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Mr. DiMartino: I quite enjoy helping the credulous hordes learn a valuable lesson about gullibility and trust. Gimme my cut!
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Daria: I didn't feel it was my place to state that incredibly obvious fact. I mean impose my subjective opinion.
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Nathan: They're so post-khaki's-ad.
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Quinn: Is that Stacy?!
Tiffany: No...I think it's that girl who looks like Stacy, except when she turns back.
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(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!
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Tom: It's true. If I really cared I'd dress like a dead man, too.
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(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.
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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.
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Ms. Li: All proceeds...
Upchuck: Ahem...
Ms. Li: Most proceeds will go to the special expenditures fund.
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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.
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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!
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(Upchuck shuffles cards for a magic trick)
Kevin: That was awesome!
Upchuck: We're not done.
Kevin: It was still cool.
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Tom: I don't know. I hate the present too, but not enough to wear a zoot suit.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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Daria: Yeah, we'll get out, just drop us off at home first.
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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!
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(driving around in Nathan's convertible)
Tom: Nathan, how the hell are you keeping that hat on?
Nathan: Custom fit, my man.
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Nathan: I mean, the '60s are over.
Trent: The '40s were over first.