This week Wisteria Lane becomes suburbia's version of a war zone. It all begins when Bob and Lee decide Wisteria Lane needs a touch of the Museum of Modern Art. So in their front yard they install a sculpture.
As Mary Alice tells us, it took workmen three hours to assemble the piece, but "sadly, it only took fifteen minutes for the residents of Wisteria Lane..."
"What the hell is it?"
"...to become art critics."
The wives get a gander at the thing which I like to think of as a silver corn stalk with an upside down trumpet on top. Next time "Dr. Who" needs a new alien, add a high-pitched, squeaky voice, some lights and they're good to go.
Susan: "I think it's a sculpture."
McCluskey: "I think it's crap."
Our lovable Queen Bree: "Of all the gay men in the world, we have to get the two without taste."
While Gabby thinks they're being punked, Kat is ready to take action. She asks about the Homeowners Association only to be told it's been dormant since the last president blew her brains out because she murdered a woman so she could keep her child.
Well Kat says if she were president of the association, she'd "get rid of this tin foil atrocity by the weekend."
Susan wants to take the moderate approach. As long as it's not her, maybe one of the wives should talk to Bob and Lee. McCluskey thinks Bree should do it because she "can relate to them."
When Bree asks what that means, McCluskey explains, "You got a kid who came flying out of the closet and a husband who's been looking for the doorknob."
Everyone stares. McCluskey shrugs, "Well, you met him."
Gotta love that McCluskey.
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