Emily Doll, All Pain Cream & Anxiety: "I'm taking you to her! Go alone!"
Cops: "On the record, yes, it was an anonymous tip that led authorities to the suspects, but that's all I can give you right now."
Throngs of Rosewood Paparazzi:: "But what were they even doing? Was there some kind of corpse or something? Why are they all covered in dirt and looking fantastic in there?"
Cops: "Don't you know how a framing device works? Watch the fucking episode."
Spencer: Stares through the one-way glass at Wilden with the most terrifying fucking death glare you have ever seen in your life. I am now convinced that she not only killed Alison, but probably everybody. She is probably to blame for all deaths, even on other shows. She killed Rosie Larsen and was just like, "Deal with it." But they couldn't.
HANKIES & HASTINGS
Wren: "I can't stop thinking about when I molested you, that was so awesome. To be honest I was barely listening while you were talking about your vague reasons for breaking up with that landscaper or carpenter or whatever. Boo Radley, you know the one."
Spencer: "I don't have time to reminisce about the time you molested me. Maybe some other time. I have mad respect for how hot you are. But right now I have to quash all of my emotions about the breakup so I can help ruin a wedding and then dig my therapist out of the ground or something."
Wren: "Classic Spencer. Always repressing something."
Spencer: "You have no idea how robotic I actually am inside. For example, thanks for the use of your dandy's handkerchief, now you need to advise me on the protocol of how I return it to you. Because it is soiled, you see, with my mucus."
Wren: "Okay, I'm going to try one more time to support your relationship before this dazzling smile of mine goes into overdrive. Are you sure you didn't break up with him prematurely? Nobody's perfect. You, almost. But not quite."
Spencer: "Trust me, not even Rosewood's own Boo Radley, who got raped by a blind girl and framed for a murder and then kids would throw rocks at his head, not even that guy is prepared for the trauma I am capable of inflicting on him."
Wren: "Then here comes the charm. Fancy a joke about me driving heavy machinery?"
Spencer: "Right, because you're so effete and beautiful and lithe. Good one!"
Wren: "So can I kiss you or what?"
Spencer: "Sure, I guess. Whatever."
He does. Nice. Lucky old bird.
Spencer: "Your timing stinks. Not just because I am in the middle of three horrible situations and just broke up with my boyfriend that I'm in love with, but also because I am a child."
Wren: "Bollocks! And farewell."