[at Mom's Diner, Daria is sitting at a booth as she sees Jane arrive; when Jane enters the diner, Daria rushes over and hugs her; Daria and Jane are sitting in the booth with their coffee]
I'm not quite getting this. You ran off because of a fight your parents had 11 years ago?
It's not the fight. It's the sudden realization that all these years, when I thought they were torturing me, in reality I was the one torturing them.
First of all, I don't think it's either-or. From where I'm sitting, you and your folks have done a great job of torturing each other. And second of all, you mean to tell me you don't know when you're busting them?
Yes, I know when I'm busting them. What I didn't realize is what a pain I've been when I thought I was just being me.
Huh?
At age 6, I decide I don't need to talk to other kids ever again; my parents are the ones who get called into school. At 12, I decide to try out some Shakespearean insults on my teachers; my parents are the ones who get called into school. At 15, I start writing violent revenge fantasies just to get a reaction...
Your parents, et cetera, et cetera. Gotcha. But I never got the idea that they minded that much.
Yeah. Which just makes it even worse.
You really need to discuss this with them.
I know, but first I had to talk to someone I could trust.
Yeah, I'm sorry you didn't make it to the cove.
I'm not. It would have been good to see Tom, but this way, I got to talk to the person I trust most.