- ♪ LA-LA, LA, LA-LA ♪
♪ LA-LA, LA, LA-LA ♪
- HEY, KIDDO!
GUESS YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT OLD DAD IS UP TO
WITH THE BIG STEW POT.
- GUESS AGAIN.
- DARIA, I WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
WITH A HANKERING.
I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THE OLD KITCHEN SINK STEW
THEY USED TO SERVE US AT THE MILITARY ACADEMY.
YOU KNOW WHY THEY CALLED IT THAT?
- BECAUSE THEY PUT IN EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK.
HMM, LET'S SEE...
SOUP STOCK, PEPPERCORNS, OREGANO, CHILIES...
[screams]
OH, GOD!
- WHY IS YOUR FATHER--
- DON'T ASK.
- READING SOMETHING?
- YES.
- MAY I ASK WHAT IT IS?
- IT'S A BOOK. FOR SCHOOL.
ABOUT HOW FICTION SHOULD DO MORE THAN JUST ENTERTAIN.
- THAT SOUNDS INTERESTING.
- YEAH.
A WRITER WRITING A BOOK
ABOUT HOW WRITERS SHOULD WRITE BOOKS.
MUST HAVE BEEN A HUGE SELLER.
- [screams]
- WELL...
ANYTHING ELSE GOING ON IN SCHOOL?
- LET'S SEE.
NOBODY TALKED TO ME AGAIN THIS WEEK,
I WASN'T INVITED TO ANY PARTIES FOR THE WEEKEND,
AND I THINK I'M GETTING ONE OF THOSE
REALLY PAINFUL COLD SORES.
SO ALL IN ALL, ANOTHER GREAT WEEK.
- OH, DARIA.
- HELEN! HELEN!
WHAT'S THE NUMBER FOR 911?
- DARIA, DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT EVERYTHING
IN SUCH A NEGATIVE LIGHT?
- COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE REFERRING
TO THE HARSH LIGHT OF REALITY?
- TIFFANY SAYS A COLD FRONT IS COMING THROUGH.
HAS ANYONE SEEN MY REALLY CUTE FUZZY PINK SWEATER?
AND IF I CAN'T FIND IT, CAN I BUY ANOTHER ONE?
THANKS.
- DARIA... - DON'T BOTHER.
- MY TONGUE!
DEAR GOD, IT'S BLACK!
HELEN!
- BE RIGHT THERE, JAKE.
- SO WHAT GARDNER IS TELLING US
IS THAT THE WRITER OF FICTION HAS A DUTY
THAT GOES BEYOND THE MERE TELLING OF A STORY.
HIS OR HER JOB IS TO TELL A STORY IN SUCH A WAY
AS TO LEAVE THE READER...
WHAT, KEVIN?
- SCREAMING FOR MORE
FULL-CONTACT MARTIAL ARTS EXCITEMENT?
- DARIA?
- I BELIEVE MR. GARDNER FEELS
IT'S THE WRITER'S DUTY TO STEER THE READER
TOWARD MORE CONSCIENTIOUS BEHAVIOR,
NO MATTER HOW DULL THAT MAKES THE STORY.
- [sighs] VERY GOOD, DARIA.
NOW, KEEPING THAT IN MIND,
I WANT YOU EACH TO SELECT A BOOK FROM THE LIST IN FRONT OF YOU
FOR A REPORT ON ITS MORAL INTENTION.
YES, KEVIN?
- PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN GLASS HOUSES SHOULDN'T THROW STONES.
I GOT ONE, BABE.
I GOT ONE!
- [sobs]
- EXCUSE ME.
- YES, DARIA?
- THIS LIST OF BOOKS,
I'VE READ ALL OF THEM.
- OH, NO.
UM, WOULD YOU LIKE TO PICK ANOTHER BOOK TO READ, THEN?
- I GUESS.
- WAIT! BRAINSTORM.
INSTEAD OF TRYING TO READ A STORY
FOR ITS MORAL DIMENSIONS,
WHAT IF YOU WROTE A STORY WITH MORAL DIMENSIONS?
- UM...
- A SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT, DARIA, JUST FOR YOU.
- I DON'T KNOW.
WHO WOULD I WRITE ABOUT? WHAT WOULD THEY DO?
- WELL, WHY DON'T YOU WRITE A STORY
TAKING PEOPLE YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE
AND TURNING THEM INTO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS?
- I WONDER IF ANYONE WOULD NOTICE A DIFFERENCE.
- SO HOW'S THE STORY COMING?
OR DOES IT DISTURB YOU IF I TALK WHILE YOU'RE WRITING?
- IT WOULD DISTURB ME IF I WERE ACTUALLY DOING ANY WRITING.
- WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
TAKE PEOPLE YOU KNOW AND HAVE THEM DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.
I'D MAKE THEM CRAWL, I TELL YOU.
CRAWL!
- EASY, TIGER.
- WHO ARE YOU GONNA WRITE ABOUT?
- I HAVEN'T A CLUE.
- HMM...
HOW ABOUT KEVIN AND BRITTANY?
YOU COULD WRITE A THRILLING ROMANCE
LEADING UP TO THEIR STORYBOOK WEDDING.
- YOU NEED TO START WEARING A HAT
WHEN YOU GO OUT IN THE SUN.
- BOY, WOULD I LIKE TO BE THERE
WHEN THOSE TWO TIE THE NOOSE.
[Wedding March playing]
- AND DO YOU, KEVIN, TAKE THIS PULCHRITUDINOUS WOMAN
TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY WEDDED WIFE?
- KEVIN!
- I, UH... WHAT DID YOU SAY?
- I SAID DO YOU, KEVIN,
ASSUME LEGAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS OVERRIPE SPECIMEN
OF FEMALE-HOOD STANDING NEXT TO YOU?
THE ONE IN WHITE, SON!
- KEVIN!
KEVIN!
- WELL?
- ANSWER HIM, KEVIE.
- UM...
- KEVIN!
- JANE!
[upbeat acoustic music]
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- AH...
BRITTANY.
PLEASE ACCEPT MY CONDOLENCES
ON THE UNFORTUNATE WAY THE BIGGEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE
HAS TURNED OUT.
- YES!
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- DARIA?
DARIA?
WHAT ABOUT THEIR WEDDING?
WOULDN'T THAT BE FUNNY TO WRITE ABOUT?
- WHAT?
UH, NO.
I DON'T KNOW.
- OKAY.
- I MEAN, IF I WERE GONNA WRITE ABOUT MATING RITUALS,
I THINK I'D GO BACK A COUPLE HUNDRED YEARS
WHEN WOMEN EITHER MARRIED OR SHRIVELED UP AND BLEW AWAY.
- INSTEAD OF MARRYING AND THEN SHRIVELING UP,
LIKE THEY DO NOW?
- MR. LANE LEFT HIS CARD YESTERDAY.
MOTHER SAID HE APPEARED MOST ANXIOUS TO CALL UPON YOU.
- I CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT FOR.
MR. LANE'S TEMPERAMENT, OUTLOOK,
INDEED HIS VERY MANNERS ARE SUCH AS TO AROUSE BEMUSEMENT
RATHER THAN ENDEARMENT IN THE OBJECT OF HIS ATTENTIONS.
- HUH?
- HE'S FLAKY.
- FLAKY THOUGH HE MAY BE,
ONE DAY, ALL OF DEVONHEAVENSHIRE WILL BE HIS,
HIS TO SHARE WITH WHOSOEVER IS LUCKY ENOUGH
TO BECOME LADY LANE.
- DEAR SISTER, I WOULD HOPE
THAT WHOEVER DOES BECOME LADY LANE
DOES SO OUT OF REGARD FOR MR. LANE
AND NOT FOR HIS ESTATE.
- WHAT ABOUT HIS CAR?
- HMM.
- BUT LOOK!
HERE APPROACHES MR. LANE HIMSELF,
ALONG WITH HIS SISTER'S ADMIRER, MR. MORENO.
- GOOD MORNING, MISS MORGENDORFFER, MISS QUINN.
I PRAY THE DAY FINDS YOU WELL.
- YEAH.
- AND A GOOD MORNING TO YOU, SIRS.
- INDEED, IT PROMISES TO BE A GLORIOUS MORNING
AND ONE TO GLADDEN THE STONIEST OF HEARTS.
- YEAH.
- LET US HOPE SO, INDEED,
FOR NOTHING SO RECOMMENDS THIS WORLD
AS THE PROMISE WITH WHICH IT OFFERS UP EACH GENTLE DAY.
- AND, PRAY, UPON THIS DEWY MORNING,
WHAT ERRAND IS IT THAT FINDS YOU GUYS ABROAD?
- ERRAND WE HAVE NONE.
BUT WITH ANY LUCK, WE SHALL HAVE SPORT.
WE AWAIT THE OTHER MEMBERS OF OUR HUNTING PARTY,
AND I BELIEVE I GLIMPSE THEM NOW.
- GOOD CHEER, MISS MORGENDORFFER.
- GOOD DAY, QUINN.
- MY, WHAT MILD WEATHER.
both: GOOD DAY.
- MISS QUINN, MAY I GET YOU A BRACING SPOT OF TEA?
- DO YOU NEED A POWDER TO CURE THE VAPORS?
- I'LL TUNE YOUR PIANOFORTE.
- OH, QUINN, YOUR SUITORS ARE SO NUMEROUS
BECAUSE YOU ARE SO FAIR AND GOOD.
- OH, SISTER, YOUR WIT AND JUDGMENT
ASSURE THAT YOU WILL MARRY NOT ONLY WELL BUT WISELY.
- DID SHE SAY "MARRY"?
- YEAH.
- OH, WELL.
- I REALLY SUCK AT THIS.
- NO. NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT.
THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE.
OH, MY GOD, WHAT HAS YOUR FATHER DONE NOW?
JAKE!
DARIA?
- HUH?
- IS SOMETHING WRONG?
- WRONG?
UH, NO.
I'M THINKING ABOUT AN ASSIGNMENT I GOT IN SCHOOL.
- ANYTHING I CAN HELP WITH?
- NO.
[sighs]
I'M SUPPOSED TO WRITE A STORY USING PEOPLE I KNOW
AS FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
- REALLY?
THAT SOUNDS FASCINATING.
- NOT SO FAR.
EVERYTHING I WRITE COMES OUT BAD.
I HAVE NO STORY.
- OH, I'M SURE--
[phone rings]
HANG ON A SECOND, DARIA.
HELLO?
NO, THAT'S NOT A COUNTEROFFER. IT'S AN INSULT.
I WILL TALK TO YOU TOMORROW DURING OFFICE HOURS.
GOOD-BYE!
OKAY, NOW, WHAT ARE THE OTHER STUDENTS WRITING?
- THEY'RE NOT.
THIS IS AN EXTRA ASSIGNMENT JUST FOR ME.
- OH.
- A PUNISHMENT FOR BEING SMART.
- NOW, COME ON, DARIA, I'M SURE YOU'LL DO A GREAT JOB
IF YOU JUST PUT YOUR MIND TO IT.
- YOU ARE VERY, VERY WRONG.
- SURE, YOU WILL.
ALL YOU-- [phone rings]
YES?
TOMORROW!
DURING OFFICE HOURS.
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS GET OFF YOUR TOKUS
AND DO IT.
WHEN QUINN HAS A CHALLENGE--
- QUINN?
ALL HER CHALLENGES INVOLVE COORDINATING HER SHOES
WITH THE COLOR OF HER DATE'S EYES.
- DARIA, WHAT I MEAN IS--
- HOW CAN YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT QUINN?
SHE'LL NEVER HAVE THIS KIND OF PROBLEM.
IT INVOLVES THINKING.
YOU MAKE ME TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG, IN BETWEEN CALLS,
AND THEN YOU BRING UP QUINN?
DON'T YOU KNOW ME AT ALL?
- GOOD ONE, MORGENDORFFER.
[phone rings]
DAMN!
[psychedelic rock music]
- MAN, WHAT A GOOD DAY TO JUST KICK BACK AND CHILL.
- YOU GOT THAT RIGHT.
- CAN'T STOP TO TALK.
A BIG PARTY AT STACY'S IN FOUR HOURS.
GOT TO DRESS.
- QUINN, DON'T YOU THINK
YOU'VE TAKEN THIS POPULARITY THING TOO FAR?
- HUH?
- THIS WELL-LIKED TEEN CRAP.
DON'T YOU HAVE ANY DEPTH AT ALL?
- WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE DARIA?
- OH, HEY, DARIA.
- UM, DO YOU WANT TO TALK TO QUINN ALONE?
- NO, SWEETIE.
AS A MATTER OF FACT,
WE WERE JUST TELLING HER HOW WE WISH
SHE'D BE MORE LIKE YOU.
- AGAIN.
- WELL, NOT EVERYONE CAN HAVE THE SAME--
- DON'T YOU THINK I WANT TO BE MORE LIKE DARIA?
DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD IF I COULD?
GOD, MOM AND DAD, WHY WON'T YOU ACCEPT IT?
I'LL NEVER BE LIKE DARIA.
THAT'S MY CURSE
AND MY BURDEN.
I KNOW IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT,
BUT LOOK WHAT YOUR PERFECTION HAS DONE TO ME.
[cries]
- SHOULDN'T WE COMFORT HER OR SOMETHING?
- [laughs] OH, LET HER GO.
- SHE'LL GET OVER IT.
- WE SHOULD AT LEAST TELL HER ABOUT THAT EIGHT-LANE HIGHWAY
THEY BUILT OUTSIDE THE HOUSE DURING THE NIGHT.
- HMM, YOU MAY BE RIGHT.
[horns honk and tires screech]
[loud crash]
- THAT CAN'T BE GOOD.
[loud crash]
- OW!
GOD!
- ANOTHER MASTERPIECE.
SO IT TURNS OUT THAT MY LIFE UP TO NOW HAS BEEN A SHAM.
I CAN'T WRITE.
I CAN'T PRODUCE A SIMPLE STORY.
- WOW, DARIA.
I NEVER FIGURED YOU FOR A LACK OF IMAGINATION.
- I HAVE IMAGINATION.
I CAN COME UP WITH ALL SORTS OF IDEAS,
BUT NONE OF THEM FEELS TRUE.
- WELL, WHAT'S YOUR DEFINITION OF "TRUE"?
- SOMETHING THAT SAYS SOMETHING.
- WHAT? ANYTHING?
- NO, SOMETHING.
ABOUT SOMETHING.
- LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT.
YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING,
NOT JUST ANYTHING,
THAT SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT SOMETHING.
- RIGHT.
- GEE, WHO'D EVER BELIEVE
YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE COMMUNICATING?
[knock on door]
- WHOM SHALL I SAY IS CALLING?
- DARIA, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT?
- NO, THANK YOU.
- ARE YOU SURE, SWEETIE?
- I NEED SOME TIME ALONE
TO WORK OUT MY FEELINGS.
- DARIA!
- OR DO A CROSSWORD.
- DARIA...
- GAH, HELEN! MY STEW!
THE STOVE'S ON FIRE!
- OH, FOR THE LOVE OF...
[groovy bass music]
♪ ♪
[thunder booming]
- UNHOLY MOTHER, SISTER OF SATAN,
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE IN YOUR FILTHY BREW.
SAY WHAT THE MISTS OF TIME HOLD FOR ME.
- HAVE YOU MY PAYMENT?
THE TENDER LIVER OF A NEWBORN BABE.
- I, UM, WAS IN A RUSH.
WILL YOU TAKE A CHECK?
- A CHECK?
HAVE YOU TWO FORMS OF I.D.?
- TELL ME YOU CAN BRING ME POWER!
POWER TO CRUSH MY ENEMIES, TO TRIUMPH OVER ALL!
- YES, I CAN BRING YOU THIS POWER.
BUT WHY SHOULD MEN GET ALL THE GOOD JOBS?
[thunder booming]
- TELL ME YOU CAN BRING ME POWER,
POWER TO CRUSH MY ENEMIES, TO TRIUMPH OVER ALL!
-I CAN'T WAIT TO TASTE THIS STEW.
- FOR I SWEAR BY THE UNHOLY IMP THAT SPAWNED YOU,
I WILL RULE THE LAND.
- BUT WHAT DO I GET TO RULE?
[thunder booming]
- SILENCE, TOOTHLESS HAG.
- YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET PERSONAL.
- UM...
- DARIA!
HOW'S THE SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT GOING?
- UM, THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT.
I'D LIKE NOT TO DO IT.
- OH, NO.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, DARIA?
YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO WRITE ANYTHING?
- NO, I'VE WRITTEN A LOT OF STUFF,
BUT IT'S NOT UP TO MY STANDARDS.
AND THAT DISTURBS ME, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE STANDARDS.
- WHAT'S WRONG?
- IT'S THIS IDEA OF USING PEOPLE I KNOW AS CHARACTERS.
I THINK I MIGHT BE BETTER OFF WITH A BUNCH OF CHARACTERS
I JUST MADE UP.
- BUT THAT'S THE CHALLENGE OF THE FICTION WRITER, DARIA:
TO TAKE WHAT WE LEARN IN REAL LIFE
AND TURN IT INTO SOMETHING THAT'S NOT REALLY REAL
BUT HAS A REAL LIFE ALL ITS OWN.
- WELL, THAT SOUNDS GREAT IN THEORY,
I THINK,
BUT I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT MY CHARACTERS SHOULD BE DOING.
- OKAY, THAT'S NOT A PROBLEM.
WE'LL ALTER THE ASSIGNMENT SLIGHTLY.
SOMETIMES BOUNDARIES CAN PARADOXICALLY PROVIDE US
WITH FREEDOM.
WE'LL SAY IT SHOULD INCLUDE AN ACTIVITY OF SOME KIND.
LET'S SEE.
A FOREST FIRE?
NO, THAT COULD END IN TRAGEDY.
SOME KIND OF ORTHOSCOPIC SURGERY?
NO, THAT CAN GET MESSY.
I KNOW: A GAME OF CARDS.
- A GAME OF CARDS?
- SURE, AND IT CAN BE ANY CARD GAME YOU WANT.
- GEE, THANKS.
THAT'LL REALLY HELP.
- GLAD TO HEAR IT. HAVE FUN.
[thunder booming]
- UNHOLY MOTHER, SISTER OF SATAN,
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE IN YOUR FILTHY BREW.
TELL ME WHAT THE MISTS OF TIME HOLD FOR ME.
- HAVE YOU MY PAYMENT?
THE TENDER LIVER OF A NEWBORN BABE?
- I'M A LITTLE SHORT ON LIVERS.
TELL YOU WHAT.
PLAY YOU A QUICK GAME OF FIVE-CARD STUD FOR IT.
- JACKS WILD.
- DARIA?
DARIA, THE TV'S NOT ON.
- SHH. I'M WATCHING THIS.
- DARIA, I'M SORRY ABOUT NOT BEING MORE SENSITIVE EARLIER.
- DOESN'T COMPARING ONE SIBLING TO ANOTHER
GET YOU AN AUTOMATIC "F" IN PARENTING 101?
- THERE IS NO PARENTING 101.
THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
THERE'S NO COURSE THAT CAN TEACH YOU
TO BE A PERFECT MOTHER.
- THAT'S OBVIOUS.
- DARIA, I APOLOGIZED FOR NOT HELPING YOU BEFORE.
I'M OFFERING TO HELP YOU NOW.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
- MY STORY SUCKS.
- WELL, HONEY, I'M SURE IF YOU JUST GIVE IT
ANOTHER DAY OR TWO...
- EVERYTHING I DO HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE.
I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING MEANINGFUL.
I CAN'T WRITE ANYTHING AT ALL.
- MAYBE YOU'RE TRYING TOO HARD.
MAYBE YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING MEANINGFUL,
JUST SOMETHING HONEST.
- I CAN DO HONEST.
I LOOK AROUND ME. I DESCRIBE WHAT I SEE.
- HOW ABOUT DESCRIBING WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO SEE, HONESTLY?
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- DARIA, THE EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD FOR YOU
IS BEING HONEST ABOUT WHAT YOU OBSERVE.
- AND...
- WHAT'S HARD FOR YOU IS BEING HONEST ABOUT YOUR WISHES,
ABOUT THE WAY YOU THINK THINGS SHOULD BE, NOT THE WAY THEY ARE.
YOU GLOSS OVER IT WITH A CYNICAL JOKE,
AND NOBODY FINDS OUT WHAT YOU REALLY BELIEVE IN.
- AHA.
SO MY EVIL PLAN IS WORKING.
- IF YOU REALLY WANT TO BE HONEST,
BE TRUTHFUL ABOUT WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO HAPPEN.
THERE'S A CHALLENGE.
- WHEN THE HELL DID YOU LEARN SO MUCH ABOUT ME?
- IT'S A FUNNY THING, DARIA.
YOU GIVE BIRTH TO SOMEONE,
YOU JUST GET AN URGE TO KEEP TABS ON THEM.
OH, HI, SWEETIE.
- HOW ARE YOU, MOM?
- PRETTY GOOD.
YOU KNOW, EVERY MORNING, IT'S A LITTLE HARDER
TO GET OUT OF BED.
- FOR ME TOO.
[both chuckle]
- YOUR FATHER, ON THE OTHER HAND,
SEEMS TO BE GETTING YOUNGER EVERY DAY.
EVER SINCE HE RETIRED,
HE'S DEVELOPED SUCH A WONDERFUL PERSPECTIVE.
- WELL, TRIPLE BYPASS SURGERY WILL DO THAT FOR A MAN.
- HOW'S MARCELLO?
- OH, FIGHTING THE SAME OLD CURRICULUM BATTLES
AGAINST THE REST OF THE FACULTY.
AND EACH FALL, THERE'S A NEW BATCH OF FRESHMEN
TO POTTY TRAIN.
- I ENJOYED YOUR COLUMN THIS WEEK.
- WE'RE PREACHING TO THE CONVERTED.
I GET OUTRAGED, THE READERS GET OUTRAGED,
AND NOTHING HAPPENS.
SOMETIMES I THINK I SHOULD HAVE GONE INTO TELEVISION.
- [laughs] YOU IN TELEVISION, DARIA?
- I KNOW. WHO AM I KIDDING?
- HAS THERE BEEN ANY FURTHER DISCUSSION
ABOUT EXPANDING YOUR LITTLE FAMILY?
- MOM, YOU KNOW I'M NOT READY FOR KIDS.
THE WHOLE IDEA MAKES ME UNEASY, AND I'M NOT SURE WHY.
[door clicks open] - GIVE ME THAT!
- NO, IT'S MINE!
- MOMMY!
- OH, YEAH. NOW I REMEMBER.
- HI.
YOU KNOW WHERE GRANDMA'S TV IS.
GO WATCH SOMETHING EDUCATIONAL.
BOY, I'M EXHAUSTED.
- BREAST IMPLANTS FOR CHICKENS...
both: NOT THAT!
- HOW ARE YOU, QUINN?
- OH, YOU KNOW, ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER BABY.
[laughter]
I SWEAR, ONE OF THESE DAYS,
I'M GONNA SLIP SOMETHING INTO JAMIE'S BEER,
AND WHILE HE'S UNCONSCIOUS,
I'M GONNA GO OUT AND GET MY TUBES TIED.
- BETTER YET, HIS TUBES.
[laughter]
- HOW'S DAD?
AND WHAT'S HE WANT?
- I'M GREAT.
GOO-GOO.
- [cries]
- AH, SORRY.
YOU KNOW, GIRLS, I WAS GOING OVER MY WILL...
- NOT AGAIN.
- DADDY, WHY ARE YOU SO MORBID?
- THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I ASKED HIM.
- BUT I LIKE GOING OVER MY WILL.
IT'S GOT ALL THAT MONEY!
- DAD, YOU REVISED YOUR WILL TWO WEEKS AGO
WHEN YOU DISCOVERED YOUR OLD GUM WRAPPER CHAIN IN THE ATTIC.
- THE KIDS ARE GONNA LOVE THAT.
ANYWAY, WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT REVISING MY WILL?
- SO WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?
- WELL, I WAS READING MY WILL,
THINKING ABOUT THE PAST AND THE FUTURE,
AND IT OCCURRED TO ME THAT YOU GIRLS HAVE TURNED OUT
EXACTLY THE WAY I HOPED.
- COME ON.
- DARIA, EVERY WEEK, YOU WRITE THAT COLUMN OF YOURS,
TRYING TO WAKE PEOPLE UP TO THE TRUTH.
MY DAUGHTER, THE CRUSADER.
- WELL, THERE IS SOME PLEASURE IN WINNING AWARDS
FOR SAYING THE SAME THINGS
THAT MADE ME AN OUTCAST IN HIGH SCHOOL.
- AND, QUINN, YOU'VE TAKEN ALL THAT ENERGY AND ENTHUSIASM
YOU USED TO DIRECT TOWARD BEING, UM,
A TEENSY BIT SELF-ABSORBED...
- OH, DADDY, I WAS A STUCK-UP LITTLE NIGHTMARE.
- AND PUT IT ALL INTO BRINGING UP THOSE KIDS.
- AND THAT'S NO EASY TASK.
BELIEVE ME, I KNOW.
- HOW COME YOU NEVER COMPLAIN
ABOUT THOSE LITTLE MONSTERS OF YOURS, QUINN?
- UM, I LIKE THEM, DADDY.
- I'M STILL NOT CLEAR ON WHAT ALL THIS IS ABOUT.
- WELL, I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN REMINISCING, I THOUGHT, HEY!
[coughs]
WHY DON'T WE GET TOGETHER FOR A FAMILY CARD GAME
JUST LIKE WE USED TO?
- FAMILY CARD GAME?
- WE NEVER PLAYED A FAMILY CARD GAME IN OUR LIVES.
- DARIA'S RIGHT.
- OH, DO I HEAR THAT.
I REMEMBER ASKING MY FATHER TO PLAY "GO FISH"!
- TRIPLE BYPASS, DAD.
- OKAY, I'M ALL RIGHT.
ANYWAY, SO SCREW IT, THEN.
WE NEVER PLAYED A FAMILY CARD GAME.
LET'S PLAY ONE NOW. BRIDGE?
- GIN. - HEARTS.
- DONE. - OKAY.
I'M GONNA PLAY A GAME OF HEARTS WITH MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE
AND MY TWO GREAT KIDS.
- OH, JAKE.
- HOW ABOUT IT, DARIA?
HEARTS?
- DEAL ME IN.
IT'S NOT VERY GOOD, IS IT?
- [tearfully] OH, DARIA...
- IT WASN'T THAT BAD.
STOP. STOP!
THIS ISN'T A STORY. IT'S REAL LIFE.
- WOW, SO YOUR STORY MADE YOUR MOTHER CRY?
- OUT OF HAPPINESS.
THAT'S THE SICK PART.
- AND RUN THE REASON BY ME AGAIN.
- SHE TOOK IT AS EVIDENCE
THAT I'M SECRETLY NOT AS ALIENATED AS I SEEM
OR SOMETHING.
IT'LL TAKE ME YEARS TO UNDO THE DAMAGE.
- SO YOU GONNA SHOW IT TO O'NEILL?
- I HAVE NO CHOICE.
BUT IF HE CRIES TOO, I'M DROPPING OUT OF SCHOOL.
- WOW.
WELL, LISTEN, NOW THAT YOU'VE GOT
SUCH A GREAT ATTITUDE AND EVERYTHING,
CAN I HAVE YOUR BOOTS?
- YEAH.
TURN AROUND, AND I'LL GIVE YOU ONE RIGHT NOW.
- DARIA, DO YOU THINK SOMEDAY,
I CAN READ YOUR STORY?
- NO.
BUT YOU CAN READ THE ONE WHERE YOU RUN AWAY WITH KEVIN.
- WHAT?
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