Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I called and left a message on your cell and...
- Are you talking to him or me? - Hanna, don't push it, okay?
I'm not gonna lose any more sleep either.
Officer, my daughter doesn't lie.
Has Emily said anything more about how she was hurt?
So is Toby dead?
That's it. Heh.
- I think I like that one the best. - Really?
Laundry service was laundering more than napkins.
She called me Hermie the Hermaphrodite for three years...
Hey, it's from Alex.
Knock, knock.
Yeah. Go on up. But just for a bit. She needs her rest.
Doesn't matter if you're queen bees or worker bees.
You know, find a smile somewhere.
- I could Photoshop pants on you. - We're done.
- Ha, ha. - Who's this?
For what?
Uh, according to the school's guest list, she went with Toby Cavanaugh.
- What are you doing? - We need candid shots.
- Who did this? - Not me. It's the bitch board.
Now that the police are looking for that file and people think he's...
- Yes. - You know what? You're right.
What do you mean?
...when you're the one who threw this family into chaos.
Okay? The devil has a name and it's Toby.
Uh, looks like he came home...
Sit, Shadow.
She and her mother baked you some cookies.
Of me?
Why?
They can also prove I broke into his shrink's office.
Why were you friends with this person?