Talk:A DAngerous GAme/@comment-24.51.146.8-20130224190344

I can imagine ( if Ali was in fact "Red Coat") the confrontation of her and Spencer.

Alison: Oh, Spencer, You always were the one to expose us all.

Spencer: Alison?! Alison: Ali D. In the flesh. The real one.

Spencer: I don’t know who you are, or what this is, but I’m tired of playing these games.

Alison: But you set yourself up, Spence. No one forced you to do all of the things you did. Now, you’re going to pay.

Spencer: Me? How about you, Alison! We have to suffer for your mistakes. Everything wrong I did was because you had a bad idea.

Alison: How about after I was gone, Spencer. Try to explain yourself for those iniquities.

Spencer: I was your friend! I kept your secrets. Yet, here you are, the girl in the red coat, responsible for 2 years of torture. How can you live with yourself?

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: You get used to it. Being everywhere…pulling the strings. Making you bitches do what I told you to…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Spencer: This is just like it was when we argued the night you disappeared. We. Are. Not. Your. Puppets. Not anymore! You have no power over me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: But I do. As far as I’m concerned, you’re like a bulldog endlessly running on a treadmill after a T-bone. How would you like your secrets, rare or medium well?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Spencer: I don’t care. Go ahead. Tell everyone every bad thing I’ve done. Your little A-Team has broken so many laws; I’ll look like Mother Teresa.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: What? You actually think you’ll be alive to expose us? You apparently have forgotten what you’re dealing with, Spence.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Spencer: You can’t do anything to me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: But I already have. Turning perv-Toby against you? Killing your Mommy-Wannabe sister. Taking your piece of mind. How was Radley by the way? Still a dump?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Spencer: I can’t believe I used to admire you.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: Please. You never admired me- you only wanted to be me. You are such a perfectionist.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Spencer: It’s a waste of breath complimenting yourself.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: Oh, Spencer. You know something, when I’m finished with you, I’ll have killed all 3 of my siblings.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Spencer: What did you do to Jason?!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: He got on my nerves .Hmm…he was probably too high to remember that night, anyway. Oh well.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Spencer: I’m ashamed to be related to you.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Alison: Mutual, sweetie.

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