Hanna: "I see he's allying himself with my stepsister because of how I victimized her, to all appearances."
Emily: "Did you guys know I'm not on the swim team?"
Aria: "For what it's worth, I am dressed as a retina-burning hooker from Cool World."
Liars: "It's possible this is your most ass-ugly outfit ever. I like how the radioactive glowing safety-chartreuse reflective trim everywhere matches your reflective chartreuse whore wedges. It shows that -- despite all evidence -- you put some thought into this."
Aria: "It's so I don't get run over by cars. Or approached by anyone in a friendly manner."
Emily: "...Yeah, like I was saying, it turns out he's got a private sponsor on the hook and doesn't want any shovel-finding bitches sullying the school's name or pool. So I'm not on the swim team."
Liars, verbatim: "How much longer are we gonna have to pay for picking up that stupid shovel?"
Okay so now even the show knows that's ludicrous? I find that immensely comforting.
Aria: "Hey, Holden!"
Holden: "Hey, Arrrrrrrrrahhh what the fuck are you wearing?"
Aria: "I'm in a contest with Björk that she doesn't know about. Today might be the day I win."
Holden: "Help me affix this butcher paper to this wall without the use of thumbtacks or any visible means of support, and for no real reason I can fathom."
Aria: "I'm there, dude. How is your horrific bruise you're always getting so Luka about?"
Holden: "Just don't ask me how I am, Aria. Hey, would you hold up this butcher paper, still for no reason?"
Aria: "Sure. Now I can't move, so I guess I'll just stand here looking like a complete asshole in my stupid clothes."
Holden's Bag: Tosses out a big plastic bag o' pills.
Holden: Quickly, and somehow still adorable, gathers them up again.
But Nothing: Gets by old Aria Montgomery. Girlfriend is on the case.