Jane - What happened to all your paper-writing money?
Daria - My mom wouldn't let me keep it. She said it was wrong to encourage cheaters and to profit from them.
Jane - So, she's giving up being a lawyer?
Daria - I asked her that. And I'm sure some day we'll once again be on speaking terms.
JANE: I don't know. Some kind of dumb-ass notion about seeing this through, I guess. Anyway, it's just another two weeks, and than we'll back at school. ... Wait, what's my point?
DARIA: That life sucks no matter what. So don't be fooled by location changes.
JANE: You really should write fortune cookies.
Cheerleaders: We're not losers! We're not losers! We're not losers! Lawndale Rules!
Jane: Brittany worked all week writing that.
Tom: It shows. The reiteration -- powerful.
Daria: Like getting hit in the head repeatedly with a sock full of quarters
Daria - Look, I'm sorry about last night
Jane - Aw, forget it. It was a rare opportunity, getting to hang out with Brittany in a grunge club. Although her hair did leak onto my shoes.
Daria - You're sure that wasn't her brain?
Jane - No, there was too much of it