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Carlos: Hmmmm... that's nice.
Gabrielle: You like that?
Carlos: Oh, yeah.
Gabrielle: God, I'm gonna miss this, Carlos.
Carlos: What do you mean?
Gabrielle: Well, since, I'm gonna have to be doing the cooking, and the cleaning, and all the shopping, like the other wives...
Carlos: Hmmm, hmmm.
Gabrielle: I'm going to be exhausted at night, just like all the other wives, til I build up my stamina, of course, but that might take a couple of years.
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Mary Alice: (closing voiceover) The search for power begins when we're quite young. As children we are taught that the power of good triumphs over the power of evil. But as we get older, we realise that nothing is ever that simple. Traces of evil always remain.
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(Gabrielle walks back into the dining room.)
Gabrielle: Hey! So what did I miss?
Mama Solis: Not much, just a few friendly hands of poker with the girls.
(There is a huge stack of money in front of Mama Solis as she pulls it all towards her. The other women look stunned.)
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(Susan opens up her mailbox and takes out her mail. When she turns around, she sees Paul getting into his car across the street.)
Mary Alice: Susan was infuriated by Paul's evasive answers.
(Susan stares at Paul across the street.)
Paul: Hey!
(He waves at her.)
Mary Alice: She was convinced he was deliberately hiding Zach, and hiding the truth. She hoped that finding one would lead to the other. To succeed, Susan would have to be evasive herself.
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Dr. Sicher: Severe depression. Borderline personality disorder. Zach is a deeply troubled young man.
Paul: I'm aware of that. What are you giving him?
Dr. Sicher: Some antidepressants and a mood stabilizer.
Paul: Good.
Dr. Sicher: I'm also recommending extensive psychotherapy, to help unearth any repressed -
Paul: I don't think so.
Dr. Sicher: Mr. Young, I can't just medicate him indefinitely.
Paul: Forget the Freud and stick with the drugs. No new treatments without my permission.
(he walks away)
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Mary Alice: Juanita was now more convinced than ever that her treacherous daughter-in-law was having an affair. But the question remained, with whom? (Juanita notices Gabrielle avoiding John purposedly) And suddenly, Juanita remembered it wasn't the men Gabrielle talked to that she had to worry about.
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Mary Alice: Suburbia is a battleground, an arena for all forms of domestic combat. Husbands clash with wives, parents cross swords with children, but the bloodiest battles often involve women and their mothers-in-law. The war for control of Carlos began the night he proposed, and Gabrielle had been losing ground to Juanita ever since. From the prenuptial agreement which she reluctantly signed, to the selection of wedding music she despised, the color of the house paint she hadn't wanted ... Gabrielle had suffered one defeat after another.
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Gabrielle: Yeah, I've seen who you've been busy with.
John: Danielle? Come on, I mean, she's just a friend.
Gabrielle: Well, before you get any friendlier, let me remind you, I can do things to you she can't even pronounce.
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Lynette: Seriously, you're taking your kids' medication?
Jordana: Once in a while. Do you want a couple?
Lynette: Oh, that's very kind of you, but I just smoked some crack a little while ago, so I better not mix.
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Bree: Is that how you see me? As some sort of prude who just lays there like a cold fish? I love sex.
Dr. Goldfine: All right.
Bree: I love everything about it. The sensations, the smells. I especially love the feel of a man. All that muscle and sinew pressed against my body. And then, when you add friction. Mmm ... The tactile sensation of running my tongue over a man's nipple ever so gently. And then there's the act itself - two bodies becoming one in that final eruption of pleasure. To be honest, the only thing I don't like about sex is the scrotum. I mean, obviously it has its practical applications, but I'm just not a fan.
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Mary Alice: Juanita may have been the gambler in the family, but Gabrielle was the one who knew how to bluff.
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Susan: How'd you get the fat lip?
Paul: The usual way; asking too many questions.
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Julie: How am I supposed to blend in with a bunch of messed up teenagers?
Susan: I dunno, pretend you're bulimic, gag a little.
