"Stand firm for what you believe in, until and unless logic and experience prove you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked, the emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing. And there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza."
— Daria Morgendorffer
Jane: Daria? Come on, the neighbors are starting to talk.
Daria: Um... good. Soon they'll progress to cave drawings and civilization will be on its way.
Brittany: I can't stand this. What was I thinking?
Brittany: All right, so Kevin is a stupid, selfish, conceited jerk. He's still better than Terry or Jerry or whatever his name is and this stupid club.
Daria: Who's Terry or Jerry?
Brittany: Oh, no! I've said too much! Eww. What happened to your neck?
Brittany: Your neck. It's all, like, blotchy.
Daria: Ugh. I don't know.
Brittany: I'm not surprised you could catch something in a horrible place like this.
Daria - Uh, Brittany, could you do me a favor?
Brittany: Um... yes?
Daria: Find Jane and tell her I had to leave?
Brittany: Sure, but... will you promise not to tell Kevin about Terry or Jerry or whoever?
Daria: In the unlikely event that, through some bizarre set of circumstances, I actually end up conversing with Kevin, I won't tell him about Terry or Jerry.
Daria: Don't worry. I don't have low self-esteem. It's a mistake.
Jake: I'll say!
Daria: I have low esteem for everyone else.
Jane: So how's the story coming? Or does it disturb you if I talk while you're writing?
Daria: It would disturb me if I were actually doing any writing.
Jane: What's the problem? Take people you know and have them do whatever you want. I'd make 'em crawl, I tell you. CRAWL!
Daria: Easy there, tiger.
Jane: I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. Wait a minute, my generation has no best minds.
Daria: If you play that John Lennon song backwards it says "Imagine all the people... browsing in a mall". Isn't that weird?
Quinn: Ew! Sugar Tarts?! Haven't you ever heard the expression "you eat what you are"?!
Daria: Haven't you ever heard the expression "get the hell away from me"?
Speaker: Daria... what about your goal?
Daria: Um... I don't have any.
Speaker: Oh come Daria! You must have some goal.
Daria: My goal is not to wake up at 40 with the bitter realization that I've wasted my life on a job I hate, because I was forced to decide on a career in my teens.