Jason: "Oh right, that cop that statutory raped my dead sister? Yeah, that's been on my mind."
Emily: "Because like we're always fond of saying, just because CeCe Drake says something doesn't mean it's true. Even though it totally always is."
Jason: "Wait, this is a CeCe Drake thing? Shit, and here I am back on the wagon."
Emily: "You see, it all started with a picture of a fish. Frat guys with a fish."
Jason: "On a boat?"
Emily: "Yeah? Like, they were fishing, so..."
Jason: "Because I randomly just remembered a picture I saw one time of Alison on a boat. Does that ever happen to you?"
Emily: "Girl, constantly."
Jason: "Anyway I already called Wilden and left him a little message about this."
Emily: "You're new to this game so let me just skip to the end. We need to go find that random picture of Alison on a boat one time."
Jason: "How will that help?"
Emily: "In the long run, not at all. Short term, one of us will get attacked by someone in a black hoodie."
Melissa: "Do you want some lemon juice on your broccoli? I've found it really brings out the horribleness."
Dr. Wren: "Pip pip! Any Hastings ladies in the hizz? Show me them crumpets."
Melissa: "Flip you for it. Wait, why is Dr. Wren here?"
Spencer: "Apparently when a pretty girl goes crazy it works like a pheromone. Hot dudes from the area have been showing up all day long."
Dr. Wren: "It's a jolly 'oliday indeed!"
Spencer: "Have you ever noticed how bizarre that song is? It's just Mary Poppins singing about what a cool bro the chimney sweep is because he never tried to rape her."
Melissa: "You know what, I have to go to a Mystic Falls Festival of some kind. I'm missing one right now actually, but the one that is in six seconds I cannot miss. Wren, you're good to babysit?"
Dr. Wren: "I got a call from somebody that said you have lost your damn mind, and since I now work in the mental health industry I thought I should come by. And have sex with you."
Spencer: "What are your thoughts on electroconvulsive therapy?"
Dr. Wren: "Never on the first date! Boom! But seriously, are you crazy?"
Spencer: "I am fucking out of my tits, Dr. Wren. But don't worry about it."
Dr. Wren: "This is not the first time I have seen a young lady of Rosewood take a hard left like this. If you're unraveling, I want a front-row seat."