Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 4 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT One Thing About Boys
By Jacob Clifton | Season 3 | Episode 12 | Aired on 08.28.2012
Caleb grabs that gun, obviously. Maggie and Ezra chow on that Bundt cake because they're old and it doesn't matter, and Aria watches from the kitchen wondering how she ended up with these people in her life. Toby and Spencer come downstairs. She's wearing his t-shirt and looks absolutely lovely, and Toby puts a leather jacket on over his best qualities.
Spencer: "Did you get that random job in Bucks County just to get away from me?"
Toby: "No, but you asking me a shitty question like that makes me wish I did. In fact, there is no job in Bucks County and I am on the A-Team. How can you tell? Three little words."
Spencer: "I love you too! For reasons I refuse to explain!"
Toby: "Yep, I'm a murderer."
They embrace one last time, striking chin to striking chin, and over her shoulder his face makes a look of crazy robot murder that is usually reserved for Spencer's face. Good luck finding a boyfriend as wonderful as Teen Contractor Toby Cavanaugh, Spencer Hastings. You just go ahead and try.
LAIR
Mona stands in A's Lair, complete with all the usual things and including a new scary clown mask I don't remember -- maybe it's layering in for October? -- and she tells A there's been a change in plans. I have no idea what she means, but maybe it will make sense later or it already makes sense.
ALI'S GRAVE
Caleb: "[Egregious technobabble nonsense about him 'picking up the feed' from a 'voice-activated' 'app.']"
Liars: "So basically you're just going to leave your phone on, and we're going to leave our phone on?"
Caleb: "Yeah."
Liars: "I mean, is there more to it?"
Caleb: "Not really."
He takes Maya's giant purse with him so he can go voice-activate a feed elsewhere, and they settle in to wait for A. It's enough that you almost feel bad for their dumb asses, because every time, A is like, "Hey, let's just chill and see if we can work out our various differences," and they're all, "That's really mature of you, A, way to be cool," and then A is like, "Sucka! Here's a hailstorm of greenhouse glass in your hair and a punch in the boob!" and they're like, "Man, we did not see that coming."
EMILY
Wakes up from her montage nap to the lighthouse motel's old-timey phone ringing and a distorted A (Toby?) voice saying, "You have one minute. Get out!"
Dude, if somebody says that to you on the phone? You get the fuck out. I don't care if you're tired, I don't care whether you smell gas and I don't care if you think it's a prank: You get the hell out of there. What does Emily do? Mosey the fuck around the entire motel room, touching every object and staring into space, looking at what DVDs there are and what kind of tea is here and do they have the little soaps, for well longer than a minute. So I guess it's lucky Toby wasn't warning her about a bomb, because her dumb self would be in a million wet on-fire pieces.