Daria

Jake: Don't you see? Daria's turning wholesome and Quinn's a beatnik! What's going on?

Upchuck: Two of my favorite luscious ladies out to enslave Earth males and end gym class? Grrrr...someone's been reading my dreams.

Tiffany: But...if Quinn's cousin's an atomic communist from Mars, shouldn't she have a more interesting outfit? Stacy: Stop it, Tiffany, you're scaring me!

Jane: A lot of weirdness around here lately. Daria: Yeah. I won't be sorry to see this day end. Jane: You say that every day.

Daria: Come on, now. Aliens don't hide in the bushes. It's probably just a stalker. Yes, a stalker out to plant a teen in a shallow grave. Perfectly normal. I feel much better now.

Helen: Why didn't she come down for breakfast? Daria, is anything wrong with Quinn? Daria: If this weren't a school day I might have the time to begin answering that.

Jane: Different, eh? Hmm...I wonder what I'd get if I turned you in? Daria: More free time to spend with Kevin and Brittany? Jane: Curse you Different Ones and your insidious logic!

Jane: Come on, not even aliens would give the planet to the Fashion Club! You're getting paranoid. Daria: I'm not talking about aliens. But there's something out there. Something stupid.