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Mary Alice Young : When I was alive, I maintained many different
identities: lover, wife, and ultimately, victim. Yes,
labels are important to the living. They dictate how
people see themselves. Like my friend, Lynette. She used
to see herself as a career woman. And a hugely
successful one at that. She was known for her power
lunches... her eye-catching presentations... and her
ruthlessness in wiping out
the competition. Lynette gave up her career to assume a
new label: incredibly satisfying role of full-time
mother.
Lynette : Scavo residence. Yes, this is me.
Mary Alice Young : But, unfortunately for Lynette,
this new label frequently
fell short of what was advertised.
Lynette : How in the world did they...
Ms. Butters : I left the door to the art supply
cupboard open for five minutes. That's all.
Lynette : Five minutes. The little girl. Why didn't
she say anything?
Ms. Butters : Your boys work quickly.
Lynette : Well, obviously, they will be punished for
this. Severely.
Ms. Butters : I hesitate bringing this up since
you got so ugly about it last time.
Lynette : They don't have attention deficit disorder. And
I'm not going to drug my boys just to make your job
easier. I'd rather change teachers.
Ms. Butters : The boys are in my class because I'm the
only teacher who can handle them.
Lynette : What if we separate the twins? Put them in
different classes. They're much calmer when they're not
bouncing off one another.
Ms. Butters : We can try that. But if it doesn't work,
we may no longer be able to accommodate them.
Mary Alice Young : It suddenly occurred to Lynette her
label was about to change yet again. And for the next
few years, she would be known as the mother of the boys
who painted Tiffany Axelrod blue.
Mary Alice Young : It looked to be an interesting
afternoon on Wisteria Lane. A mysterious cassette tape
had been discovered by my friend, Bree. She had stolen
it from her marriage counselor. A counselor I'd once
spoken to in strictest confidence.
Dr. Goldfine : So, how have you been?
Mary Alice Young : I had the nightmare again.
Gabrielle : It's so weird to hear Mary Alice.
Dr. Goldfine : Still the same one.
Mary Alice : Yes. But this time, I was standing in a
river, and I saw the girl under the water. She kept
screaming Angela over and over again.
Dr. Goldfine : So what do you think the significance
of the name Angela is?
Mary Alice : Actually, that's my real name.
Gabrielle : Her real name? That doesn't make any
sense. I've seen her driver's license. It did not say
Angela.
Susan : Bree, what does it say on the rest of the
tape?
Bree : Just more about her nightmares and this girl she
was afraid of.
Gabrielle : So what the hell do we do now?
Susan : I think we should show Paul the note.
Lynette : Are you sure? He's gonna freak.
Bree : Well, it's now or never. I mean, I saw what he's
asking for the place. It's gonna sell quickly.
Gabrielle : Can I say something? I'm glad Paul's moving.
Bree : Gabby!
Gabrielle : I'm sorry. He's just always
giving me the creeps.
Haven't you guys noticed? He's got this dark thing going
on. There's something about him that just feels...
Lynette : Malignant?
Gabrielle : Yes.
Susan : We've all sort of felt it.
Bree : That being said, I do love what he's done with
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