Daria: Because I'm not interested in you. And I'd be stabbing my friend in the back if I ever considered it.
Tom: Of course. And what kind of guy would that make me.
Tom: Alright then.
(Tom and Daria kiss)
Daria: Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit.
Tom: I liked it too.
Daria: That's not funny.
Tom: I know.
(they kiss again)
Tom: That was definately not funny.
Helen: Well if your mother's 80, then what is she doing dragging some poor soul to the alter?!
Daria: This stuff stinks. Why can't they just mix it before they put it in the bottle?
Jane: Because the vapors would build up and it would explode.
Daria: Oh. Well, that sounds like something I'd want seeping into my scalp.
Daria: Can you picture me making out with anyone? Ever?
Jane: (pause) Can I stop short of your wedding night?
Trent: Hey, you know, about Tom and all ... it'll be okay.
Jane: Yeah, some part of me knows that. Some part of me is actually saying that breaking up is right.
Trent: Maybe it is.
Jane: So how come every five minutes I feel like I'm going to throw up?
Trent: I don't know. You haven't been eating out of the refrigerator again, have you?
Daria: Are we still friends? (pause) Are we?
Jane: Yeah. We're the kind of friends who can't stand the sight of each other.
Daria: Temporarily, right?
Jane: I hope so, Daria.