Daria

Claude: Oh! Look at you. So pouty, so waif-like. Could you remove your glasses? Daria: Could you remove your halter-top? Cloude: Pardon? Daria: I can't take my glasses off. I need them to see scam artists.

Daria: The whole thing's enough to turn your stomach. Which I guess is good if you want to be a model...eases the transition to bulemia.

Ms. Li: Good morning. I hope I'm not disrupting the learning process. Mr. O'Neill: (sighs) Oh...no.

Jodie: You know, you don't always have to be against everything. If a kid wants to take a modeling class, you can't tell her no. Daria: Maybe not. But you don't have to let the fashion mobs push their classes on school grounds, either. Jane: Yeah. It's not fair to the drug dealers. They have to wait behind the parking lot.

Jane: I wish there'd been a schizophrenic shut-in living in our house before we moved in. Course, we've got Trent living there now. That's almost the same thing.

Romonica: All right, ladies. Now, when you stride down the runway, you're walking towards your car. You've spotted a headless corpse in it...and it's a brand new car! Daria: And a smelly old corpse. Jane: In a really bad outfit.

Claude: Now, girls, you're little kittens in an animal shelter. You have to look sad and helpless so someone will adopt you, or else it's kitty heaven. Jane: Kitty heaven? Daria: How does he know they're not going to kitty hell?

Helen: I don't think you realize that modeling is an extremely competitive activity... Quinn: So is dating, if you do it right. Helen: ...in which your value as a human being is decided entirely on how you look. Quinn: When does the bad part come in?

Helen: You really feel strongly about this. Daria: What do you mean? Helen: Well... you're talking to us.

Jodie: It's completely voluntary. What's the problem? Daria: No problem. But why stop at modeling? Maybe there's a go-go bar downtown that would like to come here and recruit lap dancers. Jodie: Don't mention that idea to Brittany.

Jane: Well, I for one am very excited about this. I can feel myself getting into the modeling spirit. Ms. Li: Excellent! Jane: May I be excused? I'd like to go to the girls' room and vomit up breakfast.