Daria

Quinn: Stacy, I want to come back, but I just can't wear drawstring pants! Tiffany: Brrr. Stacy: What?

Tiffany: You surprise them by looking really hot. Joey: He's talking about war. Tiffany: So am I.

Quinn: Now that your cast is off, I'm here to help you lose weight. Sandi: Oh, Quinn, can't you see that it's too late? My life is over! Quinn: Sandi, you're not 30.

Jane: Did I hear right? The death of the Fashion Club? Then at last the people shall be free. Daria: Not likely. That club's like a hydra. You cut off one airhead, two more grow back.

Daria: You know, these little bets have cost you forty clams so far. If I had a self-image, I'd think you were bribing me to be your friend. Jane: Bet you the whole forty I'm not.

Tiffany: It's a shame we can't let boys in... Stacy: Tiffany, that's a great idea! Tiffany: What? Stacy: About the boys. Tiffany: Boys? Where?!

Quinn: Sandi resigned from the Fashion Club because she's fat, and then I had to resign to show Sandi my support, although I didn't really mean to resign, and now I don't know what's going to happen because there's no way there could even be a Fashion Club without me and Sandi! Daria: Um, Quinn. It's me. Daria. (Quinn realizes that it's not Daria she should be talking to) Quinn: Ugh!

(Tiffany is staring at Sandi because she's gained weight) Sandi: Gee, Tiffany, why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer. Tiffany: But I don't have a camera.

Mr. DeMartino: Brittany, explain something: Do you perhaps harbor a powerful phobia that it might actually hurt to think?

(Sandy's in the pool) Sandi: Can't...I...rest...now? Quinn: Did Cleopatra rest when she was inventing mascara? Did Neferiti rest when she was posing for statues? Did Helen of Troy rest when she was doing whatever it was she did? Beauty never rests! NOW, SWIM, YOU COW, SWIM!!! Sandi: What?! Quinn: Sorry, coach-talk.