Emily: "I'm gonna be pretty vague, but I do think this Biology notebook might have information about Ali's murder."
Pam: "Let me just quickly hand this over to Detective Wilden, and then probably we'll never discuss it again."
Spencer, who has not stopped crying, puts on some mascara and tries to pull herself together for her date with Toby while a very sad song plays. Oh, Spencer. Eventually she just breaks down and then gets it together and then loses it again and it's just so sad. Of all the times to lose your pull-it-together power. Finally she falls back on rage -- close enough -- and heads out.
Hanna: "Drunk teen comin' through!"
Emily: "Why do you smell like tequila?"
Hanna: "Gin, actually. I wasn't drinking, it was just a solo mission I effed up as usual."
Emily: "Why were you at a bar?"
Hanna: "It wasn't a lesbian one, I can tell you that much."
Wilden: "Ladies, thanks for this Biology notebook! I'll make sure to hide it or burn it."
Hanna: "Fuck are we dealing with this tool for?"
Emily: "I forgot he was a cop. Oh hey, look at this picture of Wilden, just being 'hot' on a 'Beach' in 'Cape May.' Do you think that's a clue?"
Boom! Just won ten bucks from myself, bitches!
Hanna: "Without Spencer we are hopeless at even basic shit. We just fall apart into being separate useless Arias, fucking everything up for everybody. We need that girl back in fighting form,stat."
Emily: "I wasn't going to say it, but I was thinking it."
AND WHAT OF SPENCER?
Looking like the sexier, angrier version of a drowned person, Spencer heads into a diner to meet with... Not Toby at all! Some kind of Christopher Walken old dude who is clearly on the dirty side of the law. Oh, girl! What are you doing?
Dude: "Said you're eighteen, right?"
Spencer: "Sure, whatever. How does this work?"
He reaches for creamer and she jumps back. Girl, what are you doing? She hands over the key to the Lair, with a picture of Toby -- from which she rips herself, smartly -- and he kind of grins at how intense she's being, then heads out. When he's gone, she rips the picture into a million pieces, and I guess is just relieved he didn't ask for cash up front.