Spencer: "Well, I am definitely stalking the team to Lewisburg tonight. Get some last-minute clutch action. If there's anything I can do to prove I'm not out of my... Hang on."
Spencer barks in Mona's face, like, as a spitty aside. Mona can't believe it! And by "can't believe it" I mean, "Eats it up with a spoon looking fabulous."
Spencer: "As I was saying..."
Hot Andrew: "Yeah, we're done here."
Emily: "Heeeey, crazy. Can we chat?"
Spencer: "No, I have to go put on lipstick that goes around and around my mouth until it has covered up my whole face."
Emily: "Later, then?"
Spencer: "There is no later. There is only the Now of Wolf Thought."
Spencer puts on some sunglasses, the better to look an utter mess, but scratched on the inside of the lenses it says, "YOU RAT OUT T, I TAKE DOWN 1 OF YOUR 3. - A." Notably, the "a" in "rat" and "take" remains uncapitalized. Is that a clue to another A? Anyway, Spencer's real-life tragedy now lines up with the heightened-reality thing in a soothing way: The best thing about this show, always: Science-fiction ghost-slut metaphor making the internal external.
She can't talk to them about Toby because she's in pain, like a feral animal in a cave, but she can't talk to them about the Why of Toby because they will die. Classic PLL move, all the more notable for the slow burn it took to get there. Now when she goes running off, it could be because she's hurting too much to be a friend -- but we know it's also because of that.
Aria: "Let's shake down the teacher who coaches the team."
Hanna: "Is that not Hot Andrew? Are you suggesting that Hot Andrew is our same age?"
Aria: "Bored with Spencer's problems. Just in the time you said that. Hey, why are you MapQuesting Amish Country? Or in fact MapQuesting anything?"
Hanna: "I'm trying to find out which stable Uncle Jamie works at."
Aria: "Oh because I thought you were shopping for an Amish horse. What's this about Caleb again?"
Hanna: "I think his uncle might actually be his..."
Aria: "Oh right. Who cares, shut up about that. Oh look, Ezra's mom is calling me."
Hanna, verbatim: "Ew!"
Aria: "Mrs. Fitzgerald! Ruined any families lately? Sold any of your kids out? ...No, no certainly I have not been hanging out with Wesley. Good day."