Gabrielle: Great office. I see you're busy. Don't let me disturb you. I just wanted to drop off the girls so I could talk to Carlos for a sec. All right, girls, have fun with aunt Lynette.
Gabrielle: You think you can buy me off with presents?
Carlos: Gaby, now is not a good time.
Gabrielle: Well, I'd say let's talk about it tonight, but who knows if you're even gonna come home?
Carlos: Damn it, Gaby. You're the one that pushed me take this job. And ever since I did, all you've done is complain about how hard I'm working.
Gabrielle: You're right, and I'm sorry. It's just... I'm scared. We're turning into what we used to be. I'm unhappy at home; you’re always working, trying to buy me off with presents, too tired to make me feel loved. We've made these mistakes before, Carlos. For god sakes, let's not make 'em again.
Carlos: I made a commitment here, Gaby. I don't think I can just bail.
Gabrielle: I know you can't, and that's the part that really scares me.
Juanita: We're bored.
Lynette: Hey, I got you sodas, didn't I? And I let you feed the paper shredder.
Juanita: Don't you have any toys?
Lynette: No. I got a hole puncher. Sorry. That's the best I could do. Come on.
Juanita: What about those glass things? They're pretty. Can I hold one?
Lynette: Oh, sweetie, those aren't to play with, not unless you wanna see someone go completely bonkers. Actually, they do look like a lot of fun. If only I had the power to stop you...
Lucy: What the hell are you doing?!
Juanita: We're playing. What does it look like?
Lucy: Are these your kids? 'Cause they were in my office playing with my figurines, which are imported. They're worth a lot of dinero. Do you even understand what I'm saying?!
Carlos: What's with the yelling?
Lynette: I don't know. I'm just as worried as you are.
Lucy: Look, let meboil it down for you. Office? Si! Day care? No!
Carlos: Lucy, what's going on?
Lucy: Apparently, some people don't understand that this is a place of business, and they need to keep their kids at home!
Carlos: Then I guess you should yell at me. These are my kids.
