LADIES WHO LUNCH
Paige: "You made me lunch? With kale in it? We are such lesbians."
Emily: "Wait, it gets even more intense. I want to talk to you about going into therapy."
Paige: "Already found somebody to talk to. We're meeting up this very afternoon."
Emily: "Does she wear Tory Burch boots? Because she will really get what you're going through. Being ancillary to my ghost-stalking experiences eventually destroys everyone around me. You could start a club."
Paige: "Kind of like that, yes."
I gotta say, this new form of crazy is really working for Paige. She looks lovely. I know we like it when dresses like bikers and Prince Valiant or whatever, I'm not trying to take away from that, I'm just saying she looks nice.
Hanna: "Emily, I know you're emotionally processing and I hate to interrupt that particular neverending conversation, you know I do, but Aria is sick and Spencer's anniversary is tonight and I have a meeting with Philly's hottest designer, Corin..."
Emily: "Spy games? Spit it out, lady."
Hanna: "Caleb's doing some secret Mona-related stuff and I need you to run recon."
Emily: "I am like the least stalker person on this entire show. I am not your girl for this."
Hanna: "Just stay far enough away so he doesn't see you, but not so far that you lose him."
Emily: "And if he does?"
Hanna: "Lie to his gorgeous little werewolf face. Listen, it's easy. Ashley used to get drunk and take me out to spy on my dad, like, all the time."
Emily: "Any time one of us seems to have the most fucked up family, a statement like that comes popping out of somebody else's mouth."
Meredith: "Ella! I was just coming to see you."
Ella: "That's horrible, why would you do that?"
Meredith: "To lie to you about your sick daughter. And rub your face in how I've been caring for her while she's ill. Through poison."
Ella: "I'll give her a call. Thanks for acting human for like one second."
Meredith: "Hey, if she sounds really loopy ask her to leave any diary pages she might have just lying around, okay?"