Episode 01.20 - "Fear No More" Mary Alice: "Since she was a little girl, Susan Mayer wanted to be a mother in the worst way. And from the first day she brought Julie home from the hospital, she was." Zach: "Ms. Mayer, I am so sorry. It's just, one pebble wasn't working, so I tried a whole handful." Susan: "Ow, ow." Zach: "Look, I'll make it up to you." Susan: "Oh, how? Are you gonna give me your corneas?" Julie: "Mom, lay back." Zach: "I just wanted to talk to Julie. She hasn't been returning my phone calls." Julie: "Well, I'm here now. What do you want?" Zach: "Come on, Julie. I just want to see you again. You know, talk, hang out." Julie: "Maybe it would be better if we just cooled it for a while, okay?" Zach: "Why?" Susan: "Well, you just threw rocks in her mother's face. How's that for a start?" Mary Alice: "Spring comes every year to Wisteria Lane. It's the time when flowers start to bloom, when butterflies emerge from their cocoons, when bees begin to search for nectar. Spring is also the time when a young man's fancy turns to obsession." George: "Hello there." Bree: "Oh, my heavenly days. Rex, look! It's George." George: "It's nice to see you, Bree. Dr. Van de Kamp." Rex: "George." George: "So, how's your health?" Rex: "Not good, and my cardiologist is an idiot." Bree: "The doctor upped his dosage twice, and it's still not helping." George: "I'm sure it'll all work itself out. You know, it's funny running into you both. I happen to have extra tickets to a bonsai exposition in Mt. Pleasant Friday night. Would you like to go?" Bree: "I would love to. Rex?" Rex: "A whole evening of bonsai trees? Wouldn't it just be easier to shoot me?" George: "Probably." Bree: "Do you know, I have finally convinced Rex to buy his first orchid." George: "Make sure you study up. I hate people who own precious flowers who don't know how to take proper care of them." Rex: "You know what I hate? Weeds. They just pop up out of nowhere, and you have to work so hard to get rid of them." George: "I find with the right chemicals, you can get rid of almost anything." Gabrielle: "I'm throwing my husband a going-away party." Saleswoman: "Really? Where's he going?" Gabrielle: "It's, um, it's a sort of government-sponsored sabbatical." Saleswoman: "How long is he gonna be gone?" Gabrielle: "Eight months. Six with good behavior." Gabrielle: "You know, and another thing, I don't want a four-door. I want a sexy little convertible, and I want to buy one right now!" Saleswoman: "I'll go start the paperwork." Gabrielle: "Well, not this one. I vomited in this one." Saleswoman: "Right. We'll find you a fresh one." Bree: "Honey, do your hands still tremble when they touch me?" Rex: "No. But come on, we've been married eighteen years." Bree: "Yes, we have. And you still don't know when I need you to lie." Martha: "How do you know Mary Alice?" Felicia: "Who?" Martha: "Mary Alice Young. She lives next door to me in Fairview. She's standing right here in this picture with you." Felicia: "That's Angela Forrest. We worked together at the rehab center fifteen years ago." Martha: "Don't be dense, Felicia. Don't you think I know my own neighbor?" Felicia: "Angela and I worked together with a very disturbed young woman who gave birth to a baby boy. About a year later, Angela and her husband disappeared. Not long after that, I heard that the child was missing, too. People said it was just a coincidence, but in my heart, I always hoped that she had given him a proper home." Martha: "Are you saying she stole the baby?" Felicia: "Don't look shocked, Martha. It makes your face look fat. The biological mother was a drug addict. If Angela really is your neighbor, which I doubt, then that child was very lucky." Lynette: "Watch your step! Tom and we're a team. Our marriage is rock solid. Nothing you do could ever break that up." Annabel: "Then why are you down here right now warning me?" Father Crowley: "You're pregnant?" Gabrielle: "Yes, and it's impossible. I am on the pill. Which I know you probably think is a sin, but it works. It's a ninety-nine point nine percent effective sin." Father Crowley: "Well, maybe it's in that one-tenth of a percent that God resides." Gabrielle: "Couldn't wait to throw that in, could you? Look, God is screwing with me. He doesn't like the way I live my life, so he's punishing me." Father Crowley: "Well, have you done something that would warrant being punished? The gardener? I thought that was over." Gabrielle: "Well, it was, and then, and, well, you just had to be there. Look, that's my point is I'd be an awful mother. I'm selfish, and I'm self-centered, and the only person more self-centered than me is Carlos. I mean, he's so self-centered that he doesn't even know how self-centered I am. We'd be terrible parents." Father Crowley: "Gabrielle, I'd like to help, but I'm not exactly sure what it is you want." Gabrielle: "You know, it's just, I want to know who to be angry at." Father Crowley: "Here's a thought. Don't be angry. Be thankful. Children are a gift, are they not?" Gabrielle: "I don't have time for this crap. I have a party to plan." Edie: "When I feel threatened by a woman, I pull her in. I make her my best friend." Lynette: "I thought you said you didn't have any female friends." Edie: "I don't. And I've never felt threatened by another woman, either." Annabel: "Hey, what you got there?" Twin: "It's a picture we painted." Annabel: "Oh, let me have a look at that." Twin: "It's all of us with mommy and daddy. We're really happy." Annabel: "Oh, that is so adorable. When did you do this?" Twin: "Today. Mom told us to." Lynette: "I just told them to paint something nice. The sentiment's all theirs." Twin: "But you told us to!" Lynette: "Hold on, honey. Grown-ups are talking." Mary Alice: "Spring comes every year to Wisteria Lane, but not everyone remembers to stop and smell the flowers. Some are too busy worrying about the future or mistakes they've made in the past. Others are preoccupied with not getting caught or thinking of ways to catch someone else. Still, there will always be a few who remember to take a moment and appreciate what spring has given them. Just as there will always be those who prefer to sit in the dark brooding over everything they've lost."