Mark:
A girl from my long-gone past.

Mark:
Alice - she's my sister.

Daria:
Hey, guy, you want a smoke?

Mark:
You know, you're taking to a guy under discipline.

Daria:
What's that?

Mark:
This group I was in had rules against smoking. They were into a reality trip.

Daria:
What a drag!

Daria:
There's a thousand sides to everything - not just heroes and villains. So anyway... so anyway... so anyway... so anyway ought to be one word. Like a place or a river. "So Anyway River."

Mark:
Would you like to go with me?

Daria:
Where?

Mark:
Wherever I'm going.

Daria:
Are you *really* asking?

Mark:
Is that your *real* answer?