Daria: How about, "The Bleakness That Lies Ahead"?
Jane: Too sentimental.
Daria: "No Life, No Hope, No Future"?
Jane: Too pie in the sky.
Daria: "Mommy's Little Hypocrite"?
Jane: Too much like a children's book.
Daria: I wish I were dead.
Jane: That sounds promising.
Jane: Do you know CPR or anything?
Daria: I once gave the Heimlich maneuver to Quinn.
Jane: Did it work?
Daria: She wasn't choking.
Helen: You know, Daria, it wouldn't hurt if you got involved in some after school projects once in a while.
Daria: Can't talk now. I'm chairing a meeting of the Resting Quietly Club.
Ms. Li: You do want this curricular activity, don’t you?
Jane: (Softly) Pop goes the weasel.
Daria: (reading her story “Where the Future Takes Us”) As students standing at the dawn of a brand new century, we face certain choices. How do we prepare for the future? Melody Powers knew how she was going to prepare. As she checked the fit one more time on her tool leather shoulder hoister, she thought of all the communist she’d be taking out tonight. Melanie Harbor know allusions about unilaterally surging the stemming of red tide. But she reflected with a grime smile. What special agent could resist the opportunity to fill a few bullish cemeteries?
As Melanie sunbathed on the Reo beach, she looked back upon the past few days with a quiet satisfaction. Twelve dead Russians, five dead Chinese, three or four dead Cubans, the world was once again safe for democracy, she reflected while watching Tonio’s exquisite chest rise and fall with his light snoring. Safe for democracy, or almost safe. Melanie brushed some eirin grains of sand off her fingers, tied her top back on and reached into her beach bag. Tonio heard nothing, and that was a pity, because he would never hear anything again. So long Tonio, she thought as she calmly stood up. I could have loved you if you weren’t as red as the blood stain now spreading across the sand. Melody walked calmly away to the hotel. There’d be a message there from HQ no doubt. She hoped she had time for a shower.
While Kevin and Brittany are selling wrapping paper door-to-door, Mr. DeMartino's door constantly changes from yellow, to blue, then back to yellow.
After Kevin claims to have bin home all night, his teacher’s seating chart disappears.