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Jim:

Oh!

Sowhenhisfriendsethimuponablinddatewithabeautifulstranger...

Wow,you'

resomuchhotterthanNikkisaidyou'

dbe.Howoldareyou?

HowolddoyouthinkIam?

Jimmadethetragicdecisiontotrytobefunny.

Notadayover50.

Whydon'

twegetourtable?

（AsSusanwalksintotherestaurant,Jimtriestoexplainhishumor.）

Well,no,see,thatwasfunny,becauseyou'

resoobviouslynot50.That'

swhyIsaid50,'

causeit'

sabsurd.

[Restaurant-Interior]

JimdideverythinghecouldtogetSusanMayertolaugh.Hetriedracialhumor...

SoguesswhattimeChinesepeoplegotothedentist?

2:

30.uh,getit?

"

Tooth-hurty?

Tooth-hurty.

（Jimlaughs,Susannodspolitely.）

Ilovethat.

Hetriedtobeengaginglyrisqué

Rectum?

Damnnearkilledhim!

（Susanstaresathim.）

Youknowwhatarectumis,right?

（Susanchokingonherfood,nods.）

Heeventriedgentleteasing.

No,no,yousee,bycomparingyoutoaNazi,Iwasmakingthepointthatyou'

resonotaNazi.You'

relikethe--

（Whileexplaining,Jimknocksoverhisnapkin.）

AndjustwhenJimthoughtthedatecouldn'

tgetanyworse.......

（SusanandJimreachdowntothefloorandbangheads.）

Oww!

Itdid.

[HospitalEmergencyRoom]

（AdoctorisexaminingJim,flashingalightinhiseyes.）

Dr.Mccready:

Okay,Jim,Ineedyoutolookup...anddown.Allright,so,howdidthishappen?

Itwasanaccident.

Oh,Idon'

tknowaboutthat.Insomecultureshead-buttingisamatingritual.

Dr.Mccready,canItalktoyouaboutmyhead?

Awayfrom...thedraft?

YoucancallmeDr.Ron.Everyonedoes.

（Theymovetothecorneroftheroom.）

Dr.Ron...Ineedyoutopretendthere'

ssomethingwrongwithmeandadmitmeforthenight.

Dr.Ron:

msorry?

ThisistheworstdateIhaveeverbeenoninmylife.

（TheyglanceoveratJimwhohasinflatedagloveandis"

milking"

itwhiletellingthenurseajoke.）

Thatmanisthemostobnoxious,offensive,annoyinghumanbeing.Andyou'

relookingatmelikeI'

mcrazyrightnow,butIwillbeifIspendonemoresecondwithhim.Soyougottahelpme.Yougottadosomething.

（Shegrabshislapels.）

It'

smymentalhealth.Mymentalhealth!

Youtookanoath.

Couldyouletgoofmylapel,please?

Oh,sorry.

Um,listen,I'

msorryyourdate'

snotgoingwell.ButIcan'

tadmityou,Susan.

Right.Right.

（Dr.RonwalksbacktoJim.）

Jim,let'

s,uh,let'

stakealookatthosereflexes.

Okay,Igotajokeforyou,doctor.What'

sthecorrectmedicaltermforthecircumcisionofarabbit?

Harecut.

Idon'

t--Ialways--Jim,I'

mgonnaneedtokeepyouhereforawhile,runsometests.

Really?

I--

Yeah,I'

mstillworriedaboutthatbumponyourheadhere.

（Dr.RonpressesthebumponJim'

sheadasSusansmiles.）

Oh.Ow!

That'

sstill...

And,Susan,you'

regoodtogo.

Andthoughitonlylastedamoment,Jimcaughtthelookthatpassedbetweenhisdate...andhisdoctor.

（Dr.RonlooksatSusan.Susansmiles.Dr.Ronwinks.）

Thankyousomuch,Dr.Ron.

（JimlooksoninshockasSusanleaves.）

Andhesuddenlygotthefeelingthejokewasonhim.

OpeningCredits

[WisteriaLane-Daytime]

（Abannerhangs,indicatingtheWisteriaLaneBloodDrive.）

TheannualblooddrivewasatraditiononWisteriaLane.Mostresidentscametohelppromotehealthandwell-being.

（Zachwalksthroughacrowdedpark.Everyoneisfillingoutforms.Susan,Bree,Gabrielle,Edie,andLynettearesittingonthebenchfillingoutformsaswell.）

Butmyfriendsturnedupforadifferentreason.Theyweregrowingincreasinglyconcernedthattheirstreetwasinfectedwithadangerouskindofsickness.Andtheycametoconsultwithoneanotheraboutapossiblecure.

（SusaniswatchingMatthewandBettyApplewhite.Theyseeherandwave.）

Great,shecaughtmestaring.

Gabrielle:

HaveyouguysnoticedhowfriendlyBetty'

sbeensincethatbodywasfoundinfrontofherhouse?

ttrustfriendlywomen.

Lynette:

That'

sokay.Theydon'

ttrustyou,either.

Ijustknowthosetwohavesomethingtodowiththatdeadbody.

Bree:

Doweevenknowwhoheis?

Well,thepapersaidthepolicearewithholdingthedetails.

Bree,maybeyoushouldcallinafavorfromyourpolicedetectivepal,havehimpokearound.

sagreatidea.YoucouldhavehimdoabackgroundcheckontheApplewhites.

tthinkIcandothat.

Whynot?

Yousaidhewasnice.

Well,oncehestoppedsuspectingmeofmurderingRexhewasdelightful,but,um...Idon'

treallyknowhim.

Well,somebodyhastodosomething,'

causeI'

mlosingsleep.

（BettyandMatthewapproach.）

Betty!

Matthew.

Hello,everybody.Susan,alittlebirdietoldmeyou'

rehavingabirthdaysoon.Weshouldallgooutandcelebrate.

Super.

Soundslikeaplan.

Countmein.

（AsBettyandMatthewwalkaway,Breewaves.）

Bye.

Seeya.

（BettyandMatthewtalkquietlytoeachother.）

Matthew:

Sowhyareyoueverybody'

sbestfriendallofasudden?

Iftherewaseveratimetobeneighborly,thisisit.

reidiotsforstayinghere.Imean,weshould'

vehittheroadassoonastheyfoundMonroe'

sbody.Imean,howdoweknowhedidn'

ttellFosterwherewe'

rehiding?

Becauseifhehad,Fosterwould'

veshownupbynow.Andbesides,ifwetakeoff,whatarewegonnaliveon?

Ihaveallofourmoneytiedupinthishouse.

Sowhynotjustsellit?

Patience,Matthew.Ifwetakeoffrightaway,it'

lllooksuspicious.Nowwhatweneedisastory--areasonforustomove.

（Zachapproachesthenurse'

stableinthepark,handingheraclipboard.）

Nurse:

Lookatthis,a-bnegative.

Zach:

Yeah,it'

stherarestofallbloodtypes.

Well,theremustbesomethinginthewateraroundtheseparts.You'

remyseconda-bnegativetoday.

Seriously?

Uh,whowasit?

Thatguy.

（ThenurselooksaroundandpointsatMike,who'

swalkingaway.Zachstaresathim.）

[OutsideBree'

sHouse]

（Breeisremovingsnailsfromherflowers.Bettyapproaches.）

Hi,Bree.

Oh,hi.

Ijustwantedtothankyouforyouradviceonmyazaleas.They'

rejustthriving.

Oh,itwasnotroubleatall.

SuchashameImaynotbearoundtoenjoythem.Well,mymotherhastakenill.AndMatthewandI,we'

llprobablygoandvisither.Wemayevenbemoving.Wejustdon'

tknowyet.

Oh,well,wheredoesshelive?

Oh,backinChicago.

Isitserious?

I-Idon'

tknowyet.Well,obviously,I'

llbespeakingwithherdoctor.

Oh,Betty,ifthere'

sanythingIcando,anythingatall...

Thankyou.You'

vealreadydonesomuch.Bye.

（Bettywalksaway.）

[Susan'

（SusanremovestheblooddrivetapefromherarmasJuliewalksin.）

Julie:

ThatDr.Roncalled.Heneedstoseeyouforafollow-upappointment.

Heneedstoseemeorhewantstoseeme?

Jeez,mom,howcuteisthisguy?

Oh,hecouldbecuter...butIdon'

tknowhow.

Soaskhimout.

Oh,no,Ican'

tdothat.

Mom,he'

sacutesurgeon.What'

stheproblem?

He'

syoung.

Young?

Youngerthanme.

Howmuchyounger?

Let'

sjustsayifIwasaseniorinhighschool,I'

dbesaying,"

wow,you'

reahotfifthgrader."

Oh,well,ofcourseit'

sgonnasoundgrossifyousayitthatway.Butyou'

rebothadults.Sowhynotjustaskhimout?

'

Causetheconversationcouldgosomethinglikethis,"

Dr.Ron,Ithinkyou'

rehot."

Oh,well,thankyou,ma'

am."

NowIthinkit'

stimewetalkaboutyourhipreplacement."

Mom,you'

rehotandfunnyandnice.And...clearlydesperate,andguysareintothat.Playtoyourstrengths.

[OutsideLynette'

（Lynettedrivesintoherdriveway.Tomrunsouttomeether.）

Tom:

Thankgodyou'

rehome.

What'

swrong?

Patsaidyoutoldheritwasanemergency!

Theboysweresenthomefromschool.

What?

Why?

Icalled.Themachinekeptpickingup.

Iknow.Iknow.Look,I...they'

vegotchickenpox.

Chickenpox?

Tha