[in the hallway, Daria and Jane stand in front of their poster]
[sees Jodie walking towards them] Wait.
Jodie
[walking up] What are you guys doing here?
Jodie
I can't believe what Ms. Li did to your poster. Wait a minute...what are you guys planning?
You got a bright future kid.
You don't want to be here when what's going to go down goes down.
I mean, just because you dump a guy for his older, cuter brother, does that give him the right to hold a grudge?
You know, if I knew we were going to be running around in the dirt, I wouldn't have worn my good sneakers.
Jodie
Will you quiet down? I think I see something. [leaves]
Hey Quinn, is that your cousin? [Points her finger at Sandi]
[Quinn fires the paintballs at Sandi] Ow!
[Sandi fires paintballs at both Quinn, Stacy and Tiffany]
[All of them fire at each other until they give up where Sandi takes off the helmet and the goggles]
Sandi? What are you doing here?
I was looking for the bathroom and all of a sudden you started shooting at me. I thought we promised not to do that!
I would never fire at you, Sandi. I didn't recognize you with your goggles.
Yeah, why are you wearing them, anyway? They're so ugly.
Because those are the rules.
Well, some rules were meant to be broken, like wearing red lipstick with an orange top.
Or black mascara with blond hair.
Besides, you fired on us when you were already hit, and that's against the rules, too.
Gee, if everyone's on Quinn's side, maybe Quinn should be president of the Fashion Club.
Don't be silly. I would never try to be president, as long as you were around.
Sure. I mean, do you really think I could replace you?
So, Jodie, do you belong to any clubs?
You don't have to answer that.
Jodie
I'm president of the French Club, vice president of Student Council, editor of yearbook, and I'm also on the tennis team.
Daria, why aren't you on the tennis team?
Because it's classified as a sport.
Speaking of sports, Jodie, do you know Kevin Thompson? He and Daria did a science project together.
Jodie
Oh, sure. Kevin's great... [softly to Daria] ...at smashing beer cans with his head.
I don't know why Daria doesn't hang around with him and his gang more.
For the same reason I don't sleep with my head packed in ice.
Jodie
Yeah, his name's Michael. But everyone calls him Mack.
Should we go to the main building, or just apply for jobs in the stables?
LLara
Before I came here I was an intellectual outcast. They made fun of me for quoting Ayn Rand.
Jodie
Actually, I think she's pretty disturbing...
GGraham
That's not the point. The point is that you know who she is, and that at Grove Hills, you can discuss her with people like us, instead of idiots and fools and a quarterback who tells the whole school you shower in a towel. I'd like to see a quarterback write a paper on Mao.
Jodie
I think the Cultural Revolution is...
GGraham
You have an awful lot to say for someone who doesn't even go to this school yet.
Jodie
What's that supposed to mean?
GGraham
It means why don't we see whether you get in to Grove Hills before we start listening to your opinions.
Jodie
Hey! Just because some jock made you feel like the loser you are, don't take it out on me.
GGraham
I'm not a loser! I have a 165 I.Q.!
Jodie
Who cares? You're still boring and miserable! Try taking your head out of your butt for once and opening up your myopic little eyes. Or doesn't your 165 I.Q. make you smart enough to see the way you really are? [leaves]
GGraham
I'll make sure you never set foot in this school again!
That's a relief. For a minute there I thought you were going to threaten us. [leaves]
Jodie
Come on, Daria. If you don't like any of those other projects, all we're left with is taking out a small-business loan, renting an apartment, or budgeting a funeral.
[Quinn enters living room holding cordless phone]
Um, that's sweet of you, Russell, but we just went out two weeks ago, so I really can't go out with you again for another three weeks. Well, I consider a hospital visit a date. Sorry. Anyway, good luck with the new kidney and all. Bye. [exits living room]
Is that by any chance a sibling's funeral?
Jodie
Why don't we try the loan? I do want to start my own business after college.
[Jake enters living room holding cellular phone]
Come on, Mel, give me another shot. We'll have them lining up to buy methane-powered hot tubs. Hey, how about this catchphrase: "So it smells? So what!" [pause] Come on, Mel, they're going to repossess my parking space! [exits living room]
Yes, let's start a business. Nothing like being your own boss.
Jodie
What should we call our company?
"Brink of Bankruptcy, Incorporated"?
[Helen enters living room holding cellular phone]
No, no, absolutely not! It's unethical, it's immoral, it may well be illegal. I'll have no part of it. Okay, I'll do it. [exits living room]
Jodie
It's a little busy in here. You want to take a break and get some pizza?
Can I put it on my Millennium Project Enterprises expense report?
[Jodie sighs and rolls her eyes]
Then he said his armpits would know only the embrace of his crutches!
Jodie
What does that mean?
I don't know, but it sounds bad! Like Kevvy's armpits have feelings, but not for me, now what do I do with lips so empty, so yearning?
Jodie
Lips? So we're off the armpit thing?
You know, if you break up Brittany's attempted thought, it looks like a Mystic Spiral song.
[Reading from Daria's paper] "Armpits have feelings, but not for me. Now what do I do with lips empty?" Eh. Are you sure you don't want to replace lips with skull?
He meant well, for a teacher who does nothing well.
I'm reminded of my father.
Because I can't get the phrase, "damn idiot teachers with their damn idiot brains," out of my head.
Jodie
[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?
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.
Jodie
You know, my mother gets Musings and their fiction is awful. I bet you'll have no trouble getting in.
Jodie
That's not what I meant.
Jodie
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!"
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?
I'm leaning toward trauma-induced amnesia myself. Punch my head, would ya?
Jodie
Hey. Sex is nothing to be ashamed of as long as you're responsible.
So then you and Mack have.... been responsible?
Jodie
Um.... I really don't want to discuss that right now.
Jodie I promise: Soon as my parents are dead, I'll tell you all about it.