Maya Text: "Dear Emily, everything is fine. Please tell no one. I hope the filth doesn't give you too much heat."
Emily: "Ugh, just when you think you're out."
Spencer: "Toby, you're back in town and squiring your sister-rapist around again, I see."
Toby: "I have had some delicious Kool-Aid while I was becoming strangely sexy, and no longer interested in you playing me off against my sister. Have you heard of Stockholm Syndrome? I have that. With the Cyclops."
Spencer: "Possibly you should rethink your position vis-a-vis this Jenna Thing Thing."
Toby: "Just you saying that makes me really mad for some reason. The reason is that I am a crazy person."
Spencer: "I can't help thinking this is my fault."
Toby: "Yeah. It is. And she is going to destroy you entirely. Have fun with Wren until he falls off a roof."
Spencer: "So we're broken up? Just like that? I lie to you about my new boyfriend, blow you in the pickup truck that I bought you, get you thrown off a roof, refuse to speak to you no matter how much you beg, and suddenly I'm the bad guy?"
Jenna: "Toby. Heel."
Spencer: "I'm out."
Jenna: "Spencer? Guess if I spotted you by Cyclops eye or just my usual sense of vibes and creeping."
Hanna: Jumps the fuck out of their way as they're passing; feels bad for Spence.
Duncan: "Is your name really Aria?"
Aria: "Yeah, of course. Why?"
Duncan: "First of all, because I'm so sure you're named that or anybody is. And secondly, because you were dressed up as your friend who was also dressing up as this third entity. One must assume..."
: "Duncan, I am being totally straight with you. Thanks for driving over from a nearby town in the middle of the morning while all the blind monsters are roaming the halls biting freshmen."
Duncan: "In Brookhaven that's just a regular day."
Aria: "I want to ask what you know but without telling you anything. So you know that Alison's name was Alison? And that she is dead. You know that, right?"
Duncan: Starts crying. He's been in Florida gettin' gayer this whole time so he didn't know any of this, or else he is lying. Either way, he paces and gnaws on his knuckles. Alison is still dead.
Aria: "They don't know who did it. The cops think we did it, but they're wrong, and we don't care what they think. It has been a long, long tale of secrecy and shame. I am only now beginning to know myself, as a woman and as a..."
Duncan: "I recognize you now. Vivian said Alison had four friends and one of them was constantly being, like... How you're being right now. Horrible."
Aria: "She talked about us? How flattering! What about A, did she ever talk about A? Or any other letter of the alphabet that was about killing her all the time?"
Duncan: "Yeah, we shouldn't talk about this right here in public. Due to what you just said. I know a little place on the outskirts of Brookhaven where it's always the golden hour and the trees never have leaves and everything is silent except for the screaming of the unhoused spirits..."
Aria: "So it's a date, then!"
Duncan: "Let's not use that word. Hey, so when she died? I saw her that weekend. I hope that doesn't come as a surprise that she was meeting with even more fucking people in even more fucking places."