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By Paul Dailly

Annalise: There is no grey area here, Laurel. It’s him, or it’s me. Laurel: He’s dead to me. Annalise: Good.

By Whitney Evans

Mr. Mahoney: Can I help you? What? Wes: I think I’m your son. Mr. Mahoney: Why would you think that? Wes: Annalise Keating.

By Whitney Evans

Annalise: I hate you. Ophelia: Everybody love me.