Daria: Is It Fall Yet? Page #7

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And hike... whenever you feel like it!

I... I guess maybe I've been doing more harm than good...

Thank you, Timothy. You've reawakened my hunger to enlighten. I want to teach again!

Ooh... um, that hurts a bit.

Hey, slow down.

Go to hell!

Just hear me out. Mr. O'Neill didn't ask me to speak to you, and I would never

tell him anything anyway, except my name, rank and homeroom number.

Yeah, right.

Look, I'm not good at this kind of thing -- probably because I've never done

this kind of thing -- but if you ever need someone to talk to, um... I'm around.

I don't need anyone to talk to. Especially you.

Tom! Come in. Daria! Tom's here. Jake and I are so sorry we won't be able to

make the museum benefit. Normally we love museums. In fact, we were thinking of

seeing the Van Gogh exhibit this week.

Um, that exhibit left a year ago.

Oh...

Well, at least you can be confident your mother's not addicted to sedatives.

Hey, she didn't ask to be invited to that stupid fund-raiser.

My mother was just trying to be nice. A lot of people like going to those things.

Sure. Helping the little people while avoiding contact with them at all cost.

Um, is something wrong?

No.

Come on. I had to beg you to come out tonight, and then the first thing you do

is jump down my throat. What's going on?

I don't know. It's the museum. And the country club. And your family. You know,

your whole elitist world.

It's not elitist. And it's not my world.

Don't tell me. Tell Aunt Mildred tomorrow when you get to your private island.

And be sure not to mention me to her, okay?

What?

It's obvious you don't want me mixing with your family, since you didn't ask me

to the fund-raiser or the fireworks display.

Daria, I didn't invite you to those things because I sure as hell didn't want to

go and I assumed you wouldn't either. Right?

Well, you still should have asked.

You're right.

Unless you just assumed your parents were gonna hate me.

What? What are you talking about? My parents think you're great. They know

you're really smart and headed for college and stuff. It's not like you're Jane.

What do you mean, "not like I'm Jane?" Jane's smart.

Yeah, I know she's smart. But she could get a Ph.D or spend the rest of her days

painting tiles, and her parents wouldn't care either way. If we did that, our

parents would have a fit.

So what you're saying is Jane isn't up to your family's standards. God, you're a snob.

Damn it, Daria! Quit trying to pick a fight with me!

Excuse me?

You attack my mother for inviting your parents to the fund-raiser, then attack

me for not inviting you. You say my family disapproves of you, I say they relate

to you better than Jane, and now I'm a snob.

Forgive me for being a loyal friend.

Why don't you say what you're really afraid of? The idea that you might actually

start caring about someone. 'Cause that would make you vulnerable.

Look, maybe we just jumped into this dating stuff too fast. Maybe we need to

take a break.

A break? From what? We haven't done anything! Come on, Daria!

I don't believe this.

Well, I'm not going to stand here and beg.

Fine. Nice knowing you.

Yeah, nice knowing you.

Gee, Quinn, it's sweet of you to take time out from your studies to be with the

friends you've neglected all summer.

Oh, Sandi, I just wish I were as smart as you so I wouldn't need a tutor. You

know, David's kind of funny.

If by funny you mean extraordinarily unpleasant, I agree completely. That's why

I was forced to terminate his services.

What a geek.

I know! And so... geeky!

But he said...

Yes?

Nothing. I guess David is a little geeky, although I wouldn't be surprised if

some people thought he was cute, you know, in that brainy kind of way.

Quinn? Are you trying to tell us something?

Me? Oh, no, of course not! Ooh, look! Intermediate markdowns!

Of course I did the right thing. He's from his world, I'm from mine. Never would

have worked. I mean, unless I tried or something.

Here's your book.

Um, that's not mine.

Oh, right. I borrowed it from David. Um, what do you think of him?

Seems like a nice guy. And he obviously has a high threshold for pain. Why?

No reason. Do you think he's... cute?

Well, I suppose in that not-a-brain-dead-surfer kind of way.

Yeah...

I know you may find this hard to believe, but looks aren't everything.

Really?

See, there's this thing called personality? There's also liking the same things,

having a similar sense of humor, being able to have five-minute conversations

without boring the living hell out of each other...

Like you and Tom.

Did I mention Tom?

Well, who else would you be talking about? You're obviously very compatible.

How would you know?

Daria, up until recently dating has been my major field of study!

Well, you've never met his family.

You can't judge someone by their family. I mean what if people judged me by... blech!

Got to go.

That's it. Must... contact... intelligent... life.

Hey. Call.

Hello?

Hope you don't mind that I called.

Daria!

How are things going?

Fine, fine, fine. Couldn't be better.

Sucks, huh?

Only in a mind-numbingly pretentious kind of way.

Do you think, um, a familiar face might cheer you up?

What do you mean? Like floating in space over the bed, saying my name over and

over again in a creepy voice?

Jane...

Look, I don't really feel like any visitors right now. It's nothing personal.

Wait...

I don't want to talk about it, okay? Nothing you could say can change that.

I'll pay you.

Trent was going to drop by on his way to a gig. Maybe you can hitch a ride. They

can always use an extra person to push.

Now, this is called mouth-to-mouth regurgitation. Ready, babe?

Ready!

Did you see how I pinched Britt's nose to, like keep the air from getting out? I

could just stick my fingers up there, but who knows what...

Oh, Kevvy!

Peep show's over! Everyone scram! Hey, Romeo and Juliet...

Ow!

You're fired!

Here you go.

It's about time!

I want a fudgy pop!

Hey, I was here first!

Shut up, you jerk!

This is dripping!

What are you doing here?

Oh, Mack, something terrible happened!

It's okay. The sun isn't really gone. It's just hiding behind the clouds.

No! We got fired!

Trent... does it ever bother you that the speedometer is stuck at ten miles per hour?

Hmm... ten. That reminds me. Time for dinner.

Just for the record, the police generally don't like it when you drive on the

wrong side of the road.

Tell me about it.

No, thanks. Um... how's Jane been doing?

Oh. Okay.

I haven't talked to her much this summer.

Well, you know. The Tom thing.

Look, we...

Hey, Janey knows you guys didn't mean to hurt her. She'll come around. Trust me.

Yeah. Thanks, Trent.

"Betrayal, yeah, a stab in the back. Betrayal, yeah, I'm stretched on the rack.

Betrayal, yeah, thrown out of the... thrown out of the... "

Pack?

"Thrown out of the pack. Betrayal... betrayal, yeah. Betrayal... betrayal...

betrayal, yeah... "

... and that's how Randolph Hearst's yellow journalism helped get the U.S. into

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