Daria1997

Daria:
Listen, Quinn...

Quinn:
You know, maybe I should get b*obs. I bet if I got some b*obs on credit, I can get the rest of the money in no time.

Daria:
Quinn...

Quinn:
Or maybe Dr. Shar will give me a part time job sweeping up fat or something.

Daria:
Quinn...

Quinn:
I mean, I like being attractive and popular. It's, like, me, okay? So if Dr. Shar makes everyone else attractive and popular, then I'll have to be even more attractive just to keep up, and then if they, like, go back her to catch up to me, then I'll have to go back, and pretty soon it'll be like one of those vicious things! Where will it end Daria? Where will it end?

Daria:
You don't need surgery, Quinn. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, and I'll deny I every said it, but there's nothing wrong with you... physically. You've got the kind of looks that make other girls mentally ill. So stop it. You don't need any plastic surgery. You're perfect.

Quinn:
Why do I even bother talking to you?