Daria

KEVIN: "I don't know anything!"
DARIA: "I can't accuse him of anything there."

DARIA: "All my support groups have a one member limit."

CHEERLEADERS: (At Kevin's funeral) "2-4-6-8, Kevin's on his final date!"

TEACHER: "I would just like to say that I'm glad Kevin is dead. I wish all males were dead."

DARIA: "I'm sorry I gave you all that crap about your boyfriend."
JANE: "Well, I'm sorry I embarrassed you all those times in front of my brother."
DARIA: "I feel like we should say more."
JANE: "I know. That was kind of pathetic."
DARIA: "Umm, I'm sorry my parents didn't stop at one child."
JANE: "I'm sorry they added those ugly blue M&Ms...better?"
DARIA: "I've made my peace."

JANE: "Isn't exciting assignment a condtradiction in terms?"

TRENT: "The night holds the key."
DARIA: "The key to what?"
TRENT: "I don't know, Daria, it's early."

TOM: "Daria, if you want me to leave then just say so."
DARIA: "Okay, bye bye now."

DARIA: "Thanks, but I really don't like to eat breakfast after lunch. It kind of ruins my dinner."

TOM: "I want to talk to you."
DARIA: "Take a number."

DARIA: "And to what do I owe this moodswing?"

DARIA: "I have to keep watch on the house. I told my parents I would keep Quinn from turning it into a modeling agency."

JANE: "Daria...Daria...talking toilet...Daria's boots...Daria's boots, do you know where Daria is?"

JANE: "Wow! You're walking into more people than you're walking by."

DARIA: "I dont' like kids. I didn't even like kids when I was a kid."

(Daria stares at TV)
HELEN: "Daria...Daria...The TV's nto on."
DARIA: "Shhh, I'm watching this."

DARIA: "The whole thing's enough to turn your stomach. Which I guess is good if you want to be a model...eases the transistion to bulimia."

BRITTANY: "I love being the hostess. It's so easy to get home at the end of the night!"

JANE: "Can we get on with this? I have someplace to go. Television counts as a place."

JANE: "She has no family. She ate them."

JANE: "I like having low self-esteem. It makes me feel special."

DARIA: (Talking to Helen) "If you're looking for some way to occupy yourself, there are plenty of chores that need doing around here. What? You get to say it!"

JAKE: "Hey Daria, why aren't you on the tennis team?
DARIA: "Because it's classified as a sport."

DARIA: "Smart is not a four-letter-word. That would be smar."

MR. O'NEILL: "You know what they say: A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down."
JANE: "Not if you're diabetic."

DARIA: "Don't worry. I don't have low self-esteem. It's a mistake. I have low self-esteem for everyone else."

DARIA: "Gee, maybe E.T. came in my room and touched my navel while I slept."
JANE: "Boy, Daria...you have the weirdest sex dreams."

DARIA: "That's it Shakespeare! Do your own damn homework!"

QUINN: "Daria, do you think long-distance relationships work?"
DARIA: "Yeah, maybe you and I should try one."

MR. O'NEILL: "Don't you want to sit in front, Daria?"
DARIA: "I'd love to, but, uh...you know, I'm afraid of an air bag injury."
MR. O'NEILL: "Oh My Gosh, I'm sorry, what was I thinking? Of course, you must sit in the back."

DARIA: "All her challenges are arranging her shoes according to the color of her date's eyes."

JANE: "Maybe we'd better to talk about this later."
DARIA: "There's nothing to talk about. You're delusional."
JANE: "Oh, well, in that case, I can just talk to myself about it." (Dye, Dye, My Darling)

DARIA: "I think we should talk."
JANE: "Okay, we are now talking." (Is It Fall Yet?)

KEVIN: "How long have you and Daria been brothers? Ha, I mean how long has Daria been your brother?" (Is It Fall Yet?)