Aria: "Well, now that it's actually about me for once, I am at a loss."
Spencer: "Emily, put this diary in your jacket. We can read it later, or maybe burn it."
Emily: "Maybe we should just respect this dude's privacy?"
Spencer: "Maybe you should respect the chain of authority."
Aria: "Maybe both. I'll just rip out the pages willy-nilly, in a jagged crazy way that would tip even Harold off to what we just did."
Harold: "Who are you and why are you here?"
Spencer: "See, that stings. I can get why you'd forget Emily, but I had a whole conversation with you. I thought we bonded."
Harold snatches the pages out of Aria's hands like he knows they are important, and then they all stand around being scared for no reason. Toby shows up, says like three words, and they all run away like he saved them. From this guy that is just standing there. Aria manages to make snatching those pages back seem like a brutal assault somehow; I think it's the feral fuck-you glare in her eyes as she does it. It's frankly chilling.
Liars: "Oh my God, Toby. Thanks for walking down that short flight of stairs into a situation that was not dangerous in any way except we're all being huge drama queens."
Or maybe "Stealing Journal Pages From A Journal Which Was Itself Stolen By A Janitor" is one of those heavy Rosewood crimes that'll get you the electric chair. Like "Aggravated Finding A Hole," or "Second Degree Leaving Brains Around."
Anyway, moving on, because the second they get outside, Meredith explodes.
Dad: "No, I hadn't heard because my daughter's phone somehow ended up in my jacket pocket. Thanks for telling me."
Emily: "Was that the Army t-shirt store, calling to tell you they have more Army t-shirts available?"
Dad: "No, your Civics teacher blew up."
Emily: "Meredith blew up?"
Dad: "You call her by her first name? How terrifying. These kids today. Anarchists."
Emily: "You're worried that I call the woman by her first name? The woman somebody, probably a student, just blew up."
For a moment, Daddy Fields thinks about squeezing a handful of rusty nails until blood goes everywhere. This is why the federal system of checks and balances was created, man. Then he says this amazing little sumpin' sumpin':
"Maybe we should stop fighting about why I won't let you out, and start talking about why you're not letting me in."