Part III :
Bree: Gaby... Gabrielle: Bree! What's up? Bree: Well, um, Michelle Downing asked me to speak to you. I don't know if you heard, but I'm catering her birthday party— Gabrielle: I heard. I can't wait. Ooh, I was gonna ask you should I wear the navy blue Chanel or the red sleeveless dress? Bree: You can't come. Sorry. I just had to rip the band-aid off. Gabrielle: What? She's disinviting me? Bree: It's not personal. You know how Carlos just started at the club? Well, her guests are all members, and she thinks they might find it awkward socializing with...staff. Gabrielle: She called us "staff"? Bree: Oh, Gaby, it's just one Gabrielle: No! It's not just one party! It's the kickoff to the whole social season. If people see we're off Michelle's list, then we'll be off everyone's. And then it's gonna be the start of our slow slide from gowns and galas to flip-flops and keggers! Okay, if Carlos working at the club is the problem, then tell her he just quit. Bree: Oh, hon, I don't think that's gonna fly. He's already rubbed too many members. Gabrielle: What's happened to my life? We used to have help. Now we are the help! party. I'll save you some cake.