Daria

Quinn: Mom! Dad! Daria is ruining my life again!

Jane: So...have fun? Daria: Well, I didn't talk to a whole bunch of new people. I made Quinn want to throw herself down a well. And I'm going home with a bonus sock. All in all, a great night.

(Jane walks up to Daria with a sock on her shoulder) Daria: So, what happened to Bobby Big-head? Jane: I wasn't really interested. Daria: Too bad. (holds up sock) Is this yours? Jane: Okay, fine. He thought my head was a lollipop. Ready to go?

(trying to impersonate Daria) Jane: "Hi. I'm Daria. Go to hell." It won't work. My face is too expressive.

Daria: Brittany invited me to her party. Jane: No kidding! Are you going? Daria: Sure, and after that I think I'll swallow glass.

Jane: Thanks for the ride, Trent. Trent: No problem. I needed a break anyway. I've been practicing for ten hours straight. Jane: Daria, would you say sleeping with a guitar in your hands counts as practicing? Trent: As long as you don't drop it.

Quinn: You can't expect me to choose a boyfriend right away. That would be like eating the first pancake off the stove. You have to feed one to the dog.

Kevin: Yo, Mack Daddy. You coming to Brittany's party? Mack: Don't call me that, okay? What's this party for, anyway? Kevin: Um... Mack: Stop if it starts to hurt.

Daria: You know when things seem very far away? Brittany: Like the weekend? Daria: Distant things, like mountains and buildings. Brittany: But, Daria...we're in a building.

(Jeffy, Joey and Jamie approach) Jeffy: Hey, Quinn, can I carry your books? Joey: Hey, Quinn, can I carry your... pencil? Jamie: Hey, Quinn, can I carry your, uh, um... got anything else? Quinn: A hair scrunchie? Jamie: Great! Daria: Careful. Don't hurt yourself with that scrunchie.

Brittany: Ughh! I hate it when the pudding has skin. Daria: I know what you mean, and that's scary.

Quinn: Tell Daria she can't go to Brittany's party--my popularity is at stake! Helen: Now, don't begrudge your sister the chance to expand her circle of friends. Quinn: Maybe now she'll have two.

Brittney: I love being the hostess! It's so easy getting home at the end of the night. Kevin: You're a great hostess...cupcake.

Daria: What happened to your fan club? Quinn: They beat each other up. It was kind of... what's that thing, when stuff turns out funny? Moronic? Jane: Ironic. Daria: She was right the first time.

Jane: Um-hmm. In fact, may I go to the girl's room and down some tranquilizers? Mr. O'Neill: Oh, no. Tranquilizers?! Jane, have you considered homeopathy? Jane: I'm going to stick with guys for now, but thanks for asking.

Daria: Unfortunately, none of our textbooks are among them. Mr. O'Neill: You see, the message a piece of writing delivers is influenced by the medium in which it is conveyed. But today's progressive communicators ask, why stop at just medium? Why not go for... Kevin? Kevin: Medium... rare? Mr. O'Neill: Uh, no, Kevin. Actually, I was looking for media. Multimedia. Which brings me to our exciting assignment. Jane: Isn't "exciting assignment" a contradiction in terms? Daria: I don't know. Let's ask our inspiring instructor.

Daria: You're really bursting out of the picture plane here. Jane: Oh, yeah. That particular model was quite bursty. I think she had her bursts done.

(Daria and Jane are in a corner talking. Then, a few guys walk up to Daria, and Jane.) Boy: Hey, partying hard or hardly partying? Daria: Hardly interested. Boy: So, where have you girls been all our lives? Daria: Waiting here for you. We were born in this room, we grew up in this room, and we thought we would die here alone. But now you've arrived and our lives can truly begin.