Daria

Daria: I didn't feel it was my place to state that incredibly obvious fact. I mean impose my subjective opinion.

Nathan: They're so post-khaki's-ad.

Quinn: Is that Stacy?! Tiffany: No...I think it's that girl who looks like Stacy, except when she turns back.

(Daria realizes that they have been brought to a gathering of '40s clothing enthusiats) Daria: Oh, God. It's the night of the vintage threads!

Tom: It's true. If I really cared I'd dress like a dead man, too.

(Mr. DeMartino has just lost a bet to Mr. O'Neill) Mr. O'Neill: In loss there's wisdom. Mr. DeMartino: Go away! Mr. O'Neill: Um...yes.

Jane: Maybe sometime you two can teach me how to pass judgment on someone I've never met. Daria: She's going to be disappointed. Tom: Yeah. That's not really the kind of thing you can teach.

Ms. Li: All proceeds... Upchuck: Ahem... Ms. Li: Most proceeds will go to the special expenditures fund.

Jane: Why do you always have to write people off before you even know them? Daria: I thought that's what you liked about me.

Jane: (describing Nathan) He's a snappy dresser in the classical, elegant sense. Plus he has impeccable manners and a biting wit. Daria: Ah. So he's... Jane: And he loves girls!

(Upchuck shuffles cards for a magic trick) Kevin: That was awesome! Upchuck: We're not done. Kevin: It was still cool.

Tom: I don't know. I hate the present too, but not enough to wear a zoot suit.

Sandi: I think Stacy has confused being fashionably late, with outright tardiness! Tiffany: She's been so weird lately! Quinn: She hardly didn't eat anything at lunch. (Confused by her own words) Did that make sense? Tiffany: I got it.

Tom: (Referring to Nathan) For a minute during the ride there, I thought you were gonna go for his throat! Daria: Believe me, I've been fighting back the urge to strangle him with Sammy Davis' pants, but Jane thinks he's "swingin'". (sighs) I wish the P.C. police were here, I bet they'd give us a ride home.

Jane: Nathan has a pair of pants that belonged to Sammy Davis Jr. Nathan: Yeah, but I can't wear them, though...they're a very strange shape... Daria: Then what do you wear when you want to take a sunrise and sprinkle it with dew?

Daria: Yeah, we'll get out, just drop us off at home first.

Nathan: I just don't think you're ready to mix eras yet. Jane: You do know you're wearing a '40s zoot suit to a '60s tiki bar right? Nathan: Oh, God, you're right! I have to go home and change!

(driving around in Nathan's convertible) Tom: Nathan, how the hell are you keeping that hat on? Nathan: Custom fit, my man.