【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 shlycooked turkey in the middle of the table. Danielle: This marriage is so over.Andrew nods. He then turns and walks out the front door. Bree: Andrew?He slams out of the door. Gabrielle39。s HouseGabrielle begins putting away the remnants of her bubble bath as the cable guy is there. The Cable Guy: Again, sorry I was late. The schedule overbooked me. Gabrielle: How long are you going to be? The Cable Guy: Almost done. What is that scent? Is that sage and citrus? He looks at the candle she39。s holding in her hands. It39。s amazing. Gabrielle: Try to hurry. I have stuff to do. He walks over to the wall and pulls on a cable cord, yanking at it. He suddenly loses his balance and falls on his back, having slipped on the bubble bath. Gabrielle is shocked. Later, the cable guy is strapped to a gurney by paramedics as Gabrielle watches. Carlos es up to her. Carlos: What39。s happening? Gabrielle: The cable guy fell. He hit his head on the tub. He may have a concussion. Carlos: It39。s almost eight. Gabrielle: He was late.She walks out with Carlos looking at her. He sniffs and looks at the lit candles around the bathtub and the bubble bath in the tub. Susan39。s HouseSusan opens her front door to find Mrs. Huber standing there with a pie in her hands. Susan: Mrs. Huber! Mrs. Huber: Hello, Susan. I made you a pie. Susan: Oh. Wow. Why? Mrs. Huber: Do I need a motive to do something nice?Susan shrugs. In Susan39。s kitchen, Mrs. Huber is delicately cutting the pie. Mrs. Huber: I can39。t wait for you to try this. It39。s mincemeat. Susan: Actually, I just had dinner. Mrs. Huber: That39。s okay. You can save it for later.She licks some off of her fingers and chuckles to herself. Susan: What39。s so funny? Mrs. Huber: I was just thinking of that expression: I39。ll make mincemeat out of you. Mincemeat. It used to be an entree made up of mostly chopped meat, so it was like saying 39。I39。ll chop you up into little bits.39。 She chuckles. But that was centuries ago. Today, mincemeat is mostly made up of fruit, spices, and rum. There39。s no meat in it. And still people say I39。ll make mincemeat out of you. Susan: I don39。t know that people really say that anymore. Mrs. Huber: I do. So, Susan. How are you? Susan: I39。m fine. Mrs. Huber: Good. You know, I have a confession to make. I39。ve always wished I39。d have been more supportive when Carl left you. Susan: Oh, you don39。t have to apologize about Carl. Really, Carl and I are over. I39。ve moved on. Mrs. Huber: Yes, I know. You39。ve moved on to that nice Mike Delfino.
He39。s quite a catch, isn39。t he? You like him don39。t you? Susan: Uh, sure. As a friend. Mrs. Huber: Oh, Susan. Being coy is a strategy best employed by virgins at their first dance. For women of our age, it39。s just annoying. Are you sure you don39。t want pie? Susan: No, thank you. Mrs. Huber: I hope it works out with you and Mike. You39。ve been so desperate to land him. Susan: I am not desperate. Mrs. Huber: Oh, good Lord, Susan. You burned your rival39。s house down. If that isn39。t desperate, I don39。t know what is. Susan: Mrs. Huber, with all due respect, you39。re crazy. Mrs. Huber puts down the knife she had been using to transfer the pie to a plate and reaches into her purse, pulling out the charred measuring cup she found in the ruins of Edie39。s burnt house. She places it on the table in front of Susan. Susan: What39。s that? Mrs. Huber: I think you recognize it. I found it in the ruins of Edie39。s home. Susan: Well, that39。s not Mrs. Huber: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. My point is this. I wasn39。t there for you when Carl left, but I39。m here for you now. As far as I39。m concerned, this is our secret. And no one ever need know. Oh, Susan. You don39。t know how good it feels to finally be able to help you. You look so pale. Now. I insist you try some of my pie.She puts some on a fork and brings it near Susan, who automatically opens her mouth for Mrs. Huber to insert the pie. Mrs. Huber: Go on. Did I mention it39。s mincemeat? Susan swallows the pie with an audible gulp. Bree39。s HouseBree stands in front of her son39。s door and knocks on it. Bree: Open the door, please. Andrew: Hang on.He opens it. Andrew: What? Bree: May I e in? Andrew: No. Bree: Well, I want to talk to you. Andrew: Then, talk. Bree: Where were you last night? Andrew: Brian39。s. Bree: I just spoke to Brian39。s mother. Now tell me again where you were last night and this time don39。t lie to me. Andrew: Where39。d you say Dad was again? In Philadelphia? Bree: Andrew, don39。t change the subject. Andrew: I39。m sorry. I thought the subject was telling lies. I called Dad39。s cell phone. I know he moved out. Bree: Well, it39。s just temporary and...I thought it would upset you, so I was protecting you. Andrew: Whatever. You lied, so stop pretending like you have some sort of moral authority. Bree: Andrew, just because I chose not to share my marital problems with you does not give you the right to be rude. Andrew: How about driving my father away? Do I get to be rude then?He shuts the door in her face. Gabrielle39。s HouseCarlos is getting dressed in the bedroom by the bed while Gabrielle is in the bathroom. He drops his tie clip and gets on his hands and knees to look for it. While on the floor, he sees John39。s sock underneath the bed. He picks it up and stands up. As he looks at it, Gabrielle notices and quickly walks away to the laundry basket, where she grabs some clothing and rushes do