Susan: Okay, twenty-two seconds. Lynette, you’re up.
Tom: Come on, babe. We’re forty seconds down. We need you to make that time up.
Lynette: Who do you think you’re talking to?
Tom: Right on.
Gabrielle: All right. Ready? Get set… Go.
Lynette: Okay.
Tom: Honey, clock’s ticking.
Lynette: I know. Just, this is a really hard one.
Tom: Okay, come on, come on. What is, what is it? Is it a book? Is it a movie?
Lynette: Movie. It’s a western.
Bree: No talking!
Lynette: Sorry!
Tom: Honey, start with the first word. How many syllables?
Edie: One word.
Tom: Sweetie, act it out. You’re really good at that.
Edie: Okay, okay. Whole idea. Me.
Susan: Edie. Woman. Blonde. Bleach!
Tom: Hang ‘Em High?
Lynette: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Susan: Okay. Well, I think it’s time for a break.
Bree: Good idea.

Bree: I want a new stove, Rex, and if I need to get a job to pay for it, so be it.
Tom: If you’re looking for a stove, we’ve got one that’s hardly ever been used.
Lynette: I wish I could say the same for my uterus. Oh, yeah. I ruined the brunch.

Renee: All my life, people I thought were my friends have left me. People from college, friends I had with Doug, they’re all gone. And Lynette stayed.