Which is not to say that I wish terrible madness on Aria Montgomery, because there's grace in being well-adjusted too, just that those giant Shusher eyeballs of hers have never seen the darkness. (And it says a lot too, I think, that we can even bear to tell stories about broken women in the first place -- that there are enough women writers in the industry now that it's even allowed, to posit this happening. This new kind of TV human.) It's only to say that I get a lot of personal peace from knowing that fixed is not the same as unbroken, but there's no shame in it either: A broken bone, once healed, is always stronger than it was before.
Dr. Wren (!): "I'll see your primary-striped sweater over a lace-aproned black-velvet Downton Abbey midi-skirt and million straps hanging off your random huge purse raise you a multicolored neon leisure suit that makes me look like a Batman villain, or somebody that knows the secret truth about government loans available to you."
Hanna: "I am not Hanna. I am somebody named Rivers, okay?"
Wren: "I'm here volunteering, as I often do. Quid pro quo."
Hanna: "I don't know what that means, but she was one of the great loves of my life, and she owes me some damn answers."
Wren: "The thing about crazy people is, you are not going to get those."
Wren takes her off to talk about it, and the camera screeches over to the cracked door, where Mona is secretly staring.
Spencer: "Be naked! It's so great!"
Toby: "Okay, let's make out. My giant crazy face on your face. Wear all my clothes!"
Spencer: "You know how I said we can't have sex? Scratch that."
Toby: "I am going to put clothes on and then you won't want to do me anymore."
Spencer ignores another call from Unknown while Toby tries to talk to her about the lakehouse alibi, and they kiss and are cute. Spencer! What is your creepy secret these days? Who is calling you?