Daria

Quinn: Hi Jeffy, I mean, uh, Jeffy-lube. Jeffy: Um, hey Quinn. Quinn: I need to talk to you about our cemetery plots, but not now.

Quinn: (to Helen) But you said Daria was really mature to be in a relationship, so if I'm not in a relationship that makes me unmature. Or "im"..?

Sandi: Quinn, if this is your idea of a joke, perhaps you should look up the word "huh?" in the dictionary.

Helen: Daria, I'll make you a deal: I'll have a talk with your father about his conduct, you call Tom about dinner. Daria: Didn't our deals used to involve cash?

Helen: Daria! How could you mislead your sister like that? Daria: Mother, how could I not?

Tiffany: This is the hardest and most important decision you'll ever have to make. Quinn: I know! Stacy, do you still have that Magic 8 Ball? Stacy: Um...

Quinn: If I were stranded on a deserted island, what is the one item you'd bring me? Joey: A boat! With flares and lifeboats and the Coast Guard and--and the Navy! Quinn: Wrong, wrong, wrong. The correct answer is: sunscreen.

Helen: You know Quinn, looks and popularity aren't really what's important in a relationship. Quinn: Then what is? Daria: The ability to fix major appliances. Quinn: Hmm...yes, I can see that.

Jake: I slave over a hot stove all day, and for what? Daria: (to Helen) It's to keep him off the streets, right?

Helen: You know, Daria, Dad and I haven't had a chance to really get to know Tom. Why don't you invite him over for dinner? Daria: Because I haven't taken complete leave of my senses.

Quinn: I'm mature! Daria: And you have the teddy bear earrings to prove it.