Emily: "Smells like crazy in here. How you doing?"
Spencer: "Crazy. Show me your evidence so I can decide to burn it."
Emily: "It is one of twenty-five postcards I left in Ali's casket. Which sounds nuts right now, but will make more sense later."
Spencer: "And on it, in my beautiful French, I see it says Stop digging, the cops already know you're capable of murder. So I guess we stop digging."
Emily: "Oh my God, I killed like one guy. A is such a bitch."
Spencer: "Like everyone else on this show, I just want to say that you shouldn't feel guilty about killing Cousin Nate."
Emily: "Like I'm gonna tell everybody else on this show, shut up. I gotta go."
Emily: "Wait. Spencer, are you sure you're not going nuts? Because like, I don't know what happened with Toby exactly and every time we bring it up, you shatter whatever you're holding in your hand. But think about how last week Hanna saw Paige with a cute girl and assumed she was cheating on me, when it turned out she was just a Halloween Store employee from the webisodes trying to figure out who bought the Queen of Hearts costume..."
Spencer: "AND? Was it Toby? Were those Toby's man-hands wearing those fake acrylic nails? Because that is just one more thing I cannot fucking handle."
Emily: "Who knows. My point is that things are not always as terrible as they seem."
Spencer: "On this show, that is a patent falsehood. But still, you've given me much to go insaner about."
Hanna: "So this brother, is he cute?"
Aria: "Shit yeah he's cute. Not only in looks but in every way, he's like the weird perfect mix of me and Ezra put together, kinda like how Superboy was Superman's kid with Lex Luthor and nobody ever notices how bizarre that is. It's hot, I won't lie. But he's kind of pretentious."
Hanna: "Ironic. Anyway, I have to go railroad Caleb into werewolf reminiscences. Give me those earrings so I can burn them."
Aria: "No. Still for no real reason."
Emily: "Thanks for letting me come to your temporary office."
Anne: "Thanks for trusting me with your mental health after I screwed you over a bunch of times."
Emily: "You're no more compromised than the rest of us. Hey, remember that girl who blackmailed you and was A? She's back at school. Wearing amazing outfits."
Anne: "My therapy can work wonders, it's true. Are you here to complain about that girl? Because I'm pretty sure we're being watched, and I don't want to end up just another pair of Tory Burches and a drinking straw, buried outside a barn."