Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So, what do you think? - Hold on.

Got me. I don't know what goes on at slumber parties.

I wish I knew you were coming for a fitting.

- You mean Western. - What?

So, what's on your mind?

...about Mike, and I made an appointment for him...

Nos Animadverto Totus. N.A.T.

I know he was going through my room.

I practically killed myself trying to make those girls like me.

- Let me stop dry-heaving first. - Okay, it's not that bad.

I just want to make sure we're still cool, Jason.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

"Jason DiLaurentis. N.A.T. Club."

- You're really tiny, and I love you. - I love you too.

You've probably been going since middle school, right?

Can you tell Mike that? Because he does not wanna go.

You have to work with the animal...

...but why don't I come up with a few people who might be right for him?

...you took of me sleeping.

I thought they were, like, totally sold out.

What does it matter anymore? It's over, right?

...if I tighten the waist and shorten it...

So anything else you want to accuse me of?

We could've all tried on dresses.

- I wanted to talk-- - Why do you have those pictures of me?

GIRL 1: Oh, my God, that was hilarious. GIRL 2: I know.

Okay. I'll be back in a sec.

I feel kind of strange even bringing it up, but, um...

- So, what did your father have to say? - Nothing much.

- How's Aria? - Better, I think. Thank you.

If I had just looked up during that massage, we'd know who A is.

So it's a table for one.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

So I embellished a little bit.

Look, we started out hiding this relationship so we could have one...

I thought we had an agreement, but you don't seem to care about that anymore.

Jason, you have to admit, this just all looks really bad.

That was so weird. I've never seen one bite before.

- What are you doing here? - Your mother let me in.

Oh, come on. You're not still scared of me, are you?

I know what you're thinking.

...we've been thinking that A and the killer are the same person.

In Rosewood, all roads seem to lead back to this house.

...and let the kids scavenge through them like hungry pigeons.

I'm sorry I snapped at you.

- Heh, no. - The truth is I do care about you.