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Daria: Yes, Virginia, there really is such a thing as noblesse oblige.
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Mack: I was wondering if I could talk to you about Jodie...
Mr. Landon: You're not going to ask me for her hand in marriage, are you?! Because I'm too young to be a grandfather, you understand?
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Daria: And I'm working on a short story. Or at least it was twenty pages ago.
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Daria: I got into Raft without any interview at all.
Tom: I'm not gonna touch that one.
Daria: What are you saying--that I got into Raft because they didn't meet me? Screw you!
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Upchuck: I don't understand the charade about being neighbors, my lithesome enchantress, but it concerns me not.
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Jane: I knew you were going to try and talk me out of this.
Daria: Is that why you brought it up?
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Mack: Hey, shake the hand of a Vance University man.
Jodie: You got the scholarship? Oh Mack, that's great!
(Jodie shakes his hand)
Mack: You're actually shaking my hand?
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Stacy: Boy, I hope this stuff works, or Sandi will never talk to me again. Actually, she'll never talk to anyone again. (laughs to herself, then serious) That's not funny, Stacy!
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Tom: Damn. You know what I just realized?
Daria: The phrase "chicken fingers" is misleading?
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Tom: Well, that's a nice thing to say, even if that Daria voice of yours makes it sound like a kiss-off.
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Jane: You're getting soft, Morgendorffer.
Daria: Maybe. Or maybe you've got glaucoma.
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(Brittany and Kevin are making out)
Ms. Barch: Brittany, stop letting Kevin debase you and tell me where Mr. O'Neill is.
Brittany: But Ms. Barch, he didn't even touch my base.
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Quinn: Stacy, of course [Sandi] didn't say anything about being mad at you. She can't talk, remember?
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Daria: I suppose pulling out a can of mace right now would be considered bad form.
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Daria: Now I shall go to my room without taking questions. Ignore any muffled screams you may hear, especially if they're Quinn's.
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(Jane is trying to convince Trent to come with her to college)
Jane: Think of all the college girls looking for a dark, mysterious musician to swoon over.
Trent: Jesse?
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Ms. Li: And now, awards time. We'll do the sports and other good prizes after I get these academic javvies out of the way.
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Quinn: God, Stacy, what do I look like, a hoodoo expert? I don't know how to lift a curse, you're going to have to find someone who does.
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Mr. Landon: (reading the paper) You call that a tax cut? I've seen haircuts more drastic!
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Jane: Both the colleges I applied to rejected me. I knew I shouldn't have taken the math portion of my SATs!
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Lindy: College is absolutely essential. The concerts and parties are so much better.
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Jane: What's shakin', bacon?
Trent: (sniffs) I don't smell anything.
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Daria: I'm applying because it's an outstanding university, not because the students engage in the rectal transport of steel rods.
Jane: The polo team must be in constant pain.
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Helen: Now, Daria, when you meet the college representatives, please try to be enthusiastic. (pause) Less unenthusiastic? (sigh) At least promise me you won't physically assault anyone?
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Daria: Umm...Dad seems to think Middleton is hot stuff.
Helen: You father needs to maintain certain illusions about his youth in order to function. It's...cute.
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Brittany: Hi, Daria, hi Jane. Where's Tom?
Daria: Um, covert mission.
Brittany: Really? I didn't know he was religious.
Kevin: Hey Daria, where's that guy you know?
Brittany: He joined a mission.
Kevin: Really?! He's going to Mars?
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Jane: You know what they say about beggars...
Trent: That they'll spend it all on booze?
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Stacy: (reading label) Curse-B-Gone. For the reversal and eliminating of curses, spells and incantations. No animals were harmed to make this product other than the ones we sacrificed.
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(Trent and Jane discussing her plans to go to art school)
Jane: Trent, I'm not selling out. I'm attempting to gain the skills and knowledge that will allow me to sell out. Now are you going to give me a ride or do I have to throw fear into the hearts of pedestrians by myself?
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Brittany: I just love bell peppers. You can almost hear them ringing.
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Lisa: Come on in, Daria. Are you as full of Bromwell lore as Tom?
Daria: Um, I doubt it. He seems to be really full of it.
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Jodie: Kevin, do you even know where you're going yet?
Kevin: It's a secret.
Mack: Why, is the school embarrassed?
Kevin: Why would they be embarrassed? I'm a QB. It's not like I'm a brain or anything.
Mack: Truer words were never spoken.
Kevin: Thanks, man.
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Tom: Hey, don't worry, Daria. You'll get into Bromwell with your incredible test scores and grades. I'll get in the old fashioned way: bribery and nepotism.
Daria: Gee, when you put it that way it sounds all fair and just.
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Daria: I was just craving a little sisterhood, as long as it doesn't involve my actual sister.
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Mr. DeMartino: Timothy, you've got to be firm! Now, repeat after me: Barch, it'll be a cold day in hell before I kiss my common sense and will to live goodbye and enter the bonds of unholy matrimony with such a shrew! Now you!
Mr. O'Neill: (nervously) Um, Janet, it'll be a chilly day in Hades...
Mr. DeMartino: LOUDER!!!
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Lisa: So, that's why the skating rink has that sign saying "Clothes Required".
Tom: Well, according to my grandfather anyway. Then again, his motto is "Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story".
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Helen: You'll have to get a job.
Quinn: (choking and gagging)... water!
Daria: Just hope she doesn't get any on the shoes.
Jake: Aghhhh!
Helen: Relax, Jake, she's not wearing them.
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Jake: $600 for shoes! That you walk in?! On the ground?!