Lynette: She was pissed when I didn't tell her you might be pregnant. If I don't tell her about this, I'm dead. Julie: Come on, Lynette. Lynette: I'm serious! She already shot Katherine. Now she's got a taste for blood.
Gabrielle: Hey, cut her some slack. She's Romanian, okay? When your people are being chased into Argentina by angry cossacks, maybe a sparkling toilet isn't that important. Carlos: Argentina? How about you stick to fractions, and I'll teach Juanita geography? Goodbye.
