[Mr. DeMartino is returning graded papers to students]
DMr. DeMartino
I never thought I would say this, but the grades on these tests were miraculously above my low expectations.
Jane
I like a teacher with no ambitions for his students.
[looks at her test; the score is 100] Yeah, high standards only give us something to strive for.
[has a score of 66] Yes! I passed and I got the extra point!
[Mack has a score of 81; he rests his chin on his hand while the other football players loudly congratulate each other]
Kevvy? What's that "A" doing on your paper?
DMr. DeMartino
Why, Brittany, that's the most intelligent question you've asked all year.
I have an "A" because...I got a hundred?
DMr. DeMartino
That's right, Kevin. In fact, almost the entire football team, despite repeated cranial trauma and a chronic inability to solve the maze on the back of a cereal box, got a hundred!
DMr. DeMartino
Only Mr. Mackenzie got a "B"!
[less enthusiastically] Go, Mac, go...
[Kevin and the other football players cheer on except for Mack]
DMr. 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!
But who does he really suspect?
Jane
That Jimmy guy?
DMr. DeMartino
Perhaps you would like to share with us your knowledge in this matter?
But I don't know anything.
Can't accuse him of lying there.
DMr. DeMartino
I think you do know something about the incident, Kevin. I think that if you didn't steal the test yourself, then you know who did, and is it not true that you needed an "A" to get off academic probation?
Nah, the coach said he'd fix my... I mean, hey, I studied!
DMr. DeMartino
[takes Kevin's test] Kevin, who were the principle players in the Teapot Dome scandal?
DMr. DeMartino
Teapot Dome, Kevin, not Superdome!
Teapot... the New England Patriots!
How many teams are there in the NFL? I want to know if this is going to run into lunch.
DMr. DeMartino
[leans over Kevin] Where were you Monday afternoon?!
Um, hanging out with the team?
[football players agree with Kevin as the class bell rings]
DMr. DeMartino
Before you run off to your next class for your naps, know that unless the guilty party comes forth, everyone will receive an "F" on the test! Do I make myself clear?
[Daria and Jane open Daria's locker]
I can't help but think that there's something in here that Upchuck's Angels overlooked.
Jane
Wow, that's a stretch. Probably just some incriminating piece of evidence that Ms. Li will jump all over as proof of your guilt. [Daria removes a pink pistol from her locker and Ms. Li, Jake, and Helen appear in police uniforms, standing behind her] Right on schedule.
Ms. Morgendorffer, you're under arrest for the murder of Kevin Thompson. Book her: murder one.
I just picked what I'm gonna fail at -- getting Quinn grounded so she can't go to that thing.
Jane
Excellent.
This way, if I blow the assignment and Quinn is grounded, I still win.
Jane
Okay. Now you gotta help me to pick something to fail at; something really impresive that doesn't required any effort of any kind.
How about performing brain surgery on Kevin?
Jane
I said no effort. Finding that brain could take weeks.
Then...how about being conventional: looking and acting like anybody else. It would take you no time to fail at that.
Jane
What are you saying? That I'm some kind of freak of nature?
Next, we have reason number 17; Endangering a minor. The Teen Fashion Extravaganza reinforces the false notion that all you need to survive is a credit card and a pair of ankle boots. This misapprehension could prove fatal should Quinn ever find herself stranded in the wild.
Jane
Although, not if she's stranded in the Wild Pair.
You know I'm gonna fail at this. They'll say Quinn has to learn by making her own mistakes...outside the house. Freeing up the phone for my mother's cavalcade of obsessive business calls.
Jane
Why, oh why can't she just have a substance abuse problem like a normal mom?
I'm gonna head home. I wanna see if they delivered my hydrocephalic skull replica.
Jane
Wait. It's time for the moment of truth. [she steps out of her closet with her hair up in a bun and wearing a light-blue mini-skirt, a red sleeveless top with a bare midriff, and a pair of clunky sandals] So, like do I look conventional, or whatever?
Tom ate your Gummi Bears even though he knew you needed them for your statue? That *was* pretty inconsiderate.
Jane
Well, now that I think about it I may not have actually told him they were for my statue, but he should have known!
Definitely. Especially since they were probably right there next to your paints. Unless he eats paint too.
Jane
Um... the Gummi Bears were in a bowl on the kitchen counter. But they were in plain view of my statue! [pause] I don't have a leg to stand on, do I?
I'd rather not answer that, stumpy.
Jane
Aw, hell.
Look, Tom's reasonable enough. Maybe if you just talked it out.
Jane
Hmm. Sounds sort of drastic.
Then, how about this? Serve him some frozen lasagna and tell him you're sorry you haven't been around much lately, but as soon as you get some time off, you're gonna do something fun together and really catch up on each other's lives.
Jane
You know, Helen ought to right a book. [sees sales girl] Quick! Before she disappears again! [runs to catch sales girl]
PAPayday Announcer
[offscreen] Payday is currently experiencing a temporary power outage. Sales of butane, propane, methane, gasoline and other combustibles will be temporarily suspended until the sprinklers and ventilation system are working again, and we can get the damn doors open. Thank you for shopping the Payday way.
[Black interior of Payday]
[offscreen] Oh, no! Kevie, someone stole our cart! [pause] Kevie?
[offscreen] Will whoever has their hand on my butt please remove it, this instant.
Jane
[offscreen] Daria?
Jane
[offscreen] Gummy bear?
[Daria sighs in frustration]
Jane
So that wasn't so difficult, was it?
Which part -- the hair coloring or the accusation of betrayal?
Jane
Oh, Daria, look, forget it. I imagined the whole thing.
Jane
Okay! Now, on to more important stuff. [removes the shower cap, revealing jagged orange blotches instead of smooth blonde stripes] Am I striped yet?
[wide-eyed] Um, no, not quite yet.
Jane
Is anything happening up there?
Uh... you know, I think I should probably get home.
Jane
Aw, come on! Don't you want to stick around for the fun? [gets up and heads over to a mirror]
Jane
Come on, Daria, you must want to see-- [looks herself at the mirror] aah! What did you do to me?
I told you I was no good at this!
Jane
Can't you paint a lousy stripe?
Jane
You did this on purpose! To take Tom away from me!
Jane
Get out of here, Daria!
Jane
How?
Jane
[angrily] JUST... GET... OUT!
[Daria sadly leaves Jane's house]
[in the bathroom]
Jane
Should we tell her it's easier to speak if you open your mouth?
[enters the bathroom] Stacy, what time is the Fashion Club meeting today?
How come?! Because I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of doing all the work while you just sit there. I tried my best, and even if it wasn't as good as Sandi's or Quinn's, a chain is only as strong as its weakest round thingy, and you refused to lift one freakin' finger! I'm through running the Fashion Club all by myself while you [imitates Tiffany] stare.... in the mirror.... and talk.... about yourself.... [normal voice] and I, I, I quit!
Hmm, maybe I should quit, too.
[Stacy leaves, while Tiffany starts plucking her eyebrows]
Jane
You saw it here first. The Fashion Club is dead. Pay me my 80 smackers.
Jane
He meant well, for a teacher who does nothing well.
I'm reminded of my father.
Jane
What? Why?
Because I can't get the phrase, "damn idiot teachers with their damn idiot brains," out of my head.
[enters] Hey, Daria, congratulations. A published story, that's amazing.
[Kevin and Brittany approach them]
Um, it's not exactly published. I sent it in, but I haven't heard back.
Then why are you telling everybody that it's been published?
Jane
Oh, you know Daria and her compulsive need to impress.
Oh. But then instead of making up stuff about writing, shouldn't you pick something good?
How's this? During the day, I'm a mild-mannered student. But at night, I fight crime in a stretchy-stretchy costume.
Cool! I didn't know that.
Kevie, you're so gullible. [she drags Kevin away]
She wears it on weekends, come on.
You know, my mother gets Musings and their fiction is awful. I bet you'll have no trouble getting in.
Good luck. [she exits and Ms. Barch enters]
Daria, in the name of Jane Austin, Emily Dickinson, Anne Bronte, Emily Bronte, and Charlotte Bronte, I want to say, "You go, girl!"
Jane
That's just how they would have put it.
Er, uh, um, nobody. It certainly didn't come up during anything other than normal in-school chitchat among colleagues. Fully dressed. With no oils involved.
Ever have one of those moments that no shower, no matter the duration nor the temperature, can ever erase?
Jane
I'm leaning toward trauma-induced amnesia myself. Punch my head, would ya?
Max, can't you look any more existential?
MMax
Existential? You said nihilistic.
I feel like I should be doing something. [after a beat, waves]
[Daria and Jane appears with video camera]
Shouldn't he have a sign that says, "Hi, Mom."
Jane
Uh, Jesse? Why don't you, um, cue the fog machine.
[Jesse reaches over rail and turns on "Big Fog" fog machine. It begins to emit smoke, and knocks. Smoke envelopes the band, causing all to cough]
[Band runs away from gazebo moments before fog machine explodes, leaving a column of smoke where it was]
Jane
[pats camera] And I got every second of it.
Jane
And he wares cuff links, and drives one of those big old cars with fins. How great is that?
Do you think it's a good idea to pick up a perfect stranger while under the influence of ink well fumes? Even if he has come here from prehistoric times.
Jane
Hey, if I didn't have the nerve to pick up guys, you wouldn't have a boyfriend.
Oh great. I'm not going to have to date this guy now, am I?
I don't know, I hate the present too, but not enough to ware a zoot suit.
Jane
He doesn't ware a zoot suit. He's a snappy dresser in the classical-elegant sense. Plus, he has impecable manners and a biting whit.
Jane
And he loves girls!!
Okay, he's got it all. [looks at Tom] Not like some guys.
It's true. If I really cared, I'd dress like a dead man too.
Jane
[stands up] Thanks for the encourgement, you two. Maybe sometime you can teach me how to pass judgement on someone I've never met.
She's going to be dissappointed.
Yeah. That's not really the kind of thing you can teach.
Did I tell you Tom's going away for a week?
Jane
To "the cove?"
Jane
That's the only place his family ever goes. I think they're training a secret militia up there.
I wish. That's so much more exciting than them just being too damn cheap to go anywhere interesting.
Jane
Hey, how do you think old money gets old?
Anyway, he'll be up there for a family wedding, so more time for you and me to hang out.
Jane
Haven't we had this conversation before? Only I said what you're saying and you said what I'm saying?
[Daria's flashback #2, while Jake and Helen are arguing in another room; Daria is obviously frightened]
[offscreen] Dammit, Helen, that's it! How much am I supposed to take?
[offscreen] Jake, this isn't about you. It's about her, having a little trouble fitting in.
[offscreen] She doesn't want to fit in, damn it! Why can't you admit that?!
[offscreen] Jake, she's a child, she doesn't know any better!
[offscreen] That's what she wants you to believe!
[offscreen] Where are you going?!
[the front door, then another door slams, with little Daria wincing each time and pulling the covers up a little tighter ends flashback sequence]
Jane
Daria? Come on, the neighbors are starting to talk.
Um... good. Soon they'll progress to cave drawings and civilization will be on its way. [crawls out of the box just as Quinn approaches]
Daria! I remembered! You were right! I remembered I was three or four and it was nighttime and I woke up because Mom and Dad were fighting, and then Dad was yelling and a door slammed and then I heard a car start up and he drove away.
Thank you. I knew I wasn't imagining it. Do you remember what they were fighting about?
Um... yeah... they were fighting about you.