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Penny: (on the phone) No, no, Señor Finance Minister. Necesito dinero to reopen my business. Your volcano wiped out hundreds of hand-fashioned tin picture frames and I'd like to know how your government intends to compensate me.
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Daria: Well, I was just pondering the idea that the negative, which is the nothingness of being and the annihilating power both together, is nothingness.
Quinn: Oh, Daria! That whole "less is more" thing is so over! Accessories are back.
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Wind: Do I smell cookies baking?
Jane: Not bloody likely.
Amanda: (runs off) The kiln!
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Helen: Jake, do you ever worry that our children are becoming strangers to us?
Jake: Stranger than us? What's so strange about us?
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Quinn: You're an artist, right?
Jane: I've been known to push the paint around.
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Jane: I don't suppose you could tear out a chapter for me?
Daria: Sorry. Library book.
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Jane: Maximum of three questions. No betrayals. Immunity from prosecution.
Helen: Agreed. Drugs?
Jane: Nope. Unless you count TV.
Helen: Depressed?
Jane: No, just realistic.
Helen: Sex? Oh, that's too obvious. Can I have another one?
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Vincent: Oh, honey? Don't drink from that big bottle in the kitchen; it's silver nitrate.
Jane: It's poisonous?
Dad: Yeah. And I need it for my prints.
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Quinn: Listen, Daria, I always say that just because a guy has a girlfriend, it doesn't mean he's off-limits. Unless you're the girlfriend. By "you" I mean me, of course. Remember that.
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Amanda: You know, if you try to hold a butterfly tightly in your hand, it will die. You have to let it go. And if it comes back, it is truly yours, but if doesn't, it never really was.
Jane: (mutters) How about if you tear off its precious little wings?
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(Mrs. Lane rings the bell at the Morgendorffer's. Helen answers.)
Mrs. Lane: Helen?
Helen: Why, Amanda! I suppose you've come to claim your children...
Mrs. Lane: Are they here?
Helen: Jane is free to leave, but Trent is grounded.
Mrs. Lane: Oh, I don't believe in that! You know, Helen, if you hold a butterfly tightly in your hands, it will die. You have to let it go, and--you've got to help me!! I need my house back!!
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Trent: Hey, Jane, I need to borrow your toothbrush.
Jane: Take it. It's a gift.
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(doorbell rings)
Jake: Quinn! Your date is here!
(opens the door and finds Monique standing there)
Jake: Wow...I really don't know my kids!
Monique: Hey, is Trent around?
Jake: (surprised) Oh! You're for...well, then...Trent! Your date is here!
Trent: Thanks.
(hands Jake his toothbrush)
Helen: Trent, where are you going?
Trent: Out.
Helen: And when will you be coming back?
Trent: Later.
(they leave)
Helen: Someone needs to have a talk with that young man about the life decisions he's making.
(Jake drops the toothbrush)
Jake: Eww!
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Amanda: Courtney and Adrian are coming for a visit. Isn't that great?
Trent: Does Summer know?
Amanda: She should, shouldn't she?
Trent: Well, she's kind of their mother.
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Jane: (to Daria, about Monique) Don't worry, your twice the woman she is.
Quinn: No, that would be a size 12.