aria: that which does not kill me makes me stronger.
spencer: wow. friedrich nietzsche.
aria: yeah. nietzsche, yeah. not kelly clarkson.
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aria: that which does not kill me makes me stronger.
spencer: wow. friedrich nietzsche.
aria: yeah. nietzsche, yeah. not kelly clarkson.
mona: I don't mean to be a dick, but —
spencer: you just can't help it?
alison: mona, your breathing is so sad.
alison: stop breathing.
aria: come on, be positive!
emily: alright. I'm positive this is a bad idea.
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!
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.
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?
alison: I made that terrible financial decision all those years ago.
spencer: getting divorced?
mona: becoming a fugitive?
alison: I became a teacher.
[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?
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.
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.
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.
mona: everybody likes me.
emily: I don't.
mona: oh, you just say that emily.
emily: repeatedly!
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.
[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.
[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.