Daria

Ms. Dafoe: Hmmm...Jane, your work assignment is similiar with one of Van Gogh's paintings. Daria: You might want to keep the scissors away from her ears.

Garry: Quit? You can't quit Garry's Gallery. Jane: No, that's the mafia.

Jane: Money. Money, money. I love money. I'd shovel it down my throat if I could. Daria: You're kidding, right? Jane: Of course, Daria. I'd chew it slowly and stop when I felt full.

Jane: Your place is called Garry's Gallery? Daria: Larry's Louvre was taken.

(Jane is pondering the offer of selling her artwork at the fair) Jane: Hmm...the harvest of my inner torment on display right next to the falafel cart? I like that.

Sandi: (talking about the caricature artist) You can have him disbarred. Helen: Sandi, disbarring only applies to lawyers. Sandi: Exactly. And you're a lawyer, so you can do it. Voila.

Jane: Mom, Dad, you're back early. Mr. Lane: Our hotel broke off the mainland and floated away.

Mr. Taylor: Brittany, why didn't you tell me you were having friends over? Brittany: Oh, they aren't friends. Just Daria and Jane.

Jane: Yeah. My ego couldn't take just being a hack. I had to be a super-hack.

Brittany: This is an umbrella holder made out of a real elephant's foot! Jane: Where's the rest of the elephant? Brittany: Huh? There's no elephant here.

Trent: Hey Janey, I'd rather balance my artistic statement than my bank statement. Jane: What? Trent: I don't know. I thought I had something there.

Helen: Damn it to hell! What sociopathic paralegal keeps stealing my "sign here" post-its?!

Jane: How much money do you have? (no answer) Trent? Trent: I have none, so I said nothing.

Trent: Max, can't you look any more existential? Max: Existential? You said nihilistic!