- [the school is having a casino night]
- Mr. DeMartino: Daria, take my chips.
- Daria: Excuse me?
- Mr. DeMartino: You know, as a thank you for making me want to kill myself a little less than the processed sausages who call themselves your classmates.
- Jane: You're not one of those "Young people are our greatest hope" guys, are you?
- Daria: Thanks, Mr. DeMartino, but I can't. I've already reached my fun quota.
- Mr. DeMartino: Well, then, you take them, Jane. For being so...
- Jane: Yes?
- Mr. DeMartino: Angular.