Hanna's wrist is still killing her from that time Toby chased around a fake boutique full of mannequins, so she pops some frozen peas on there. Getting older is such bullshit. Why, I remember a time when Hanna could get run the hell over with a car, fly ten yards through the air, break both legs, and still have her ass up outta that wheelchair by the time the next lasagna party rolled around.
Ashley Marin! As I live and breathe. By God, it's good to see you. After all the shit that's happened lately, it's nice to see the moms back in play.
Ashley: "Don't let me interrupt you, I know how your wrist keeps you from doing anything besides constantly IMing Caleb to tell him you don't want to hang out. I'm only here for wine."
Literally. She pours herself a glass of wine first thing. Attagirl.
Hanna: "I don't want to talk about my wrist."
Ashley: "Do you want to talk about Mona? Because if you're feeling weird about school or you're getting stalked..."
Hanna: "I really don't want anybody else protecting me, don't worry about it."
Ashley: "Wait, are you saying Caleb's been tangling with Mona?"
Hanna: "He doesn't trust her, if that's what you mean. Just back off, okay? I'm doing this for you."
Byron: "My daughter and I both agree that Meredith is in desperate need of mental healthcare. Thanks for calling, Meredith's father who is the same age as me."
Aria: "Tell him I said she can go fuck herself, okay?"
Byron: "It's important to show compassion here, Aria. She's only ruined our family like four times. She only bonked you on the head and locked you in the basement like one time."
Aria: "I don't care about any of this. Why don't you tell me a weird story instead?"
Byron: "Can do. When you were a baby, I wouldn't let your mother use the fireplace because I was sure your dumb ass would fall in there the second I turned my back. And I guess in a way, I was right."