Hanna: "Jesus Christ. When I woke up this morning my biggest problem was having goaded a con artist into stealing from your boyfriend's church. Look at me now. Covering up the first vehicular manslaughter in Rosewood history that I wasn't directly party to."
Spencer: "I guess Ali was right. I guess Toby never forgave us for framing him for blinding his sister that time, sending him to juvie, that do-rag, and being Boo Radley."
Aria: "Which kind of means he swiped your v-card under some really icky circumstances. Trust me, I feel ya."
Emily: "No way, fuck you. Toby is the best. And he was in love with you. There has to be more to the story."
Spencer: "My words exactly. Those were literally my exact words. But trust me, I've been through the entire rollercoaster you're about get on, and it's not worth it. Let me illustrate for you my last several episodes of figuring this out."
Emily is not about to give up. It starts getting both frustrating and kind of appalling, watching her make this about her. I mean, in one way it's necessary because Spencer is crazy and always needs a control group, but in another way it's like, Time and Place, man. Deal with the broken wreckage of Spencer in front of you, not the hurt feelings of your BFF being a psycho.
Spencer, hissing: "You need to stop thinking about Toby as the person that you thought you knew, and start looking at him for who he really is. Look at the facts, Emily! Mona's with the decathlon team in New York, she couldn't have locked me in the steam room. That leaves Toby."
Emily: "Now would be the perfect time for me to point out that I have already stated at least once in every episode that the A-Team is bigger than two people, and Red Coat is the leader. But since it's the only time that would make sense for me to bring this up, I will not. Instead, I will give Toby a call and then go on to literally act out Spencer's entire storyline for the past several weeks."
Aria: "Who wants some of that sweet, sweet underage aaaaaHHH! Why is there a biracial seven-year-old in your living room? Why am I constantly walking in on other children in your apartment?"
Ezra: "Malcolm, this is Aria."
Malcolm: "Hello, Miss Aria. Is it Halloween?"
Aria: "No, I just dress like this. Why the hell are you here?"
Malcolm: "Mrs. Fitzgerald evicted us after Ezra blatantly told her to, so now we're his problem. And, it would seem, yours."