Daria: Is It Fall Yet? Page #8

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the American-Spanish War.

Close enou...

The Spanish-American War.

You know, I had my doubts at first... serious doubts. But you've come a long

way, Quinn. You should be very proud of yourself.

Thanks. Um, are you proud of me?

Of course. And I want you to drop me a line at school and let me know how you're

doing in class.

David?

Yes?

Um... I like you.

I like you, too.

No, I mean I "like" like you.

Oh. Look...

I mean, I never thought I could really "like" like someone who wasn't, you know,

really cute -- not that you're uncute -- but you know what I mean. You don't try

to be cute. Not that I would ever try to make you try to be cute.

Right.

Well? We can probably get in at least two dates before you go off to college.

Look, Quinn, it's very flattering, and you're a really nice kid, but you're not

my type.

But I already told you! I don't care what you look like.

Quinn, look, when I go out, it has to be with someone who has -- how can I put

this? -- a certain amount of depth.

But I know stuff now!

Yes, but why did you want to know stuff? So you'd be able to get into a party

school. Talk about a lack of self-esteem.

I have tons of self-esteem! I esteem myself more than anybody!

When it comes to appearance, but not in any areas that count. Look at the losers

you hang out with. No chance of feeling stupid around them.

Losers? But the whole reason I even thought of getting tutored was I knew

I could do better on the P-STATs than them.

Than they. And I'm glad to hear that. It means you're starting to understand

your potential.

So... ?

Quinn, you and I are in two different places, way too far apart to go out. You'd

hate it, believe me. But it's a real big compliment. Keep studying and good luck.

Yeah... good luck.

"Betrayal, yeah, you ruined my life. Betrayal, yeah, you're twisting the

knife... "

Trent!

Huh?

That's not helping.

Oh. Sorry. Um, you know how it is. Inspiration.

We'd better not disturb them. You got to wake Jesse up just right or he gets all disoriented.

How can you tell?

You're funny, Daria.

Anyway, don't go crazy over this Tom stuff. Even Janey said you make a good couple.

You mean made. We're not going out anymore.

Really? Why?

A lot of stuff. Mainly I got weirded out by his family.

But you weren't dating them.

Someday the curators will look back on these and say they're from my "art

colonies suck" period.

Curators?

Criminologists?

You know, when it comes to art, you and Link have a lot in common. I'd introduce

you, if he didn't loathe every fiber of my being.

This Link situation really bothers you, huh?

Serves me right for breaking my cardinal rule and trying to reach out to a lost soul.

Any kid who looks to you for nurturing is more than just lost.

Gee, thanks.

Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em.

This soup bites!

Then don't have a fourth bowl.

Mack! I'm going to take five.

These are for you.

Aw... that's sweet. I've missed you so much.

Wow. I got to buy you flowers more often. Anyway, I got them to celebrate.

I quit my job yesterday.

Oh, Mack... summer's not even over. And it was such a piece of cake.

Piece of cake? Working in a dirty, cramped truck all day for minimum wage? What

would you know about it with your glamour jobs and your golf lessons?

What's the matter with you? I'm on your side, remember?

I'm sorry. It's just... wearing that white suit, serving those little brats...

I felt like some kind of house slave in Gone With the Wind. It's just not the way

I thought the summer would go.

Hey, you're no house slave. You owed your father some money. You were doing the

stand-up thing and trying to pay him back. No big deal, you'll find another way.

I paid him back a week ago.

Oh! So how come you didn't quit then?

I wanted to make a little more money so I could take you out for dinner at Chez Pierre.

Oh, Mack, that place is so expensive.

I can afford it... for once.

I don't need Chez Pierre when I have a guy like you. Wait a minute. Who's

driving the truck?

That'll be... $1.60. Babe, how much change do I give back?

Um, let's see, $1.60 minus five is $4.40.

But I gave you a five.

Right. $5.40!

I'll have a sno-cone and a Popsicle.

Let's see, that's a ten, so I owe you...

$12.20.

Right!

The guys here are a lot better-looking in person than on their wanted posters.

Now I understand why people go to the bathroom in groups.

Don't worry... I promise not to meet a new boyfriend and leave you alone between

sets. I've learned my lesson.

Okay... speaking of Tom, I guess you heard we broke up.

I don't read the papers, remember?

I thought Trent might have said something.

Nope.

Questions, comments?

Please tell me you're not trying to get my sympathy after blowing me off for my

now ex-boyfriend.

You mean he blew you off for me. Although if you recall, that's not the way it happened.

No, I meant you blew me off for him. You wanted to go out with him regardless of

what it did to our friendship.

Hey! You stopped talking to me, remember? After you broke up with him and said

you didn't care if I dated him.

And you believed me?

I'm confused. What are we fighting about here?

We're fighting about you, Daria Morgendorffer, being dumb enough to think a

boyfriend is worth screwing up a really good friendship for.

A really important friendship.

I'm sorry if I did that. Um, I really missed you this summer.

Well, I really missed you, too. Only don't ask me to sleep over.

Huh?

Nothing. Oh, hey, Trent? I meant to tell you. You guys have a gig tonight.

You better start soon or you'll miss your next break.

Unless you take your next break now.

In which case you better take it on stage. They'll never think of looking for

you there.

And while you're up there, maybe you could play something. Oh, wait, that's what

they're paying you for. Never mind.

You guys are weird.

So what'd you miss most about me? It was my joie de vivre, wasn't it?

If you really want to know, it was your damn aura.

Wow, you did spend the summer with Mr. O'Neill.

I mean your aura of confidence. I drifted through summer in a perpetual identity

crisis, questioning everything I said and did.

That's funny, 'cause I...

And I kept thinking about you, up here doing your paintings, making your jokes,

being Jane Lane.

Being Jane Lane's what I do best.

Precisely. You know exactly who you are, and nobody's ever going to con you into

thinking you don't. I wish I'd had you around just as a role model.

You know, you're absolutely right about me.

Gee, shall I attempt further heights of ego inflation?

Please do.

Hey. We're Mystik Spiral. And this one's for Daria and Jane.

I hope it's not "You Are So Beautiful."

Oh, please make it "Close to You."

"When the aliens come, when the death rays hum, when the bummers bum, we'll

still be freakin' friends! When the whip comes down, when they nuke the town,

when dead clowns can't clown, we'll still be freakin' friends! Freakin' friends!

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