At last! A poker-game scene with all the housewives together. Well, all but Lynette, who certainly had her hands full. Taking her crabby boss Nina out every night to the pickup bar certainly was taking its toll. At least getting Nina laid temporarily resolved her crabbiness problem. Loved when Lynette finally came out of her shell, showing us what a sexpot Felicity Huffman actually is. Her transformation scene totally reminded me of Sandy at the end of Grease. I was waiting for her to say, "Tell me about it, stud!" And I must say I love Joely Fisher on this show. Her comedic talents weren't exactly up to their potential on Ellen since she sort of had to play the "straight" man, even when Ellen wasn't out yet. While I'm on the subject of loving, I'm also loving Adrian Pasdar as David, Gabrielle's lawyer. That man has really aged well since the underrated Profit. Maybe being married to one of the Dixie Chicks makes you look younger? Nice effort to convince Carlos to hire him back: "I can't sleep with clients." But how stupid can Carlos be? Definite highlight of the episode was Bree's triumphant Steel Magnolias-like monologue at the cemetery, when she was chastising Rex for thinking that she was trying to murder him. Definite lowlight was Wallace Shawn's Lonny trying to kiss Susan. He looked like Wilbur from Charlotte's Web. Meanwhile, we finally got to learn why Betty Applewhite is locking away that man in her basement. But all this time, I thought it was her husband. Her saying to Matthew "They're not gonna care how slow Caleb is" instead of calling him "your father" makes me think Caleb is her son and Matthew's brother. The fact that Caleb innocently murdered a woman named Melanie Foster answers the question of why they moved away from Chicago. (I moved because of the weather.) Speaking of my hometown, go White Sox!