynette: That's how I got rid of tom's last bottle of "musk, the cologne for men."
Susan: All right, you guys think what you want. I'm gonna choose to believe her.
