Bree: Open the door please.
Andrew (off screen): Hang on.
(Andrew opens his door.)
Andrew: What?
Bree: Can I come in?
Andrew: No.
Bree: Well, I want to talk to you.
Andrew: Then talk.
(Bree folds her arms across her chest.)
Bree: Where were you last night?
Andrew: Brian's.
Bree: I spoke to Brian's mother. Now tell me again where you were last night and this time don't lie to me.
Andrew: Where did you say dad was again? In Philadelphia?
Bree: Andrew, don't change the subject.
Andrew: I'm sorry. I thought the subject was telling lies. I called dad's cell phone and I know he moved out.
Bree: Well, it's just temporary and-I thought it would upset you, so I was protecting you.
Andrew: Whatever. You lied, so stop pretending like you have some sort of moral authority.
Bree: Andrew, just because I chose not to share my marital problems with you does not give you the right to be rude.
Andrew: How about driving my father away? Do I get to be rude then?