Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the discarded belongings of someone they don't know,

- I don't know. ...depened.

I have to deal with the drama behind the scenes.

The only thing I don't like about sex is the scrotum.

Lynette had stayed up 18 hours straight, sewing.

She was my friend, Julie, and I owe it to her to find out the truth.

Uh... just the check, please.

So we were talking and the idea of a sexual surrogate came up.

Now no one on the play committee wants to talk to me.

No, John, please don't say that.

Lynette was in the middle of her own personal nightmare.

So let's talk about yesterday.

Not that long. Why?

I was just visiting my friend.

- I know why my mom killed herself. - Secrets were revealed.

Not much. Just a few friendly hands of poker with the girls.

Bree, it's nothing personal, but I never socialize with clients.

Great. Speaking of Zach... I haven't seen him around lately.

How much did she win from you?

Come on. I'll even let you take the first shot.

- Then I want to visit again. - That's not a good idea either.

Thank you, Yao Lin.

Do I have to beat up every guy in town?

It's science. Sociologists have documented this stuff.

I guess I have to go.

Now give me a boost.

Ever chug a pot of Turkish coffee?

Actually, the more I watch her, the more I think she's not stepping out on you.

- I'll play. - You play poker?

Is there anyone who'd know what he was talking about?

The man at the desk said there were no vacant rooms. Can I bunk with you?

Other women manage.

Traces of evil always remain.

Well, I wouldn't worry. We'll find something for them to do backstage.