DeMartino: ARRGK...GAAAAAGH!! Why couldn't I have been born during an influenza epidemic?!! Or at the base of a volcano?!! Why did I survive, grow tall, and strong, only to squander all of my potential, by becoming a TEACHER?!! WRAAAGH!!
Daria: When he would've been such a wonderful motivational speaker.
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DeMartino: Well. well, Josh. What have we here? A football player. May I inquire why?
Josh: My child within wants to be a winner. Everyone knows football players are winners.
DeMartino: I see. Obviously your definition of a winner is a degenerate slacker,with pigskin for brains, and unshakeable desire to sleep through class, and a lifetime goal of aceling at arm noise contests, while NEVER, EVER, doing any honest work of any kind. Is that right?!
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Tom: Hey...if you're not going to leave a flaming bag of dog crap on the doorstep, at least come in.
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Quinn: How will I hold my head up in the fashion club?
Daria: A traction pulley?
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Mr. DeMartino: Forgive me my suspicions, but it's obvious that someone, Kevin, got a hold of the test beforehand, Kevin, which would account for the jimmied lock on my filing cabinet, Kevin!!
Daria: But who does he really suspect?
Jane: That 'Jimmy' guy?
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Spatula Man: Hey, chickaritas! Which one of you lovelies wants to go out for a night on the town with my man Charles and win a free bumper sticker, on Z-93?!
Sandi: Tiffany, dear. Would you please explain to the Spatula Man why a bumper sticker cannot possibly compensate for the shame and permanent reputation damage involved in a single date with Charles Ruttheimer.
Tiffany: Upchuck? Eww...
Sandi: Well done.
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DariaMy favorite show in the whole wide world. It used to come on MTV, but then moved to Noggin.
It's not a movie--but it's still great.