Daria

Jake: Daria, you don't think Quinn is lost in the woods, do you? Daria: I doubt it. There's nothing to buy there.

Jake: (Trying to get the car started) Just move it! C'mon! It's just what you have to do! It's just what you only know to do! Damn it! Radio with wheels!

Quinn: But he's suposed to pick us up at the mall. Daria: He's discussing that with the car right now. But the car seems to be saying you're taking the bus. Quinn: The what? Daria: The bus. It's like a bigger car only with old men sleeping sitting up. At least I hope they're sleeping.

Tiffany: I can't believe no guy would give us a ride. Quinn: Maybe we shouldn't make them wait in the car anymore while we're shopping. Remember last summer when Jeffy got all dehydrated and his tongue was hanging out and stuff?

Quinn: Someone said we had to take the bus. Sandi: Quinn, no offense or anything, but humor is not your forte.

Daria: If that woman were Judy Garland, this might make some sense on a couple of levels.

'60s Jodie: Who let the Third-World Solidarity Club pick the music?

(on Metal Mouth) Trent: Some people say that's what drove him to madness. Others say, you know, no.

Quinn: This place is weird. Tiffany: What was that noise? Sandi: Stacy, you're not wearing those bangles again, are you? Stacy: Oh, no! It's the Rattling Girl of Lawndale!

Jake: You're going to steer with both hands when we're actually on the road, right? Trent: Unless I think of some lyrics on the road and have to write them down. You understand.

Jake: But now how are we going to fit four more people into the car? Jane: It's been done before. And this time there's no drum kit. Jake: What's that funny smell? Trent: It wasn't so funny when it happened, but it makes a really great story.