(Therapy Anne? Ian? Poor Hermie that you tried to murder? Vanished Maya? Alison? Jonah? )
Liars: "Anyway, Mona, we're also keeping all kinds of shit from you, too."
Mona: "Well, I've got a pretty good idea..."
Spencer, hilariously: "Oh, by all means."
Mona: "Which one of you is the best at lying to people that you love?"
Except yes. Emily can't lie for shit without busting some more ulcers everywhere; Spencer doesn't love anybody except her own craziness and whoever her sister is dating; and Hanna loves everybody so it doesn't count. All that's left is Aria, the girl who was so bad at hiding her teenage love affair that only the machinations of a ghost ninja and a gay one could keep her secret safe.
But yeah, for this particular plan it makes a certain amount of sense. I mean, you can't just use Spencer for every mission, because even the parents are afraid of her at this point, so you put a little english on it. Zig when they think you're gonna zag. Ask Aria to do anything useful, ever, and see what happens.
But if she walks into the police station -- or Ashley's house -- wearing a paper-bag mask with an Aria face drawn on it, I may faint.
Peter: "If you don't want to slow-dance with the killer of your best friend, I can always quote get the DJ to pump up the jams a little."
Spencer: "Stop, please."
Peter: "Come on! Bust a move with your old man."
Spencer: "First of all, you're not doing your Hottest Dad ranking any favors, and second of all, you had a bastard child and then paid off my best friend for blackmailing you and then murdered her."
Peter: "Well, none of that is really very true."
Spencer: "Look, let's just go home. I've got complicated schemes to deal with anyway."
Aria: "Can we leave? Like right now? I have to go taint my self-righteousness."
Byron: "Sure, let's just hop in the picture booth..."
Aria: "YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT I'M NOT YOUR LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE"
Byron: "I just thought we could take a... I mean, there's nobody in there, and we dressed up..."
Aria: "I'M SORRY BUT I'M JUST NOT"
Byron: "Okay, whatever you want."
Aria: "WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME"
EXT ROSEWOOD HIGH
Spencer, catching her breath after all that yellin', sees a bright light zooming directly at her, up the street in front of the school. Is it a UFO? Is it God? Is it the big psychotic break we've all kind of been waiting for? No, it is a faceless Bad Boy in a leather jacket, a Cool Rider. Spencer aches for him immediately; somewhere inside, she knows who it is. Only one person could be cool enough to be this cool, and it burns her, through and through: Toby Cavanaugh. Because when you think dangerous bad-ass on a motorcycle, you think Toby Cavanaugh.