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: Listen, I got to get to rehearsal. I'm late. Daria Morgendorffer
: How do you know? You don't wear a watch. Trent Lane
: I'm always late. That's why I don't wear a watch. They depress me. Daria Morgendorffer
: You know, Trent, somehow that makes perfect sense. Trent Lane
: Sorry again about, you know... everything. Daria Morgendorffer
: That's okay. Trent Lane
: All right then, Daria. See you around.
[Trent kisses Daria on the cheek and leaves
] Daria Morgendorffer
: See ya.
: We're Mystic Spyral. We'll be back for a second set. Jesse Moreno
: This was the first set! Trent Lane
: Uhh... yeah.
: Thanks for the ride. Trent Lane
: Thanks for coming to the gig. I gotta get back before Max and Nicholas kill each other. Daria Morgendorffer
: Yeah, you don't wanna miss that.
: You and Jane aren't really morning people, are you? Trent Lane
: Hey, the night holds the key. Daria Morgendorffer
: The key to what? Trent Lane
: I don't know, Daria, it's early.
: The second set's just the stuff that's not good enough for the first. I wouldn't stay for it myself, if I weren't in the band.
: We're thinking of changing our name. Do you think if we spelled Mystik Spiral with two y's it would be better? Daria
] And if I spelled my name D-a-r-y-a I'd be crowned Miss America.
: Daria, do you ever feel like you are wasting your life? Daria
: Only when I'm awake.
[Trent, Daria, Jane and Jesse get stuck in a traffic jam
: This is just like that R.E.M. video, only you can't read everyone's thoughts.
[we see Daria and the caption "Thank God"
: Oh, man. That was Curtis Stalano. Jane
: Who? Trent
: He graduated with us. Now he's working in a toll booth. Whoa. Jesse Moreno
: You'd never catch me at a job like that. Daria
: [Thinking to herself
] Because it falls under the category of employment. Trent
: Hey man, we're artists. Who knows where we'll be in five years. Daria
: [Thinking to herself
] Still living over your parents' garage? Jane
: [Loudly whispering
] Say it, Daria. Whatever you're thinking, say it. If you don't, they'll go on like this for hours. Jesse Moreno
: We've got a vision. Trent
: Eyes on the prize, man. Eyes on the prize. Jesse Moreno
: Yeah, and this guy's not about selling out. Trent
: No way. Jane
: 'Cause for that to happen, you'd need someone interested in buying.
: Well someone had to pick up the slack!
: [Daria. returning from peeing in the bushes. climbs into the van and sits
] Cool, Daria? Daria
: Yeah. I'm ready for my abuse, Mr. DeMille. Trent
: [cars begin slowly moving
] Hey, looks like the traffic is letting up. Daria
: [to Jane
] They're... not going to make fun of me? Jane
: For peeing in the woods? They're in a band, Daria. Those boys puke on each other on a regular basis. Jesse Moreno
: [to Trent
] That reminds me, you owe me a shirt.
: [Daria, trying to imagine her future, comes home to an out-of-shape Trent
] Trent, honey, I'm home! Trent Lane
: Hey. Daria Morgendorffer
: Good day? Trent Lane
: Not much happened. Daria Morgendorffer
: Don't worry, Trent. I'm sure Mystik Spiral is on the brink of success... Trent Lane
: We really should change the name. Daria Morgendorffer
: ...and I don't mind working double shifts at the gene splicing lab until you make it. Trent Lane
: Face it, Daria, we're never going to get our big break. I gotta get a real job. Um, I'll need some money to get my tattoo removed. Daria Morgendorffer
: Honey, we have to save right now. Trent Junior needs glasses. Thick ones. Trent Lane
: Don't you understand? Every time I look at this stupid tattoo, it reminds me how I've wasted my life. But I'm not giving up. I'm determined to lie here on the couch until things turn around. Daria Morgendorffer
: Oh, Trent. Whatever happened to the man I married? Trent Lane
: We never got married, remember? I overslept.
: Umm... there were some phone messages I almost forgot about.
[Refers to writing on hand
] Trent Lane
: Let's see... Penny's coming in from Costa Rica. Some kind of problem with a volcano, and dad's finished taking pictures of Celtic rock formations. He's on his way back to print. Jane
: What's that written on your other hand? Trent Lane
: ..."Change name of Mystic Spyral to Something Something Explosion."
: I'm sorry I broke the rules. We don't really have any rules at our house, right Janey? Jane
: Well, there's that one about not building a fire in the rooms that don't have fire places. Trent Lane
: You know, I once lived in a tent in the yard for 6 months, waiting for someone to invite me back in the house...
: Has anyone seen Jane? Vincent Lane
: She was just standing there a few minutes... uhh... days ago.
[On Jane's plans to go to an art college after graduation
] Trent Lane
: I don't really think you're a sell-out. Jane Lane
: Well, that's not exactly an apology, but you know what they say about beggars. Trent Lane
: That they'll only spend it on booze? Jane Lane
: Never mind.
: Um, why do you want to go to art college? You're already an artist. Jane Lane
: I know, but I want to be a starving artist so I need to ring up more debt.
: Trent... does it ever bother you that the speedometer is stuck at ten miles per hour? Trent
: Hmm... ten. That reminds me; time for dinner.
] Betryal, yeah, stabbed in the back. Betrayal, yeah, I'm stretched on the rack. Betryal, yeah, thrown outa the... thrown outa the... Daria Morgendorffer
: Pack? Trent
] thrown outa the pack. Betrayal, betrayal. Yeah, betrayal, betrayal, yeah...
: Vinyl has a richer tone. Jane Lane
: You're tuned to the radio. Trent Lane
: I wondered why Zappa was selling fish sticks.
: Well, I have to go. Mystic Spiral has a practice at seven. Jane
: It's nine. Trent
: Oh... I'd better get going, then.
] I've been working on the railroad, Trent Lane
] Every pointless day. Stan
] I've been working on the railroad, Trent Lane
] While my life gets pissed away. Stan
] Can't you hear the whistle blowing, Trent Lane
] Shattering my dreams in the morn. Stan
] Can't you hear the captain shouting Trent Lane
] "Wish I was never born!"
[Jane and Trent are on a plane on their way to a family reunion which they are not at all thrilled about
: Let's talk strategy. I don't wanna arrive without a plan. Trent Lane
: Hey, I already thought of that. As soon as we get there, we find a bar, and we don't leave it until we're unconscious. Jane
: Good plan. But, first of all, they probably wouldn't serve me. Second, I don't want to pass out. And third, right before *you* pass out, you'll decide it's time to be *honest* with everyone. Trent Lane
: Oh, yeah. Bad idea. Don't want to be honest with Aunt Ellie about her vacation pictures. Jane
: [grimacing in disgust
] Or Cousin Jimmy about his modeling career. Trent Lane
: Or Aunt Bernice about her hats. Jane
: Who's Aunt Bernice? Trent Lane
: You know, from Middlebury? She wears those straw hats. Thinks they're country or something. They look like the kind they put on horses to keep the sun off their heads.
[Jane looks over to her left, at a scowling old woman sitting next to her, who happens to be Aunt Bernice - wearing a large straw hat like the ones Trent mentioned. Clearly she heard what Trent said about her
: You say she's from Middlebury? Trent Lane
: Yeah. Jane
: So, we'd be flying out of the same airport. Trent Lane
: Yeah, yeah, Janey. What's your point?
[Trent removes his sunglasses, and suddenly notices that Aunt Bernice is sitting near them, glaring at him
] Aunt Bernice
] Hello, Trent. Trent Lane
: [puts his sunglasses on
] Um... hello, Aunt Bernice. I like your hat.
[Jane pats her forehead in an "ah, jeez" gesture. Aunt Bernice still looks annoyed
: All right, here's the plan. I'll sit right here with my foot on the accelerator, ready to burn rubber. Jane
: Trent, pull over there and make sure to turn off the car in case you fall asleep. Trent Lane
: Alternate plan. Cool.
: No really, what are you doing here? Trent
: Y'know, I thought I'd check it out. Get used to being around fashion types. Trent
: [Jane stares at Trent
] Y'know, for the future. Jane
: Trent, what are you talking about? Trent
: You know, models. Musician. Models. Musician!
[points at self
: Some people say that's what drove him to madness. Others say, you know, no.
[after finding out Trent wrote a jingle for a car commercial
: What's the going rate for an artist's soul these days? Trent Lane
: Twenty bucks, an hour of free studio time and a set of tires. Jane
: That's it? Trent Lane
: They're new tires.
: I don't get abstract art. Who wants to look at a bunch of squiggly six-eyed people when you can get those really pretty cat paintings on the shopping network? Not that I would ever waste money on art. Trent Lane
: Hey, Janey. You got any money? Quinn
: Money? Are you going out? I wouldn't mind going out for a while. Of course, I don't know if I'd want to go out with someone dressed like that. Trent Lane
: Uh, who are you? Jane
: You remember Quinn, Daria's sister? Trent Lane
: Oh, yeah. Daria's sister. Hey. Quinn
: Excuse me, I have a name. Trent Lane
: Right. Daria's sister.
: Haven't you always wanted to get pierced? Daria
: No. It just seems too much like getting tortured for the sake of some sub-cultures notion of beauty.
: Hey, you know, about Tom and all... it'll be okay. Jane Lane
: Yeah, some part of me knows that. Some part of me is actually saying that breaking up is right. Trent Lane
: Maybe it is. Jane Lane
: So how come every five minutes I feel like I'm going to throw up? Trent Lane
: I don't know. You haven't been eating out of the refrigerator again, have you? Jane Lane
: Would you say sleeping with the guitar in your hands is practicing? Trent
: As long as you don't drop it.