Hey, Spence, it's me again.
Why haven't you called me back?
And where are you on a Saturday morning at ten o'clock?
I need to talk to you.
I thought that was you.
Hi, Mrs. Dilaurentis.
How are you doing? Good.
You've been doing a lot of work.
Well, everything I did yesterday was undone by an angry raccoon,
or whatever's living under that porch.
Can I ask you something?
If I fill that area in with iceberg roses,
will it make the gray shingles look stodgy?
Um, I don't...really have an opinion.
Really?God knows Alison would.
I'll clump the whites over here...
Tippi. What was that?
That? That was a gift from my late mother-in-law.
Come. Meet tippi.