Jane: A lot of weirdness around here lately.
Daria: Yeah. I won't be sorry to see this day end.
Jane: You say that every day.
Daria: Oh, yeah.
Jane: Did we just see a U.F.O.?
Daria: You're getting paranoid. It's probably just an informal get-together of local stalkers. You know, hang out, swap stories, try out each other's skeleton keys.
Jane: But only an idiot would go stalking with a flashlight.
Daria: Come on. This is Lawndale.
Jane: Oh, yeah.
Jane: So you convinced your dad you're not a communist?
Daria: Yeah, I'm showing him how much I love money by hitting him up for it every chance I get.
Jane: Come on, not even aliens would give the planet to the Fashion Club. You're getting paranoid.
Daria: I'm not talking about aliens. But there's something out there. Something stupid.
[agents are looking for "different" people]
Jane: Different, huh? What do you think I'll get if I turn you in?
Daria: More quality time with Brittany and Kevin.
Jane: Curse you different ones and your insidious logic.
Mr. O'Neill: Have you been watching "The X-Files"? I know I have.
Daria: And that's good.
Mr. O'Neill: But you know what's interesting?
Jane: Why do you encourage him?
Helen: Come on, Daria, something interesting must have happened yesterday.
Jake: How about that friend of yours - what's new with her?
Daria: Not much.
Helen: What about the newspaper? Read anything interesting there lately?
Daria: I did see an article by an efficiency expert who claims one really intense conversation with your child over breakfast is worth a whole week of unfocused parenting. Did you catch that article?
Daria: Come on now. Aliens don't hide in the bushes. It's probably just a stalker.