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Tom : You thought my friend Bill looked pretty fantastic, huh ?
Lynette : Okay, I went
a little overboard.
You know me...two margaritas, and I need a muzzle.
Tom : No, I completely agree with you. He looks really young.
Lynette : I know, right? He must take care of himself.
Tom : Actually, he told me his secret, and I'm thinking of doing the same
thing.
Lynette : No, you're not having plastic
surgery.
Tom : It's my face.
Lynette : Uh, we live in a community
property state, so
half that face is mine.
Tom : Fine, you know what ? You get the half below the nose. But these wrinkles
up here? All going away.
Lynette : Tom, men don't need plastic surgery. They look better as they age.
Tom : Really? Because you couldn't stop talking about how great Bill looked.
"you guys were classmates? You mean the same class at the same time ?"
Lynette : Okay, that's a lousy impression
of me.
Tom : Look, Bill said it really gave him a leg
up in job interviews,
and I could use that right now.
Lynette : You don't need a face-lift. What if I went out and got a
boob job and came home with big, giant sideshow boobs? How would you like that ?
Tom : I'd learn to live with it somehow.
Lynette : You're not doing this. We can't afford it !
Tom : It's an investment in our future. We can't afford not to. I'm calling
the doctor and making an appointment. If you want, I can also get a price check
on a pair of...
Lynette : I'm not getting a boob job.
Orson : Why don't I make you a nice cup of pearl-gray...Oh, dear God.
Bree : Orson, we've been robbed !
Orson : It wasn't me. I swear.
Man: No cuts! Back of the line.
Gabrielle : Oh, relax. I already ate dinner at home... in my box under the
bridge. Fran? Oh, god. I was afraid I wouldn't find you here.
Fran : Ah, lucky you, I'm still poor.
Gabrielle : I feel bad I ducked
out so fast the other
day.
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