Emily: "I stopped looking back when I popped that motherfucker in the gut, Paige. Killing people changes you, it changes what's important. But you're right, our safety is of the utmost concern. So let's go to a swim team party in the woods."
ELLA-ELLA-ELLA! HEY! HEY! HEY!
Part of this amazing 1984 quote is on the board, so I guess we've moved on to a new novel this semester:
Sometimes they threaten you with something -- something you can't stand up to, can't even think about. And then you say, "Don't do it to me, do it to somebody else, do it to So-and-so."
And here's the rest. The tough part.
...And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just said it to make them stop and didn't mean it. But that isn't true. At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there's no other way of saving yourself, and you're quite ready to save yourself that way. You want it to happen to the other person. You don't give a damn what they suffer. All you care about is yourself.
Ella: "Two questions. First of all, what is with your skirt? Mini in the front, party in the back. You look like J. Lo. Secondly, do you have those 'print' 'newspapers'?"
Aria: "Yes. Newspapers 'exist.' Here are some."
Ella: "I am still freaked out by the Halloween Train Massacre. Not because Garrett Reynolds is dead -- fuck that guy for no reason -- but because it needlessly distracted people from Maya's death, which was already needlessly distracting people from Alison's death."
Aria: "Speaking of Alison's death..."
Ella: "Man, why did I just bring that up? I don't want you asking questions about that."
Aria: "...You and Dad were at a Hollis faculty barbecue that night?"
Ella: "Yeah, sorry we were so hung over the next day. When your friend was found dead."
Ella: "I stole a bottle of wine from the party and we opened it back at home. It was a warm night..."
Aria: "I remember. Warm, until the storm blew in."
Ella: "And we conked out. Missed your call. I still feel like shit."
Meredith sees Aria and Ella talking, and decides that it's her business even though it is none of her business. Go work on your turnout, bitch.