Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Spencer. - Take it. It's yours.
Well, trust me, it's going great.
- Refill? - Thanks.
- I feel your pain. - What are you talking about?
I know this not being able to see your friends...
...isn't a good idea right now.
She said he'd tell her where he was once she had drugs...
...the whole "not seeing your friends" thing...
She wanted meds. Supplies.
...should probably extend to the school hallways, as well.
Do you know what it's gonna be like in yearbook tomorrow?
No.
You know, you've come a long way from being one of Alison's posse.
Which I also thought was cool.
I would be.
- You need to leave this alone. - I can't leave this alone.
- Mike, breakfast. MIKE: I'll grab something later.
- Actually, it wasn't even really-- - Hanna. Breathe.
Then, I'm gonna need answers, and I'm not getting them here.
Well, let me make it a bit easier for you.
They never will be.
- What's that? - Well, take a look.
Oh, my friend over there.
Yeah?
More than I want.
Wow. My week's really shaping up.
Because that's what happens when we're the girls who cried wolf.
I'll bet you're pretty impressed with yourself right now, aren't you?
Yeah, I think so.
Ugh. The rat fall in the fry oil again? Because last time--
Let's forget about today. Where have you been every other day?