[Mary Alice] Previously on Desperate Housewives.
Can we start over?
[Mary Alice] It was a surprising day for the women of Wisteria Lane.
[cell phone rings]
Well, I was wondering if you might want to have dinner with me?
Okay.
-He's giving her orgasms? -No-- not deliberately!
I can see we're going to be great friends.
You are a vibrant, attractive woman--
Who hasn't had sex in two years. That spells grandma to me.
Let me come stay with you when I get out of here.
This guy thinks I'm out of commission, and I want to keep it that way.
What's wrong with you? You've been antsy all night.
I think I left the freezer door at Scavo's open.
[Mary Alice] But it was an even more surprising night…
Crap! It's my dad!
[Mary Alice] …for the Scavos.
-[Tom] Where is she? -Don't!
She isn't wearing anything, all right?
-Who is she? -Just some girl from English class.
I'm gonna go in the bathroom.
You've got 60 seconds to get her out of here.
[music playing]
[Mary Alice] There was a slight misunderstanding
in the Scavo house that night.
You see, someone in the family was having an affair with a married woman.
And Lynette Scavo suspected her husband.
Hey. False alarm.
The freezer was shut tight.
[Mary Alice] Unfortunately for Lynette, she was wrong.
-Liar. -What?
I always knew things could change between us, Tom.
But no matter what, the one thing I always thought I'd get is your respect.
Lynette, what's going on?
I followed you to the warehouse. I know everything.
Oh, boy. [laughs]
Yeah, at this point, I think I'm gonna need a little bit more than that.
You're right. I shouldn't have kept this from you.
And, you know, for what it's worth, I wanted to bring you in on it.
-Huh? -But I was afraid you'd overreact.
Ah.
That's what you were afraid of?
Hey, I'm upset, too. But let's face it, boys will be boys.
I think I have to sit down now.
Lynette, are you really surprised?
It's not the first time this has happened, and it definitely won't be the last.
You know what? I have to kill you now.
Well, he's your son, too.
-Who? -Porter.
What are you talking about?
I found out Porter's been hooking up with some girl at our warehouse.
What are you talking about?
[Mary Alice] And just like that, the slight misunderstanding
-in the Scavo house had ended. -[door opens]
Hey. What's up?
You're having sex with your best friend's mother?
[Mary Alice] And a huge family crisis had begun.
[theme music playing]
[Mary Alice] Desire. It's an emotion designed to lead us astray,
causing us to buy things we can't afford,
encouraging us to sample desserts we don't need,
and pushing us into love affairs we're clearly not ready for.
I want you to call that woman and tell her you are never seeing her again.
Her name is Anne.
Her name is Mrs. Schilling.
She was your T-ball coach when you were six.
By the way, does your best friend know you're sleeping with his mother?
We're keeping our relationship from Kirby for now.
This isn't a relationship.
-You are being used by this woman. -No, I'm not.
-I love her. -Okay, that's it.
-I'm calling her. -No!
-[Tom] Hey! -What if her husband answers?
Gee, Porter, that's just one of the pitfalls of dating a married woman.
Listen to me!
Mr. Schilling can't find out. He's totally violent.
He would kill her.
Well, then you've put her in a very dangerous position, haven't you?
Okay. I'll call her. I'll tell her it's over.
I'm not going to say that you know, that'll just freak her out.
But you have to promise me
that you won't say anything to her psycho husband.
I'm not promising anything.
So help me, if I find out that you do something and she gets hurt,
I will leave this house and I will never come back.
-Oh, please. You would never do that. -Yeah?
I-- I've done a lot of things you never thought I would do.
[Lynette groans]
Wait.
We won't say anything.
But if you don't end this, you won't have to leave,
we will throw you out.
-So, you wanted to see me? -Sit.
[Orson] Tell us, Charlie,
have you enjoyed working here at Mrs. Van De Kamp's?
Yeah, it's great.
-You don't feel you've been underpaid? -No.
[Orson] Well, then perhaps you can explain
why you stole $200 from the petty cash box yesterday?
What? I didn't steal anything.
Charlie, we wouldn't accuse you unless we had concrete evidence.
And thanks to my diligent partner here, we do.
[sighs]
-So am I, like, fired? -[sighs]
You're more than "like" fired. You're fired.
And, of course, we want our money back.
I don't have it. I spent it.
Well, then I suggest you return your purchase.
Do you have a receipt?
Yeah. yeah, like pot dealers give receipts.
Well, you've just covered yourself in glory on this one.
Just please, don't tell my parents.
I'll get you the money. I promise.
Can you believe it? A thief and a pothead!
Well, at least we know now where the two pounds of cookie dough went.
[sighing]
-[Susan and Jackson laughing] -[indistinct chatter]
-Oh, I gotta have one more. -Hmm.
Thank you for doing this.
Ah, well, we needed to wipe the slate clean, right?
Mmm.
Honestly? This is the best second first date I've ever had.
Isn't it?
And knowing we're not gonna have sex takes all the pressure off.
-That's something we know? -Yes.
We're starting completely over.
So this time, we're gonna do things right.
Which means what?
Well, it means no sex until at least date four.
[groans]
I want us to spend this time really getting to know each other.
But I do know you.
-What's my least favorite word? -Phlegm.
[laughs]
-You're just guessing. It's "panties." -Oh.
Although, some days it's "larva." Or "chunks."
Well, I will try to remember that.
Now you tell me something I don't know about you.
Okay,
I'm a painter.
I sort of guessed that when you painted my house.
I mean, I paint… art.
Like on a canvas, in a frame.
-Seriously? -I went to art school in Paris.
And my professor had a beret, so you know he was good.
[chuckles]
Wow.
-So now you're painting my bathroom. -Yeah.
[chuckles] It sucks.
But I've been blocked for the past year.
-Blocked? -Yeah.
I mean, I keep trying to start new pieces, but nothing comes.
It's driving me crazy.
Well, I'm sorry things aren't going well.
But I'm glad you told me.
See, we're getting to know each other.
And we wouldn't have, if we had spent the whole night in bed.
Yeah, now I'm creatively and sexually frustrated.
First dates are awesome.
[laughs]
Jeez, Roberta, I know you hate to throw anything away,
but do you have the garbage men bringing you stuff now?
Pardon my French, but what's French for "kiss my ass"?
So, you said Dave has a secret. Now, how you getting that from this?
It's just a bunch of phone numbers.
Yeah, maybe just a bunch of numbers to you,
but to a savvy sleuth with a keen eye and the nose of a bloodhound--
Yeah, yeah, you're Miss Marple with a bum liver.
So, what's he hiding?
Let me walk you through it.
Around the first of every month, Dave gets a string of calls,
five or six, from this number in Boston.
They're all short, 10, 15 seconds. My guess is he's not picking up.
Somebody's leaving him messages, you know, bugging him.
Once a month, huh?
My guess, it's an ex-wife looking for alimony.
Except it's not. You see this? After a few days, he always calls back.
And who, you ask, is he calling?
A hospital in Boston.
It's the office of Dr. Samuel Heller, psychiatrist.
So, once a month Dave whines about his life
to a Beantown headshrink, huh?
-Big whoop. -[groans]
I looked up your Davey's doc on the web, he's not your garden-variety shrink.
He's a renowned psychiatrist and published author
with a very specialized field of expertise.
And that, my dear Watson, is your neighbor's little secret.
[children chattering]
Oh, lap of luxury, how I've missed sitting in you.
Celia, Juanita, Chef is taking fresh baked cookies out of the oven.
[both giggling]
I can't tell you how nice it is to hear
the sound of children's laughter in this house.
You know what I was thinking? Why don't you all stay the weekend?
-Oh, we'd love to. -Jeez, we can't.
-Why not? -Celia's birthday party is Sunday.
We've got to get ready for it, remember?
What's to get ready? You buy a $9 sheet cake
and fling a piñata over a tree. Bam, party time.
But I don't have a change of clothes.
My nephew left a whole closet full of old clothes.
I'm sure something will fit you.
-[sighs] Well… -Carlos, just nod your head,
'cause I ain't leaving this pool.
Oh, good. It's settled.
Oh, Gabby, your margarita's getting low. I'll send Brandon out with a fresh one.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
What? You heard the woman. She wants children's laughter.
And I want the lobster the chef is serving for dinner. It's a win-win.
I just don't feel comfortable with this.
Why not? I mean, look at this place! It's like Shangri-La.
Wow, you're right.
The pitch black I see here is much more dazzling than the one at home.
What is your problem?
My problem is that it's a bad idea to mix business and pleasure.
Says the man who massaged her into an orgasm.
Even more reason to keep some professional distance.
Carlos, she's just a lonely old woman
yearning for some friendship and human contact.
And I, for one, am happy to be that human.
Mrs. Solis, your margarita.
Oh, shoot. I can't reach it.
[music playing]
Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late.
[Mike] Hey. Did you bring beer?
-[Tom] Was I supposed to? -No, Tom was supposed to.
Gosh, sorry.
I thought the two cases I bought Monday would've lasted more than one rehearsal.
Boys, we're better off not drinking today.
We've got a lot of work to do and only one week to do it.
[Mike] What are you talking about?
We are playing Battle of the Bands at the White Horse. [laughs]
Uh, Dave, Battle of the Bands isn't for amateurs.
You gotta audition.
Uh, we don't.
Edie's got a real-estate buddy whose husband owns the club.
You're kidding. We're playing an actual gig?
In front of people who aren't listening just because I pay their allowance?
-Well, this is fantastic! -Yes.
That means the pressure's on.
We gotta really rehearse our cover stuff. And… we need an original song.
I don't know anything about songwriting.
-I know a little bit. -No, you don't.
It's fine. Mike and I will write something.
-You got a little time later? -Not tonight. I got plans.
Plans?
What's her name?
Can we just rehearse, please?
You know, I heard that Susan and Jackson broke up.
I heard they got back together.
It's not Susan. Stop guessing. Also, get lives.
Whatever, Mike. Just so long as you're having fun.
[penguin 1] Hey, who said you can turn the board around? Get back here.
[penguin 2] No, just come out here and show me some moves.
[Virginia] Sorry to bother you.
Just wanted to see if you needed anything before I go off to bed.
No, we're good.
Sure you don't want to order margarita number 12?
Sure you don't want to shut your pie-hole?
[laughs] It's so cute how you two bicker.
-Carlos, how do those pajamas fit you? -They're perfect.
I hope your nephew doesn't mind that I was wearing them.
He'll never know. We're estranged.
Oh, okay. [laughs awkwardly]
Anyway, we're good. So have a nice night. [chuckles]
[gasps] Oh, what's that?
-Some animated thing. -I love animated movies.
The girls wanted to watch it.
So, we're, kind of, having a family movie night.
Oh, that sounds like fun.
[laughs]
My heavens, is that penguin surfing?
Gee, I don't know. I can't really see the screen any more.
-Oh, dear, I'm being rude. -Oh, that's okay. [chuckles]
There. That's better.
[sighs]
-Did she just crawl under-- -Oh, yeah.
[laughing]
And so there I was in ninth grade, and my boobs had not made an appearance.
I was desperate.
Here, let me refill that for you.
And so that's when I got caught stuffing at the pep rally.
And six months later, kaboom, I was voted prom queen.
Nice work, girls.
[romantic music playing]
Stop that. Right now.
-What? -The sex music. Turn it off.
That's not sex music.
[sultry saxophone playing]
We are not having sex until date number four,
and this is date number two.
I know what it is.
It's just that you look so hot in these pants,
and your hair smells so good, and your eyes…
[groans] Look, I made you dinner! Come on!
-Jackson… -I braised beef for you.
Do you know what a pain in the ass it is to braise meat?
Okay, do you know how sad it makes me
to know that you only braised it to boink me?
You're supposed to be asking me questions.
The point of all this was to get to know each other better.
How is it going to make our relationship stronger for me
to know that in the fifth grade they sent you to the therapist
because you wouldn't stop chewing your hair?
You know, that was hard for me to share,
and the fact that you just made light of it…
No, I am calling the second date officially over.
You know what? I was going to let you feel me up over my blouse.
But now? Nada.
[door closing]
[sighing]
So, before we wrap up here,
we still need some chaperones for the Junior Prom.
Anne Schilling is coordinating the volunteers
and she could really use some help.
Nobody? [chuckles]
I know we're all busy, but this is important.
We want our kids to have fun, but let's face it,
if we don't keep an eye on them,
God only knows what kind of trouble they'll get into.
[laughs]
[Anne] Helen, Marjorie, you'll help?
Fantastic. Thanks, guys.
Hey, Lynette.
Do these meetings keep getting longer, or do they just seem that way?
I don't know.
So, how's the family?
I haven't seen Penny in so long, and all the kids are getting so big now.
I guess the boys will be going off to college soon… [screams]
-Lynette! -I know everything. Okay?
Look, I'm sorry,
but… it's important for you to understand.
I love Porter.
[Anne screaming]
So do I.
And if you ever lay a hand on him again, you will find out just how much.
[Lynette grunts]
[sighing]
Oh, Bree. I've got good news.
Me, too. You go first.
I've hired a girl to replace that thief, Charlie.
Oh. Well, are you sure she's trustworthy?
Well, she comes with a strong recommendation
from the head of the local FBI office, her father, who's Mormon.
-Well done, Orson. -Thank you. Your turn.
Oh. [clears throat]
The New Christian Reader just published an advance review of my cookbook! Listen.
"Mrs. Van De Kamp's colorful stories of her upbringing
show her upstanding values, but her recipes are sinfully delicious."
They gave me four halos.
Then I think this is appropriate. Holy cow!
I have to admit I had some reservations about us working together.
But this has succeeded
-beyond my wildest dreams. -Mmm.
We're quite a team, aren't we?
Yeah, and the best part is we get to see each other all the time.
Mmm-hmm, I know. Which makes the hardest part
keeping my hands off you all the time.
[exclaims] Orson, you can't be serious. Here?
Mmm.
This kitchen is the birthplace of our triumphs.
What better place to celebrate them, hmm?
[Bree] Ooh. [groans] This counter's hard on my head.
[Orson] Do you want me to stop?
-[Bree] No, get me an oven mitt. -[Orson] Right.
[Bree] Oh, much better.
Rise and shine, girls, rise and shi--
Oh, my God, what are you doing?
Gabby, it's fine. We're just doing a little art project.
I told the girls they could decorate the room any way they wanted.
I'm making a castle.
-It's stupid. -No, you're stupid.
You're both stupid. Stop it!
Uh, Mrs. Hildebrand, this is really nice of you.
But why would you want to ruin your beautiful room?
Oh, it's not my room any more. It's their room.
What?
Yes, it's the room they'll be staying in whenever you come to visit.
They're getting a new TV, bunk beds…
I'll have it ready by the time you get here next weekend.
Oh…
Next weekend, uh, Carlos and I have plans.
Well, I'll bet the girls don't. I'll send a car for them.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
How about it, girls? You want to spend next weekend here?
-[Celia] Yay! -Thank you, Mrs. Hildebrand.
Ah, ah! What did I tell you?
-Sorry. Thank you, Grandma. -[giggling] Come.
Oh, hugs. Ooh, ooh. [chuckling]
"Grandma"? She told them to call her "Grandma"?
Yes. And that's why we're leaving.
After you told her we'd stay all weekend? How are we going to do that?
I don't know. Make an excuse.
Say you have some blind thing you have to go to.
We have to be very careful here.
This woman has a lot of pull at the Country Club.
Plus, we've got that Europe trip coming up…
Whoa, whoa, whoa. We are not going to Europe with Grandma Nutjob.
I'm not walking away from $100,000. We need that money.
Carlos, it's not worth it. She's really starting to freak me out.
Damn it, Gabby.
I told you it was dangerous getting chummy with a client.
But you wouldn't listen. You had to stay for the lobster.
Hey, I seem to remember some melted butter on your bib, too.
Now how are we getting out of here?
Look, she knows we've got Celia's party tomorrow.
I-I'll tell her we have to go shopping for that. Everything will be fine.
[sighs]
[children giggling]
Sorry, I had to wait for my folks to go to the store before I could sneak out.
What's wrong?
Are you okay?
-I don't know what to do. -[scoffs]
About what? Let me help you.
It's just all such a mess.
Wait.
is this about my mom? Did she do something else to you?
Did she call your husband?
-No. -Well, then what? Tell me.
I'm pregnant.
Hey, do you mind if I cut out early today?
I don't see why not. I mean, everything's, uh, pretty much done here.
You can go now if you'd like.
Thanks.
Andrew, don't you look handsome.
Do I? Great.
Is something wrong?
You remember Charlie, the kid you guys fired for stealing?
Well, he called and asked how you could prove it.
And I said, "We've got a surveillance tape, scuzzball."
Well, uh, guess who stole the surveillance tape last night?
That does it. We're pressing charges.
Uh, you… You might want to hold off on that.
Because, according to Charlie, the surveillance tape is also a sex tape.
What?
Yeah, he said it shows a couple really going at it.
So any idea who those crazy kids might be?
-Oh, dear God. -Yup. Kind of thought so.
How could this be happening?
Before anything got serious, I made a point of turning the camera off.
Wait. I turned it off, too.
-I didn't see you do that. -No, you were looking for the olive oil.
Obviously, you turned it back on.
[laughs nervously] We need to, um, get that tape back.
Yeah, well, break out your checkbook, because he wants two grand for it.
-Two thousand dollars? -Yeah, or he's gonna post it on YouTube.
What are we going to do?
Well, first you need to decide what your porn names are gonna be.
Okay, this is not a joke.
My book comes out next month. My old-fashioned, traditional cookbook!
This could ruin me!
-All right, Bree. We'll just pay him. -No.
I-I refuse to pay blackmail to some hooligan who's stolen from us twice.
Andrew… [chuckles]
…all my life I have done my best to teach you to respect God,
and the law, and never to harm another living thing…
I want you to forget every one of those lessons
if it'll help you get that tape back.
Wow. So, carte blanche?
Uh, within reason.
We are not condoning arson or violence or--
Orson, don't cramp the boy's style.
[children chattering]
Okay, sweetie, now don't forget to make a wish.
-[Gabrielle] Yeah! -[girl] Happy birthday!
[all cheering and applauding]
Virginia. What are you doing here?
I came to give Celia her birthday gift.
Well, she's a little busy with her friends right now,
so just give it to me, and I'll make sure she gets it.
[laughs] I'm afraid that won't be possible.
You see, for my present, I'm going to take her to a shop
that sells the most exquisite antique dolls
and let her pick whichever one she likes.
Well, she's not going to leave her party to go buy a doll.
Well, of course not. I'll wait on the porch till it's over.
Uh, look, I'm sorry, but I don't want you driving off with my daughter.
Well, you know she'll be safe with me. But if you'd feel better joining us…
You sure are making this hard. [sighs]
I have tried to be nice, but I am running out of polite here,
so I'm just gonna say knock it off.
I'm sorry. Knock off what?
This whole creepy, clingy, "I'm your grandma" routine.
But I've come to feel like a grandmother to the girls.
In three days. That's the creepy part.
What a hurtful thing to say.
Especially given how generous I've been to your family.
Yeah, too generous. It's like you're trying to buy us or something.
Well, we're not for sale, so just back off!
Who do you think you're talking to?
You wicked, ungrateful girl!
You're not the first greedy bitch who's tried to bleed me dry,
and then wash her hands of me.
Okay, we're done here. Goodbye.
Am I not making myself clear? Get off my property!
Gabby? What's going on?
I came to buy Celia a doll.
I believe you've heard Gabby's response.
Virginia, please. Allow me to apologize.
I think it's a little late for that.
-Thank you… -Mmm-hmm.
…for a wonderful third date.
Oh. And I'm glad that you're back on board with our plan.
Yeah, I really think I'm starting to get something out of it.
Mmm. Oh, pop quiz!
Why did Kim Beale stop talking to me in eighth grade?
You told Erin Connors about her nose job.
Right! What time is it?
-Uh, 10:48? -No! It's sex time!
-Wait, wait, wait, wait. Susan, stop. -What?
We're not having sex till the fourth date. Remember?
Jackson, look at me. I'm tipsy, I'm horny,
I'm easier than a 5-year-old's homework.
I'll call you tomorrow.
The forehead?
[groans]
I hate to say anything, Stan, but you are president of the Country Club.
You need to know that the way Carlos touched me during my last massage…
Well, let's just say it was highly inappropriate.
And that kind of behavior is a liability the club can't afford.
Good. I appreciate your taking care of it.
[phone rings]
-Hello. -[Karen] Hello, is this Dr. Heller?
-Speaking. Who's calling? -I'm Maggie Carr, Hilltop Insurance.
We have an applicant for a new term-life insurance policy,
and he lists you as a previous care provider.
I was hoping to verify his medical history.
The name's Dave Williams?
Dave Williams? I don't know a Dave Williams.
Well, sure you do. You call him every month.
-How would Maggie know that? -I'm guessing.
Who is this?
Uh, hi, Dr. Heller,
I'm, uh, Lindsay Thorne, I'm Maggie's supervisor.
And she's confused and about to get fired.
And we just need you to confirm for our records
that you're treating a man named David Williams.
What is your Medicare ID number?
Um, I'm not sure.
We're in the process of converting to the metric system…
I don't know who this is,
but are you aware that what you are doing is illegal?
Okay, look, we're just trying to get some info on this guy.
He just moved to Fairview and he's really creeping people out.
You're in Fairview?
Yeah. Why? Does that mean something to you?
No. I'm just trying to get all the info I need
when I contact the federal authorities to let them know that…
Well, we really screwed the pooch on that one.
Yeah, back to the drawing board. Can I Irish that up for you?
It's noon somewhere.
[door opens]
-[gasps] You got the tape! -How did you manage that?
Orson, we don't need to know.
No, you don't. But it's kind of amazing
what you can get a bunch of bikers to do for a case of beer.
-Oh, my. -[Orson] Well, I'd better destroy this.
Actually, you may want to watch it first.
Why? I'm embarrassed enough as it is.
-Humor me. I'll cue it up. -You watched it?
Well, I had to make sure it was the right disc.
-Here, just watch a little. -[sighs]
Oh, dear God. I can't look. Really, Andrew.
Wait. Bree, that's not us.
What? Well, who is it then?
Wait, wait. He flips her in just a sec. This is where it gets good.
-Katherine? -And Mike?
Just so you know, I'm never eating anything
that comes out of that kitchen again.
[knocking at door]
[Susan] Jackson?
-Hi. -Hi.
I'm declaring this our official fourth date, okay?
The rules have been followed. And you may begin disrobing…
now.
Uh, uh, I'm, kind of, doing something right now.
[laughs] Okay, I just ran into your house half naked.
The only thing you should be doing is me.
[sighs]
What is on your face? Is that paint?
-Are you painting again? -Uh, yeah.
-I thought you were blocked. -I was.
But not having sex for a few days kind of got my juices flowing
in a different direction, so now I-I really need to finish.
So you've broken through your creative logjam? [laughs]
Congratulations. Why not celebrate by ripping off my clothes with your teeth?
I can't. I'm not finished yet.
How close are you? 'Cause I can wait.
Wait, wait. No, don't, don't look at that yet.
That's me.
Yeah, uh, it's supposed to be.
That look on my face, I've seen it before.
In the mirror, when I'm feeling…
How do you know about that look?
I know a lot about you.
I know your cheeks get red when people say you're pretty.
I know… that your eyes start to tear up whenever you talk about your grandfather.
And I know that when… you're really sad,
you get that beautiful haunted look…
that you try to shake off before anybody can see it.
I can't believe I ever thought you didn't know me.
Well, I guess I should let you finish this.
-I'm sort of missing hands. -Hmm.
Actually, that is one detail I could use some help with.
Really?
Unless you have a problem posing naked.
Oh, come on. I think you know the answer to that.
-Hey. -Hello, Katherine.
Um, I thought you might want this videotape…
from our surveillance camera.
-We have a surveillance camera? -Yes. In the, uh, test kitchen.
Oh, my God. So that means you saw me and--
Mike? Yes, indeedy.
[chuckling] Oh, I'm so embarrassed.
-[laughs] Oh, what you must think of me? -Let's not dwell on it.
Oh, I mean, having sex in the kitchen, where food is prepared!
What kind of demented slut would do that?
I said, ha, let's not dwell on it.
[sighing]
Thanks for bringing it by.
Katherine, I'm sorry, but I just have to ask…
Are you sure you know what you're doing?
Meaning what?
Meaning, Susan is your oldest friend on this street.
She divorced him, Bree.
And she's seeing someone else. Why can't Mike do that?
Because she's your friend. And we're women.
We don't do that to each other.
Look… I've been alone for five years.
I'm finally in a relationship and you're trying to make me feel guilty?
Is that what I saw on the tape? A relationship?
[sighs] I don't know what it is.
All I know is I'm having the time of my life.
[sighs]
Fair enough. But just be careful. I mean, this is very complicated.
I'd hate to see it end badly.
[knocking at door]
Hey, breakfast's on the table.
[sighs]
Porter, this whole hating me thing that you've got going on right now,
believe it or not, I get where you're coming from.
I don't hate you.
But, one day, you are gonna meet someone more…
appropriate.
[sighs] Someone who wants the same things that you do out of life.
Then you are going to know what real love is.
And when you do, I hope you will finally see where I am coming from.
[cell phone ringing]
[scoffs]
-Yeah? -It's me. Can you talk?
Hey, Gary, I'm running kind of late. Can I call you later?
Just listen. I can leave town Saturday.
-You have the money, right? -Yeah, no problem.
I love you.
[sighs]
I know where you're coming from, Mom.
And… I want you and Dad to know
that I really appreciate everything you've done for me.
Good. Huh.
I'll see you downstairs.
[Mary Alice] Desire. It's an emotion designed to lead us astray,
persuading those who crave love to make foolish choices,
causing those who yearn for family to act out in anger,
allowing those who are lonely…
to behave in reckless ways.
And when the pursuit of our heart's desire becomes an obsession,
the best we can hope for is a caring friend willing to come along…
Hi. I'd like to book the next flight to Fairview.
[Mary Alice] …and stop us.
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