Mona Vanderwaal: [in front of mirror] So I know we're both violently opposed to polyblends. But this made me a believer.
[twirls towards Hanna, holding some red dress close]
Hanna Marin: It's cute.
Mona Vanderwaal: Cute? Mittens are cute. This is fabulous. And this...
[some yellow dress]
Mona Vanderwaal: costs more than my mother's car. But, hello, raw silk, you can't go wrong.
Hanna Marin: Yeah. They're both cute.
Mona Vanderwaal: What did I say about that word? Did I catch you in the middle of a nap?
[her cell phone beeps, Hanna hands it to her, she checks]
Mona Vanderwaal: This is getting really boring.
Hanna Marin: What's going on?
Mona Vanderwaal: I'm getting texts from that same freak who sent me the one about your liposuction.
Hanna Marin: What? Wait, Mona, when did this start happening again?
Mona Vanderwaal: A few days ago. It's so creepy. Like I'm being watched 24/7.
Hanna Marin: What did the texts say?
Mona Vanderwaal: First it was dumb stuff. Accusing me of stealing this necklace.
[reaches for it]
Hanna Marin: Did you?
Mona Vanderwaal: Duh, yeah, but why is it their business? Like I'm gonna be scared into returning it? Guess again.
Hanna Marin: Maybe you should return it.
Mona Vanderwaal: Fine. Then you have to return half the things in that closet.
Hanna Marin: [looks at her like a fish on dry land, then shakes off that notion] Mona, are there texts for me too?
