Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I'm sorry for speaking.

...but Alison was just straight-up evil.

It was all in his shrink's file.

Can you blame me? She makes a big deal about going, then bails.

She was up here with Toby.

I mean, she had snakes coming out of her head.

Her boyfriend. Her date.

Why did you think I would take Maya to the dance?

You know, last year's picture of the homecoming queen outside the gym.

Ha, ha. It's okay. The leprosy cleared up.

- What is going on with you? - Leave me alone.

People who have more free time than I do. Which is hard to imagine.

Yes. Of course we have milk.

I wanted to confirm tomorrow's interview.

I couldn't bring myself to ask.

- What? - "901 free at last"?

Use that one. It is what it is.

Because I'm trying this new thing called being honest with myself.

"Ask your father if he plans to take the car in this week."

- So where is Toby now? Do you know? - We don't know.

- I'm not... - Or I'm just too trusting.

I think I know what I want.

When she wanted to, she could make someone feel really special.

You have milk, don't you?

Well, I think you look even better than you did last night.

Spencer, I've never seen your picture there before, I swear.

Did you know that Aria had been skipping her classes?

- Don't go after kids twice your size. - I am not thinking about Mom and Dad.

...but then you took that picture with Maya.

As in, am I not keeping close enough tabs on our children?

- Deal with what? - Mike has never picked a fight before.

He's not in. I'm his sub, Ms. Shepard.

Well, the truth is in the file.

And please don't forget to bring your New York certification.

Something weird's going down at her house.

Did you think I wouldn't let you go to homecoming...