Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's it. Heh.

She called me Hermie the Hermaphrodite for three years...

You know, find a smile somewhere.

What do you mean?

Laundry service was laundering more than napkins.

Hey, it's from Alex.

- Are you talking to him or me? - Hanna, don't push it, okay?

Has Emily said anything more about how she was hurt?

- I could Photoshop pants on you. - We're done.

Why were you friends with this person?

They can also prove I broke into his shrink's office.

I'm not gonna lose any more sleep either.

- I think I like that one the best. - Really?

- What are you doing? - We need candid shots.

Yeah. Go on up. But just for a bit. She needs her rest.

Doesn't matter if you're queen bees or worker bees.

Now that the police are looking for that file and people think he's...

- Who did this? - Not me. It's the bitch board.

- Yes. - You know what? You're right.

Uh, looks like he came home...

She and her mother baked you some cookies.

I called and left a message on your cell and...

Okay? The devil has a name and it's Toby.

...when you're the one who threw this family into chaos.

- Ha, ha. - Who's this?

Officer, my daughter doesn't lie.

Uh, according to the school's guest list, she went with Toby Cavanaugh.

So is Toby dead?