Caleb: "That was awful. Thanks for making me do that."
Hanna: "Sorry, I just thought it was important. Because of this episode's themes."
Caleb: "Shut it down, Hanna. I've moved on."
Hanna: "Have you? Because here's a picture of you as a baby."
Caleb: "I was adorable even then."
Hanna: "I'm pretty sure it came out of Jamie Doyle's wallet. Because he is your..."
Caleb: "Uncle. No way. Drop it. Shut it down."
Hanna: "There is absolutely no way I'm letting this go. Dealing with my own daddy issues caused more fucking chaos than anything I've ever done, and I want you to have the same opportunity. You too can know the glory of making a girl barf shrimp onto a wedding dress."
Mona: "Therapy Anne! I was just lurking in your office waiting room with this orchid that clearly has a radio transceiver in it."
Anne: "How nice to see you, A. Emily was not kidding about your fantastic outfits."
Mona: "I just wanted you to know that I'm doing so much better. I want to really repay you for what you did for/to me! Just repay the shit out of you. Put this bugged orchid in your temporary office immediately!"
Anne: "I will totally not be doing that. Also, I'm getting the fuck on up out of Rosewood for a while, so don't bother stalking me. Unless we're working together, and this whole scene is a red herring."
In her like third music video moment of the week, she opens up the Lair to find that Toby is completely gone. This occurs to the soundtrack of like the Offspring. I humbly suggest that all of Spencer's scenes from now on are scored completely with ten-year-old sounding screamo punk. It really lends this Toby shit some texture, especially now that we know about his prison yard roots. (Or maybe this?) I want to feel bad for Spencer because she's phenomenal, but watching her lose her shit is so, so satisfying that I also kind of want more and more horrible things to continue to happen to her. Emily and Hanna respond so reasonably to the shit that happens to them that it's really only Spencer you can rely on to go bughouse with any regularity.
Liars: "So I guess after the fiftieth funeral we don't really stand on ceremony, huh? I mean this is some gorgeous set design, but why are we the only people here?"
Jason: "Everybody else must have moved on."
Gravestone: "Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality."
Hanna: "Huh. That's creepy."
Aria: "Uh, it's Emily Dickinson?"
Everybody, Forever: "Shut the hell up, Aria. Jesus."