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aria: come on, be positive!

emily: alright. I'm positive this is a bad idea.

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spencer: as a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. your plans suck.

hanna: I know, which is why I called you!

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alison: look, it was actually nice to see you. say hi to hanna and tell mona to go fuck herself.

[later]

emily: -and then she said, "say hi to hanna and mona."

mona: weird, she usually tells me to go fuck myself.

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aria: I thought you were watching hanna!

emily: I thought you were watching hanna!

alison: hanna put marbles in the toilet.

spencer: what the hell were you thinking?

hanna: that they'd flush?

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alison: I made that terrible financial decision all those years ago.

spencer: getting divorced?

mona: becoming a fugitive?

alison: I became a teacher.

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[after getting hit by the car]

hanna: I am a victim of a hate crime. emily knows what I'm talking about.

emily: that's not what a hate crime is.

hanna: well, I hated it a lot, okay?

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emily: we need you to create a diversion. we have got to get out of this house.

spencer: what happened to hanna's diversion?

emily: hanna doesn't know what a diversion is, apparently. she just ran directly into the house.

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spencer: look me in the eyes and tell me you don't have feelings for emily.

alison: I don't have feelings for her.

spencer: you are nowhere near my eyes.

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emily: did you know female athletes are twice as likely to sustain concussions than male athletes? that means, given your athletic prowess, you're like a zillion times more likely to end up with a traumatic brain injury.

hanna: when did you start reading spencer's medical journals?

emily: it's not in some medical journal, that's from a much higher source—ESPN sportscenter.

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mona: everybody likes me.

emily: I don't.

mona: oh, you just say that emily.

emily: repeatedly!

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hanna [holding up a picture]: you should get this one framed as a reminder of your night, spencer.

spencer: I'm not in that one.

hanna: I know, but it's stunning of me.

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[in the dollhouse]

spencer: where are we?

mona: come on. do the math.

spencer: it's not that simple. there are freaky masks and blinding lights and you're here...oh my god. we're in hell.

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[about alison faking her disappearance]

aria: part of me isn't even mad.

spencer: well, can I talk to the part that is? we have shit to do.

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mona: I actually had a really smart idea.

alison: I find that hard to believe.

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aria: get me a vodka rocks.

emily: aria, it's breakfast.

aria: and a piece of toast.