Lynette: I've got this thing... Nina: Good God, this is not about your kids again, is it? Lynette: I know, I promised I wouldn't do this, but Parker really needs me to be there on his first day of kindergarten. He's so freaked out I can't be there. Nina: I'm sorry. How is this my problem? Lynette: Because we can't escape the fact that I have kids. I love my job, but to be fair, there's gotta be some balance. Nina: Okay, how about the people that don't have the kids? Did you ever consider that they might need a little more balance in their lives, hmm? Like, maybe they want to go see a matinee or perhaps they want to come in a little late after a big crazy night out or maybe they just want to get a haircut, which I, myself, have not been able to do for two months. So, no, this is about fairness to the people who are childless by choice, okay? Lynette: Okay. Good point. And I'm sorry about your hair. I can see why you're upset.
Over the years, Bree Van de Kamp had grown increasingly concerned over her mother-in-law's forgetfulness. Her lapses had become more frequent, more glaring, and more dangerous. Yes, Bree was worried about Phyllis' faulty memory, but she was more than happy to remind her, especially when it came to the important things. It was in that moment Bree could finally see the truth. Her mother-in-law's memory was fine. It was her soul that was faulty.