- Emily Fields: How are you? Really.
- Hanna Marin: I'm in purgatory. A condition of temporary punishment and suffering, from which I may never leave. I looked it up. Along with everything I could find on prosecuting minors and state minimums for third-degree Federal offenses. That was before they took away my Internet.
- Toby Cavanaugh: I'm starving. Let's grab something to eat.
- Spencer Hastings: I'm not hungry. I mean, I have a large pit in my stomach, but I'm not hungry.
- Toby Cavanaugh: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You definitely need to eat something. I'm not driving back to Rosewood with low-blood-sugar Spencer. That's worse than no-caffeine Spencer.
- Spencer Hastings: Wow. Your girlfriend sounds awesome.
- Hanna Marin: [after being questioned, sees her father] They called you?
- Tom Marin: They're keeping the gun. For testing.
- Hanna Marin: What kind of testing?
- [he just fumes]
- Hanna Marin: Dad!
- Linda Tanner: The kind of testing that determines whether your Dad's gun was used to kill a police officer. I'll be in touch.
- [Hanna, her eyes red with lack of sleep, squirms as her parents glare at her]