"Daria" is owned and copyrighted by MTV. All rights reserved. This is *not* an episode, but the best imitation of an episode that I could write. Thanks to the creators of "Daria" for providing so much rich material for fanfics.... This is a *revised* version of "Rose-Colored Lenses" [June 1999]. I've weeded out most of the annoying camera angles, allowing for easier reading... which means a pain-free introduction to my chronology. :-) [Second revision, June 2005. More of the clunky scene-changing sentences have been changed or removed for smoother reading. The dialogue remains unchanged.] This is my first fanfic, so I hope I don't sound as though I've been stealing from other fanfics that I've read. If so, I'm sorry... I'll develop a more unique style in time. Oh, and those who are visually-challenged who read this may want to leave their judgment at the door...... Enjoy!!! [intro theme music..........................] ROSE-COLORED LENSES -- by Kara Wild ACT ONE SCENE 1 (lockers after school) (Shot of Quinn and the Fashion Club standing there, chattering on about their favorite subject.) SANDI: I hope Cashman's has those capri pants I saw in Waif. I would look *so* cute in those. TIFFANY: You *would*. SANDI: And Quinn, maybe we could try on -- oops! (pats her face, fakes a memory lapse.) That's *right* -- you can't go 'cause you have that *thing*. TIFFANY: Oh yeah, that *eye* thing. QUINN: (a bit annoyed) *Yeah*, you keep reminding me. SANDI: (faux remorse) It's just such a *bummer* you can't be with us, that's all. QUINN: (downcast) I *know*! I *tried* to get out of it, I mean he's my *geeky* cousin's optimist guy, so why should *I* go to him?!! F.C: Right. QUINN: But he lays this big *guilt* trip on my mom, saying how my chart shows I haven't had an eye exam in, like, six years, so my mom *freaks* out and now I'm stuck getting my eyes experimented on when I should be where I belong -- hunting down the latest fashions with the *rest* of you guys! F.C: Right. TIFFANY: Those eye machines are *so* creepy. SANDI: (smirking) *And* they make you look like a big *geek*. (Quinn shudders a little.) QUINN: All they'll find out is that my eyes are fine. Unlike *some* people, I've got perfect vision. SANDI: (faux modesty) I *know* what you mean. When those eye people did their experiments on *me*, they found out I had 20/15 vision. QUINN: (a little jealous) *Really*? TIFFANY: Whoa, that's *amazing*, Sandi. They found out the same thing about *me* when I went last year. QUINN: (frowning) Hmmmm... STACY: I've got 20/10 vision! F.C: (genuine surprise) *Whoa*!!! SANDI: (coolly impressed) So I suppose that means you can see through walls, or *something*. STACY: No, but I can read those little labels on clothes, the kind that tell you whether the all-cotton you bought is *really* all cotton, or just a poly-blend. F.C: Wow... QUINN: (encouraging) An untapped talent. This could mean big things for you, Stacy. STACY: (thrilled at the validation) Thanks, Quinn!!! (looks for another way to impress her, sees a girl down the hall off screen, and points in her direction.) Hey Quinn, do you think the polka dots on that girl's sleeve are this season or last season? (Quinn looks, squints. From her point of view, the girl looks like a fuzzy blob. Sandi notices Quinn's difficulty and smirks.) QUINN: (scoffing, a little embarrassed) Who cares, the whole *outfit* is last season. SANDI: Oh *really*? (Quinn laughs nervously and glances behind her. She then notices Daria, who has sneaked up behind her during this conversation.) QUINN: *Agh*!!! F.C: *Ewwwwww*!!! (They back away a couple of steps. Daria smirks.) QUINN: (fuming) I *told* you, Daria -- you have to keep five feet away from me at all times, at *least*. *Ten* if I'm with a guy! DARIA: (devilish, feigning innocence) Oops, must've slipped my mind, siiii (sees Quinn's alarmed expression)... coz. SANDI: (a bit unruffled) Well, Quinn, now that that *girl's* here, maybe you should go to your eye *thing* and leave the rest of us to try and survive in your *absence*. DARIA: Shopping -- a life of despair, death, and superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. F.C: (not hearing her) Bye, Quinn! STACY: We'll miss you! (Daria rolls her eyes. Quinn waves to the F.C.s as they walk away.) QUINN: Bye guys! I'll be fine, I mean my vision's probably *improved* with age -- lots of things do! DARIA: Like hair color or skin. (Quinn turns to her, irritated.) QUINN: Ha-ha, Daria, very funny. And would you get *away* from me?!! (cut to: ) SCENE 2 (a residential sidewalk) (Quinn and Daria walk down the sidewalk, Quinn several paces ahead. Music plays [I don't know *what* because I don't follow the latest trends!]) QUINN: (still fuming) I *still* don't see why you have to go with me! I mean everyone already *knows* you have vision problems! DARIA: (calling out) What?! I can't hear you! (Quinn sighs, exasperated. She turns around and walks toward Daria.) QUINN: I s'pose we're far enough out of range that no one from school will *see* me with you. DARIA: (slightly annoyed) That's a good thing for *both* of us. QUINN: So do you plan to just drop me off and *leave*? DARIA: Noooo, believe it or not, I've got business with Dr. Gordon myself. I'm changing my contact lenses. (Quinn utters a short laugh.) QUINN: To one's you'll actually *wear*? (Daria frowns at her.) (cut to: ) SCENE 3 (optometrist's office) (Shot of the outside of the medical building -- the same one from "Through a Lens Darkly." Cut to shot of the inside of a waiting room, where Daria and Quinn stand with Dr. Gordon. At their left is a receptionist's desk. Along the back wall: a corridor which leads to the exam room and row-upon-row of glasses frames. At their right is a magazine-covered table and several chairs.) DR. GORDON: (to Daria) So, your contacts have worn out with use, have they? QUINN: *Unuse* is more like it. DARIA: (phony sweetness) Touchˇ, sis. You're really nailing the one-liners today. (Dr. Gordon sighs.) DR. GORDON: You know, Daria, if you just -- DARIA: Nope. DR. GORDON: But if you just thought -- DARIA: I have. DR. GORDON: You know, you could really... (gives up, exasperated.) Well, have it your way. I've got a softer pair in my office. Maybe *that* will make you change your mind. (Daria smirks knowingly.) QUINN: (to Dr. Gordon, hopeful) Yeah, and then after that she can just head on home, *right*? DR. GORDON: Actually, Quinn, I'd rather she stick around and help you walk home. We've gotta dilate your eyes -- you haven't had *that* done for a while, have you? (He says this last bit in a jolly tone, gives Quinn a phony jab in the ribs. Quinn gasps with horror. Daria sighs -- she doesn't want to stay, but sees she has no choice.) DARIA: Fine. Why see vampire dentists on "Sick Sad World" when I can watch my sister stumble around with zombie eyes, instead? DR. GORDON: Come on, Quinn.... (Quinn follows him wearing a terrified expression.) (Dissolve to a shot of the waiting room a short time later. Daria is pacing around, obviously bored. A male receptionist watches her from his desk.) RECEPTIONIST: (helpful tone) There are some really nice magazines on the table if you want to read them. (Daria shrugs, unenthused, then trudges over to the magazine table. She stands over it, reads aloud titles on the magazine covers.) DARIA: (reading) Waif... Capri Pants, the new *slenderizer*. (Beat) T.V. Land Special Fall Preview... 1986. (to herself) A hallmark year in entertainment. (resumes reading.) Va-- (She sees that it's an issue of VAL. Close up shot of the words "bummer culture." Daria glances around, then stacks other magazines on top of VAL.) DARIA: (resumes reading) *Glasses* World. (eyes widen.) *Erotic* Eyewear?! RECEPTIONIST: That's one of our favorites. (Daria turns around, unnerved that the receptionist was listening. She hesitates, then reaches toward the magazine and is about to turn a page when she hears Quinn screaming off screen.) DR. GORDON: (O.S.) Daria! (Daria snatches her hand back.) DARIA: Last time I checked. (Dr. Gordon walks quickly toward her.) DR. GORDON: (nervous) I need your help. Um... I couldn't talk your sister into looking through the refraction machine. DARIA: So you tried shock inducers instead? DR. GORDON: Could you *please* just come with me and convince her to stay in the chair?! (Daria sighs.) DARIA: I guess. (follows Dr. Gordon out of the waiting room.) That's why they pay me the five-fifty an hour... (cut to: ) SCENE 4 (Dr. Gordon's exam room) (Quinn is cowering behind a chair next to the refraction machine. The door to the exam room opens and Dr. Gordon and Daria enter. Daria stops, looks at Quinn, and frowns.) DARIA: Quinn, what are you *doing*? QUINN: I *can't* look through that thing, Daria. It's all *creepy* and it's got big *bug* eyes and it makes *me* look like a bug and if Sandi, Stacy, or Tiffany ever saw me here I'd just *die*! DARIA: (to Dr. Gordon) Vanity crisis. I'll handle this. (Daria walks over and stands by the chair.) Quinn, your friends won't see you here. They're braving the foxholes at Cashman's, remember? (Quinn nods, somewhat encouraged.) DARIA: So why don't you just sit in the chair and get the eye exam over with? Then we can forget this day ever happened. QUINN: Okay.... (She creeps out from behind the chair and slides in. Dr. Gordon rewards her with a goofy thumbs-up.) DR. GORDON: Now *there's* a girl! (Quinn starts to look more relaxed. She swings her legs.) QUINN: This isn't so bad. (stops swinging legs, turns to Daria with an alarmed expression.) You won't *tell* anyone what I looked like in this thing, will you??!! DARIA: Not a chance. (She flashes her thumbs in an imitation of Dr. Gordon. Quinn smiles at her timidly.) DARIA: And if Spiderman crawls by looking for a date, I'll tell him to take a number. (Quinn gets horrified expression, which quickly changes to a glare. Dr. Gordon groans and rolls his eyes.) (Dissolve to reveal a short passage of time. Quinn sits in the foreground looking through the refraction machine, while Daria sits unobtrusively in the background. She's in the room to lend support in case Quinn freaks out again, and also because she thinks that this could be even more entertaining than "Erotic Eyewear.") DR. GORDON: (O.S.) Okay, Quinn, why don't you read me the letters in the second-to-last row? (Shot of the eye chart.) QUINN: (O.S.) Um... okay. Q... P... Z... um, I... um... three... (Daria watches Quinn.) DR. GORDON: (O.S.) Quinn, there are no *numbers* on this chart. QUINN: (O.S., insistent) Well it *looks* like a three! (Daria turns to look at the eye chart. Her eyes widen, indicating that Quinn is completely wrong.) (Dissolve to show another short passage of time. Daria gazes in Quinn's direction, frowning and shaking her head.) DR. GORDON: (O.S., exasperated and tired) Okay, Quinn, now I'm going to cover your right eye, and then you read me the letters in the second-to- last row. (Quinn looks through the refraction machine. Dr. Gordon flicks a switch near one of the lenses. Quinn is silent.) DR. GORDON: (O.S.) Okay, Quinn. (Quinn is still silent. Daria watches her expectantly.) DR. GORDON: (O.S.) Quinn, you can read the letters out now. QUINN: (exasperated) Well I *will* once you put the eye chart back up! (Dissolve to show Daria now sitting with a hand clapped to her forehead, wearing a "this is unbelievable" expression.) DR. GORDON: (O.S.) O-kaaay, Quinn, now just follow this pen with your eyes. Follow... follow... follow... f -- damn! (Dissolve, finally, to show Daria and Quinn sitting at a large desk across from Dr. Gordon, who wears a serious expression.) DR. GORDON: (hesitant) Well, Quinn, these are some very interesting results. (Before he can go any further, Quinn breaks in. Her eyes are enlarged -- think "glitter berries" look in "The Teachings of Don Jake" -- from pupil dilation.) QUINN: (on a different track) So these eye drop thingys will wear off in a few hours, *right*? 'Cause I have outfits I need to try on for tonight and it's important that I see the shade and texture of the clothes or else I -- (Daria gazes sideways at her, looking sheepish because she knows what's coming next. Dr. Gordon interrupts.) DR. GORDON: Quinn, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your tests indicate that your vision has suffered a decline since your last exam. (Quinn suddenly looks nervous. She utters a little laugh.) QUINN: Oh really? How *much* of a decline? DR. GORDON: Well, when you were ten, you had 20/20 vision. (Beat) Now you have 20/100 vision. (Quinn gasps.) QUINN: So what does that *mean*??!! DR. GORDON: It means you can only see at twenty feet what *everyone* else can -- QUINN: I *know* what it means!!! I just didn't want to *hear* it!!! DARIA: (to Dr. Gordon) I think you've rubbed enough salt in her wounds. (Dr. Gordon sighs.) DR. GORDON: The bottom line to this, Quinn, is... you're going to need glasses. (Quinn looks horrified.) (cut to: ) SCENE 5 (Morgendorffer house, evening) (Shot of the outside. Cut to shot of the family eating the usual for dinner. Helen faces Daria, looking stunned and chastened. Quinn, her eyes still a bit dilated, is slumped over and looks depressed.) DARIA: ... So then he said, even if it does have over a thousand mall locations, Glasses in a Half-Hour isn't *exactly* the most reliable place to get your kid an eye exam. HELEN: (recalling, futile despair) But dammit, I only *had* a half-hour! The Morrisons' lawyers were breathing down my neck and if I didn't cut a deal with them *soon* they said they'd -- DARIA: *Mom*, the point is that they probably messed up when they checked Quinn's vision six years ago. It's probably been going downhill for a long time. (Quinn moans.) HELEN: (still upset) Well I just don't believe -- Jake, *pay* attention! (Jake's been making a smiley face with his bacon and lasagna. He looks up, startled.) JAKE: Huh? I was! HELEN: (to Daria) I mean, can't she at *least* get contact lenses??? DARIA: (deadpan, but clearly finds humor in the situation) He said, not with the astigmatism she's got. QUINN: I don't see *why*, then, he won't let me get the freakin' laser treatment! DARIA: (frank) Quinn, no laser invented could cure all the stuff that's wrong with your eyes. (Helen glares at Daria.) HELEN: Daria, *try* to be a little more sensitive. QUINN: Oh no, Mom, let her talk. You know she's enjoying this. She gets to see me become a *freak* like her! (Daria smirks innocently.) HELEN: Listen, Quinn, I -- (interrupted by her cell phone ringing nearby.) I'll get back to you in a second. (She picks up the phone.) DARIA: (under her breath) Saved by good ol' Eric. HELEN: (crooning voice) Helllloooo? *Hi* Eric! No of *course* I don't mind you calling at this hour -- (voice fades into the background.) QUINN: (bitter) I don't care what that stupid doctor said. There's no *way* I'm gonna wear a pair of geeky-looking glasses! DARIA: I'm sure there are enough pairs of *cute* looking glasses around that you wouldn't have to make that choice. May I suggest wire rims? QUINN: Just shut up, Daria! DARIA: (serious) Look, Quinn, how do you plan on getting by without glasses, now that Dr. Gordon says you need them? (Quinn suddenly backs out her chair and stands up.) QUINN: The same way I always have! (cringes at the brightness of the room.) And dammit, can't someone dim the lights in this *freakin'* house?! I can't stand it anymore!! (She runs off screen. Jake and Daria watch her go.) JAKE: (calling) Quinn, honey, why don't you tell ol' dad your problem? (Daria gives him a "too little, too late" glare. Meanwhile Helen, in the midst of a pause, has managed to observe this turn of events. She decides to do the unthinkable.) HELEN: (apologetic tone) Eric, can I call you back? (cut to: ) SCENE 6 (upstairs of Morgendorffer house, later that evening) (Helen walks over to Quinn's door and stands beside it, looking uncertain about what to do next.) QUINN: (from inside room) She *did*?... I can't believe that, I mean she *knows* that's about three years out of style -- why would she *do* something like that?! (Inside, Quinn is lying on her bed, balancing the cordless phone on one ear while flipping through an issue of Waif.) QUINN: Uh-huh... yeah, well I was, but I can't go out with my eyes all blurry can I, I mean how would I co-ordinate my wardrobe? Uh-huh... Sandi, I *told* you they're normal. The exam was, like, a *total* bore, but at least I avoided that creepy eye machine you all were talking about. Uh-huh... uh-huh... mmm-hmm... 'kay, well have fun without me, Sandi. Bye. (As Quinn hangs up, Helen peers through the door.) HELEN: Quinn, can I come in? (Quinn looks at her, startled.) QUINN: (exasperated) O-kay Mom, I get that you *really* need to use the phone -- here. (She holds it up. Helen walks over to her, makes a motion that tells her to lay the phone down.) HELEN: (serious) Actually, Quinn, I wanted to have a one-on-one with you about glasses. (Quinn looks down at her magazine, frowning slightly) QUINN: (subdued) I stand by my decision. (Helen sighs.) HELEN: Quinn, you *can't* go without glasses, not when -- (realizes this won't get through to her, decides to use a different approach. Helen sits down on Quinn's bed. Her voice takes on intimate tone.) You know, Quinn, sometimes I think you and Daria shortchange yourselves. (Quinn's eyeing the magazine, looking bored.) QUINN: What d'you mean? HELEN: I mean... well, what I mean is, you two cling *so* tenaciously to your social identities, and -- QUINN: (flatly) In *English*, Mom. HELEN: Quinn, you used to be a good student. (Quinn frowns.) QUINN: Not as good as Daria. HELEN: Well n-- (realizes this admission could get her in trouble.) *But*, you still did very well until you reached your teens. That's when your grades started to slip. (Quinn's still frowning, but her eyes drift toward Helen, showing that she's listening.) HELEN: I just *assumed* it was because of social worries -- peer pressure, trying to look good in front of the boys... (eyes narrow.), so that they can do better and get ahead while the *girls* get left behind in their entry level positions because they lack experience! How do they *think* we got a glass ceiling -- QUINN: Mo-om, where are you *going* with this?!! HELEN: (gets back on track) Quinn, my point is that I feel partially to blame for the problems you've had with school. I assumed it was a *popularity* issue and never once thought that maybe your problems were medical. QUINN: (solemn) Oh. (Helen puts a hand on Quinn's shoulder.) HELEN: I don't want to see you underestimate yourself in the same way. If glasses can *expand* your choices in life, then I think you should give them a try. (Quinn is silent for a moment. She then lets out an "I'll think about it" sigh.) *************** END OF ACT ONE [Split screen of Quinn cowering behind the optometrist's chair and Daria snatching her hand away from the "Erotic Eyewear" issue.] ***You are now entering commercial *HELL*. Please keep your seat belt securely fastened. You are about to see three of the lamest commercials put on television.*** 1) Bratty little kid spills his drink all over the new white carpet. Mom comes in -- instead of making kid clean up the mess himself, says in a sunny voice, "That's okay!" and proceeds to do it for him. Lesson learned: Mom is my slave. 2) Jennifer Love-Hewitt bounces around in a cutesy-poo towel, selling a brand of shampoo that no one remembers because everyone's too busy wondering if the cutesy-poo towel will slip.... 3) One of those MasterCard/Visa commercials, where a heart-warming moment costs megabucks. Ball game with your son: $$$$ Trip to Ireland: $$$$$$$$ The love you get: priceless. Of course, you could have gotten that love if you'd just gone on a picnic in the park, but never mind.... ***You are now leaving commercial *HELL*. Aren't you happy you survived?*** ACT TWO SCENE 1 (Jane's house, afternoon) (Outside shot of house. Cut to shot of Jane standing at her easel, painting in the tradition of Picasso instead of Goya. Daria lies on Jane's bed, reading The Bell Jar. Jane's painting is a face with multiple eyes, each with some major distortion.) JANE: So explain to me again what made her cave in? (Daria holds the book up over her head and flips through.) DARIA: I'm not sure I know. My mom said it's because she wanted to be more like *me*. JANE: I see, brain damage. What happened -- did she almost suffocate on her Mr. Smiley pillow again? DARIA: No. Though that *would* explain a lot. (lays book on her stomach.) The weirdest part is that my mom told her being like me is a *good* thing. JANE: Hey, haven't I always said you're the favorite one in your family? (mischievous) Too bad they don't know you like *I* do. DARIA: Ha. JANE: Admit it, your twisted mind's taking heightened pleasure in Quinn's suffering. DARIA: Why admit the obvious? Anyway, it'll be interesting to share my designer egghead apparel with my sister. (smirks) If we work together, we could confuse the hell out of our parents. JANE: Or maybe *you* can be the pretty and popular one of the family, now. DARIA: (scoffing) Yeah, right. JANE: Hey, at least *you* can wear contact lenses. *She* can't. DARIA: (uncomfortable) Oh... right. (searches for a different topic, and looks at the painting.) Hey, um, you really captured the keratoconus of that cornea. JANE: (wicked) Wish I could be there when the *real* Quinn comes back with her glasses. DARIA: Well, it's pretty much a family affair. But trust me, it couldn't be much worse than the stuff of your imagination. (nods at the painting.) (cut to: ) SCENE 2 (optometrist's office, that same afternoon) (Helen sits in one of the waiting room chairs, absorbed in the "Erotic Eyewear" issue of Glasses World. She wears a bemused, aroused expression.) HELEN: Hmmmmmm... (flips a page.) (Off screen, Quinn picks out frames for her glasses.) QUINN: (O.S.) Cute... cute... cute... possibly cute... cute... cute... maybe -- oh, why not... cute... cute... cute. (Pause) Mo-om! (Helen gasps, looks up from the magazine.) HELEN: Huh, what?! (She sees Quinn and her eyes narrow.) *Quinn*! (Quinn holds twenty different frames and smiles her blissful, oblivious smile.) QUINN: (chipper) Okay, I think I've found the frames I need to co-ordinate with *most* of my outfits, some of these are just *possibilities* but I'm keeping them anyway -- RECEPTIONIST: (enthusiastic) Great! I'll put it on your bill! QUINN: Although I may have to come back another time and -- HELEN: (bristling) *Quinn*, you are *not* keeping all those pairs of glasses. You're getting *one* pair and *one* pair only, so you'd *better* choose wisely! (Quinn stares at her, crestfallen.) QUINN: *One* pair??!! (cut to: ) SCENE 3 (Morgendorffer house, early evening same day) (Daria walks up the path to the front door and opens it. She finds Helen and Jake seated on the center couch inside.) DARIA: (deadpan) You're both home. I guess that means the fun's about to start. HELEN: (briskly) Daria, come sit down. (Daria walks over and sits on the right-hand couch, near Helen.) DARIA: So where's our main attraction? HELEN: She's upstairs, trying on some new outfits that go with her glasses. (Daria cocks an eyebrow... or eyelid.) DARIA: *New*? (Helen sighs heavily, telling Daria that she was somehow coerced into letting Quinn buy new clothes. Jake, meanwhile, looks hyper-charged.) JAKE: Well I think it's *great*! Imagine, Quinn's *so* happy about getting glasses, she felt like buying a new *wardrobe* to celebrate! DARIA: (deadpan) Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Say Dad, random question: have you ever thought about getting your *hearing* checked? JAKE: What *for*, kiddo? I hear just fine! (Daria rolls her eyes. Helen looks toward the stairs, her face brightening.) HELEN: Here she comes! Oh Quinn, you look lovely. (leans toward Daria, hissing whisper.) Now, I'm counting on you to be *supportive*, Daria! (Daria nods apathetically, then looks upward. Quinn is standing with her back to us in the foreground, arms outspread. Her hair is done up in the same style as in "Daria Dance Party." She's dressed in a pink blouse and "slenderizing" capri pants, and carrying a black purse over one shoulder. We can't see her face.) QUINN: Okay, what d'you think? (Daria frowns mildly.) DARIA: So where *are* they? (Cut to a full frontal shot of Quinn, glasses-free.) QUINN: (sentimental) I just wanted you all to have one last look at the *old* me, the *real* me, before it's all (gasp) gone. HELEN: (exasperated) Quinn, no one *here's* going to treat you *any* differently once you put your glasses on. JAKE: No way, hon! (pointedly) *Right*, Daria? DARIA: (blasˇ) Uh-huh. (Quinn suddenly gets a nervous look on her face.) QUINN: Um... okay, then. (Quinn glances in Daria's direction, then draws a small black case out of her purse. She opens the case and lowers her face. Jake, Helen, and Daria watching expectantly. A silhouette of Quinn's hand and the glasses passes over them. Then Jake and Helen break out into smiles and murmurs, while Daria just stares.) (Cut to close-up Quinn's face. She's wearing glasses that are smaller and thinner-rimmed than Daria's -- think Amy's in "Through a Lens Darkly." The frames are dark brown instead of black.) JAKE: You look *wonderful*, sweetheart!!! HELEN: Oh, Quinn, they're just *perfect*! (Daria continues to stare. Quinn smiles timidly, then glances in Daria's direction.) QUINN: Um... so what do you think, Daria? (Daria frowns slightly.) DARIA: (thought V.O.) Be supportive. Tell her something she won't take too hard. (aloud) Uh... they stand proudly and proclaim, "I am." HELEN/JAKE/QUINN: *What*?!! DARIA: Um, kidding. Let me think.... (Helen, Jake, and Quinn exchange subtly irritated looks.) DARIA: Well, they're pleasingly symmetrical. And... they flatter the face, yet manage to avoid detracting attention from the outfit. (Quinn's face brightens from the praise.) In short, when I look at you, (smirks) I feel like I'm looking in a mirror. (Quinn's expression changes to one of fury. She utters a sharp cry and lunges at Daria. Daria manages to roll away and jump off the couch just as Quinn hits it. She stands there, watching Quinn and smirking. Helen intervenes, wearing a glaring expression.) HELEN: Quinn... (turns to Daria.) Daria, *what* did I tell you? Go to your room. DARIA: I'm gone. (to Quinn) Later, brainiac. (She leaves. Meanwhile Quinn holds the glasses as though she's ready to hurl them across the room. Helen reaches out to stop her.) HELEN: Quinn, you break those, you buy them. And *believe* me, you don't want to know how much they cost! (Quinn slumps forward, clasps her legs.) QUINN: (self-pitying) I can't *wear* these things! How'll I face my friends at school tomorrow? (The shrill sound of an alarm clock ushers in the next scene.) SCENE 4 (next morning, on the way to school) (Daria and Quinn walk down the sidewalk. Except for her glasses, Quinn is dressed in her usual attire. She walks several paces behind Daria.) DARIA: You know, school only lasts until three. You may want to pick up the pace. (Quinn's shoulders sag. She doesn't respond.) (cut to: ) SCENE 5 (Lawndale High) (Outside, some students mill about near the building. Quinn spies them, then glances around nervously and takes off her glasses. From her P.O.V., the school now looks completely fuzzy. Quinn frowns a "Why didn't I realize this before?". She looks down and is about to put her glasses back on when --) JOEY: Hi Quinn! JEFFY: Hi Quinn! JAMIE: Hi Quinn! (The Three Js approach, smiling fawningly. Quinn quickly shoves her glasses back into their case.) QUINN: (surprised) Uh, guys, where did *you* come from? JOEY: What's that you're holding? JEFFY: Want me to carry it for you? JAMIE: *I'll* carry it for her! (Quinn's face takes on a serene expression. She hides the glasses case in her purse.) QUINN: (cheery) *Guys* stop fighting! You can *all* take turns carrying *me*! (cut to: ) SCENE 6 (Daria and Jane's lockers) (Jane leans against her locker while Daria opens hers.) JANE: I was waiting for you. What happened? DARIA: Sorry, had to play escort. My mom wanted me to walk Quinn to school to make sure she wore her glasses. JANE: Ah, so at last the moment of reckoning has arrived. I can't wait to see her. (mischievous) Say, your family loyalty wasn't spurred by a little *bribery*, now, was it? DARIA: Yeah, bribery in the form of: "If you do this for Quinn, I won't ground you for two months." Let's just say I wasn't the good big sis last night. JANE: You made fun of her glasses. DARIA: Yep. (Jane shakes her head with mock disapproval.) JANE: Daria, Daria, Daria, what *are* we going to do with you? DARIA: You could put me in one of those overseas adoption programs. (As she says this, Jane looks off screen, a semi-confused expression on her face.) JOEY: (O.S.) You're pressing too hard! JEFFY: (O.S.) You're not giving her enough back support! JAMIE: (O.S.) You're not stuck with the legs! (Daria and Jane stand in the background while the Three J's appear in the foreground, carrying Quinn. Her expression is still serene, her arms outspread a la "Titanic". Daria hardly bats an eye as they move across the screen and disappear.) JANE: So, are these glasses of Quinn's the new *invisible* kind I've been hearing so much about? DARIA: (shaking her head) Didn't take her long to find an excuse not to wear them, did it? S ome people just can't handle the thought of their image being messed with. JANE: Not like you. (Daria slams her locker shut.) DARIA: *Definitely*. (She then picks up on Jane's playful sarcasm and frowns.) (cut to: ) SCENE 7 (DeMartino's classroom) (Extreme close-up shot of DeMartino's head, bulging eye and all.) DeMARTINO: PEOPLE, *PLEASE*!!! (He stands in front of the blackboard, facing his class.) DeMARTINO: *Pay* attention! We're STARTing our little *journey* through Manifest DESTINY today -- (Shot of Quinn and Stacy sitting in the back of the classroom. Stacy chews gum and flips through an issue of Waif. As DeMartino carries on, we see the classroom from Quinn's P.O.V. DeMartino looks like an animated blob and the markings on the blackboard are indecipherable. Quinn peers down at her purse on her left hand side. She reaches into it, draws out the glasses case, and removes the glasses. Slowly, covertly, she lifts the glasses to her face. From her P.O.V., DeMartino now looks normal and the markings on board the legible. Quinn gasps.) QUINN: (to herself) So that stuff he writes *does* make sense! STACY: Huh? (The bubble she's blowing pops in her face.) (Quinn yanks off the glasses and hides them before Stacy can look in her direction.) QUINN: Umm.... (From Quinn's P.O.V., the classroom is fuzzy except for the desks. Quinn sees an empty desk towards the front of the room. She turns to Stacy.) QUINN: Uh, I think I'm gonna take Jeannie's old seat for today, the girl next to it looks like she's having a *major* fashion crisis. (Stacy gazes in that direction with her 20/10 vision.) STACY: Um, Quinn, I think that's a guy. QUINN: Even worse. (gets up.) See ya. (Quinn creeps up the row to the empty desk, then sits down and settles in. Suddenly, DeMartino appears, causing Quinn to cower.) DeMARTINO: Weeeeeeell, *Daria*!!! (Quinn quickly recovers, looks cross.) QUINN: *Quinn*! (Not the first time this has happened.) DeMARTINO: Right, *Quinn* -- got conFUSED for a moment. MAYbe since you've *actually* decided to JOIN us in *class*, Quinn, you could give us the PHILOSophy behind Manifest DESTINY!!! (Quinn frowns with thought.) QUINN: (hesitant) Um... okay... it's where all of us have futures that are, like, already picked out n' stuff? DeMARTINO: Interesting observation, Quinn... unfortunately WRONG!!! QUINN: (cowering) Oh. DeMARTINO: AMERicans used Manifest Destiny as an *excuse* to settle in Mexican *territory*! (Beat) Would ya tell me something, Quinn? QUINN: Uh, what? DeMARTINO: How come your SISter -- QUINN: (pissed off, in spite of herself) *Cousin*! DeMARTINO: Your RELATIVE knew this when I asked HER, but not *you*??!! QUINN: Because I'm *not* Daria! DeMARTINO: I'LL say you're *not*!! (Quinn folds her arms. Now she's *really* pissed off.) QUINN: Well what's *that* supposed to mean?! DeMARTINO: Figure it OUT!!! (Quinn looks a bit wounded.) (The sound of a bell ushers in change of scene.) SCENE 8 (cafeteria, lunch) (The Fashion Club sits at its usual table. Sandi, Stacy, and Tiffany gaze around, while Quinn picks at her lack of food.) STACY: (with her 20/10 vision) That girl over there -- her pores are, like, totally *clogged*. (Tiffany and Sandi look at the girl to whom Stacy's referring.) TIFFANY & SANDI: Ewwww! STACY: And she's got a mole the shape of a snail on her collarbone. TIFFANY & SANDI: Ugh!!! SANDI: *Stacy* we are *so* lucky to have you with us. You can see all the *disgusting* people ahead of time and warn us to stay *away* from them. STACY: Thanks, Sandi!!! QUINN: Oh rub it *in*, why don't you?!! (Sandi, Stacy, and Tiffany look shocked. Quinn quickly looks chastened.) SANDI: (cocking a brow, haughty) Quinn, you've been acting *very* strangely today. TIFFANY & STACY: Yeah. SANDI: Are you experiencing some sort of *fashion* crisis? QUINN: (embarrassed) Uh, *gosh* no, Sandi, I mean I was just -- (talks fast, tries to change the subject.) Um, have you ever noticed how many people go to this school? I mean, you walk down the halls and there are, like, tons of them ever -- SANDI: Quinn, save it. (faux noble tone.) If you're having a *crisis*, you can *tell* us. TIFFANY: We're your friends, Quinn. (Quinn looks slightly encouraged.) QUINN: Um, okay. Remember when I told you I had perfect vision? F.C: Uh-huh. QUINN: Well, it's *not* perfect. In fact (She pauses, almost afraid to continue.) I had to get glasses. (The F.C.s don't respond. They sit there, stunned.) QUINN: Uh... guys? (Beat) SANDI: Uh, I see. (authoritative) Well, Quinn, why don't you, um, show them to us? (slightly ominous.) Put them on. (Quinn laughs nervously.) QUINN: Um, 'kay. (She leans over so that her back blocks our view of her face. Sandi, Stacy, and Tiffany exchange looks of anticipation. After a few seconds, Quinn sits upright, wearing the glasses.) F.C: *Hgh*!!! (Quinn slumps over, face burning.) QUINN: Oh God, I *knew* this was a mistake! SANDI: (struggling to sound calm) Quinn, they're *not* that bad. (Tiffany and Stacy can barely nod in agreement. Quinn buries her face in her arms.) QUINN: Oh, you're just *saying* that!!! SANDI: No really, I -- JOEY: Hi Quinn! JEFFY: Hi Quinn! JAMIE: Hi Quinn! (The Three J's appear side-by-side at Quinn's end of the table. Quinn lifts her face to look at them. The Three J's expressions change from fawning to horror when they see Quinn's glasses.) JOEY/JEFFY/JAMIE: *Argh*!!!! (They flee. Quinn reaches after them.) QUINN: Guys... *Guys*?! *Dammit*! (yanks off the glasses and sits there, dejected.) (The F.C.s are now silent except for Stacy, who starts making her little hyperventilating noises. Sandi puts up her arms in a "calm yourself" motion.) SANDI: *Stacy*. (Stacy stops hyperventilating.) It's all *right*. The Fashion Club can handle a little *diversity* in its ranks. *Quinn* can be in charge of showing nerds -- uh, I mean, people with glasses -- how to dress *cool*. TIFFANY & STACY: (nodding limply) Yeah. (Quinn looks at them gratefully.) QUINN: Thanks guys... you're real friends. SANDI: Of *course* we are. QUINN: Um, I'm gonna see if I can track down Joey, Jeffy, and Jameel. (stands up.) I'll be right back. Uh, carry on. (She walks away from the table, then glances back, knowing that the rest of the Fashion Club will start talking about her once she's gone. The other F.C.s sit innocently at the table. Finally Quinn continues onward, while back at the table, Sandi leans toward Stacy and Tiffany.) SANDI: (low voice) She has *got* to go. TIFFANY: Definitely. (Stacy's eyes widen with horror.) STACY: What do you *mean* "go"? SANDI: (to Tiffany) I can't even *look* at her. She looks like that *girl* who *lives* with her. TIFFANY: Totally. STACY: (desperate) But you *told* Quinn -- (Sandi and Tiffany look at Stacy, Sandi with her megabitch expression.) TIFFANY: Sorry, Stacy. STACY: No... NOOOOOOOOO! (Sandi stands up and pounds the table.) SANDI: *Stacy*! We *have* to be strong about this! TIFFANY: It's for Quinn's own good. SANDI: (faux moral tone) She *has* to understand that *fashion* draws a line between the normal people and the *freaks*. Quinn has crossed over to the *freaks*. She can't be *one* of us, anymore. (Stacy lays her head on the table and starts sobbing. Sandi eyes her with obvious irritation.) SANDI: (to Tiffany, faux noble) It hurts *me* the most -- Quinn was like a *sister* to me. (Suddenly Quinn reappears and stands over the table.) QUINN: (nervous) Well I couldn't find them, I guess they went *outside* somewhere. (The rest of the Fashion Club looks at her. Sandi and Tiffany seem embarrassed, while Stacy looks devastated.) QUINN: (sees the writing on the walls) Um, so how are things... here? (cut to: ) SCENE 9 (Quinn walking home after school) (Melancholy music plays. Quinn walks alone down a residential sidewalk, in the opposite direction from which she came that morning. Her glasses are off, and she walks with her head slumped forward. She crosses a street without a crosswalk, forcing a car to slam on its brakes and skid to a stop right before hitting her. Another car rams into the side of the first one. Sounds of honking and yelling. Quinn continues to walk on, oblivious. Her face looks pained and saddened.) (cut to: ) SCENE 10 (Morgendorffer house, evening) (Same music plays. Helen sits on the center couch, rifling through papers. She holds up a piece of paper and studies it. We hear sounds of rapid page-flipping from off screen. Helen turns her head toward the kitchen, where she sees Quinn at the table, wearing her glasses. She's flipping through the pages of a textbook without bothering to read them. Helen gets a thoughtful look on her face.) (The music ends.) (cut to: ) SCENE 11: (Daria's room) (Daria lies on her bed, still reading The Bell Jar. She hears the knocking at her door, rests the book on her chest.) DARIA: The no vacancies sign is on. HELEN: (outside, concerned) Daria? Can I speak with you for a minute? (Daria sighs.) DARIA: *Come* in. (Helen opens the door and walks toward the bed. Stands over Daria.) HELEN: Daria, was Quinn wearing her glasses at school today? DARIA: That depends. Do you mean in a literal or a theoretical sense? (Helen sighs, shakes her head.) HELEN: I didn't think so. (sits down on the bed.) Sweetie, I wondered if you'd do me a favor? (Daria cocks an eyelid at the word "favor.") DARIA: Oh? HELEN: I thought if *you* wore something you were afraid of, like, oh, your contact lenses, Quinn would feel it was okay to relax about *her* insecurities. (Daria frowns mildly.) DARIA: I'm not *afraid* of my contact lenses. HELEN: Well, but I never see you wear them -- DARIA: (flustered -- for her -- and insistent) I *like* my contact lenses... um, so much so, that I reserve them for special occasions. HELEN: (wheeling and dealing tone) Well then how about making one of tomorrow? *Wear* your contacts and show Quinn that you don't *mind* if people treat you differently. (Daria sits up a little and gives Helen a "you're one brick short of a load" look.) DARIA: Let me get this straight. You want me to show Quinn that it's *okay* to wear glasses? By wearing *contacts*? (Helen nods.) But by doing so, wouldn't I just be drilling nails into the coffin of her self-esteem by giving myself the *one* thing she can't have -- a glasses-free existence? HELEN: (sighs) I *thought* you might try some of your sneaky double-talk on me. Which is *why* I decided to offer you a *cash* incentive. Twenty dollars. DARIA: (without batting an eye) Fifty. HELEN: Thirty. DARIA: Forty. HELEN: Thirty-five. DARIA: Done. (She gets an "I can't believe I'm doing this" expression.) (cut to: ) SCENE 11 (Morgendorffer house, next morning) (Daria standing in front of the bathroom mirror, still in her pajamas, her hair mussed-up in that way I know people love! She's putting the second contact lens in her eye. Meanwhile, a rumpled Quinn trudges into the bathroom to do her business. She takes her place beside Daria in front of the mirror, then looks at her.) QUINN: What're you *doing*? (Daria blinks rapidly to settle the lens. She glances at Quinn.) DARIA: What does it look like I'm doing? (Quinn stares at her, confused and sleepy. Then, slowly, realization grows on her face. She gets an expression of horror, then fury.) QUINN: You *can't* wear your contacts!!! There's no *way*, you *traitor*!!! I'm staying home!!! (She runs out of the bathroom. Daria watches her go, then looks at herself in the mirror.) DARIA: Oh yeah, that went well. ***************** END OF ACT TWO [Split screen of Daria, smirking, telling Quinn what she thinks of her glasses, and Quinn in glasses, her expression turning to rage.] ***You are now entering commercial *HELL*. Please keep your seat belt securely fastened. You thought you could escape, didn't you? hahahahahahahahahaha *** 1) Old Navy: "(Singing) Drawstring, they're really fit to be tied, Old Navy Drawstring!" Geez, Morgan Fairchild, your career must really be on a downward spiral for you to agree to be in these ads. All those facelifts for naught, I guess... 2) Ad to promote "Road Rules Latin America," where they feature the (formerly) six cast members and give them cute nicknames. Gladys: "The Fists." Um, 'scuse me, but I thought she got kicked off the show because by hitting Abe she was violating MTV and "Road Rules" policy -- now MTV's *exploiting* it??? Am I not seeing something... or am I seeing too much? 3) Fergie doing Weight Watchers... Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!! It's just creepy... almost as bad as seeing Bob Dole do ads for Viagra. Well, at least she didn't use her signature to advertise margarine, which is what the Diana Foundation did with Di's signature a while back. At least she hasn't stooped as low as Morgan Fairchild.... A Mentos commercial would have been too easy. Next time.... ***You are now leaving commercial *HELL*. Aren't you happy you survived?*** ACT THREE SCENE 1 (Morgendorffer house, still morning) (Outside shot of the house. The front door opens and Daria steps outside, looking like her usual self except without glasses. Quinn follows her, also dressed normally, but wears glasses. Both appear calm.) DARIA: So, how much did she pay you? QUINN: Five bucks. A day. (Daria frowns darkly.) DARIA: You *lucky* little -- (The sound of a bell ushers in the next scene.) SCENE 2 (Lawndale High, morning) (Daria and Jane walk down the hall.) JANE: (teasing) String of pearls, high heels, a slip dress, and I'd say you're about ready for the prom. (wicked tone.) Now all you'd need is a *date*. (From off screen, we hear sounds of catcalls and "whoo-hoo"! Daria turns to look behind her, glaring.) JANE: And *that* shouldn't be too hard. DARIA: (annoyed) *Funny*. Dammit, I wish everyone would quit staring and mind their own damn business. JANE: Ah, it's the curse of beauty, Daria. DARIA: *And* bribery. JANE: (faux non-chalance) Hey, maybe Trent could be your date. (Daria's face turns bright red. She and Jane walk past the bathroom doors and continue off screen.) (Cut to close-up of the girl's bathroom door. It creaks open, and Quinn peers out, wearing her glasses. She looks in direction where Jane and Daria are headed and watches as they retreat into the distance. She then starts to slip out. Suddenly, from off screen, we hear the voices of Sandi, Stacy, and Tiffany. Quinn glances in their direction and gasps, then quickly retreats behind the bathroom door to narrowly escape the F.C.s. Oblivious, they continue past, off screen. Quinn waits, then opens the door, creeps out again, and gazes after them. She watches the other students file into classrooms.) (Melancholy music plays [same from Act II, Scenes 9 & 10]. Quinn waits until the hall is nearly empty, then leaves the bathroom and stands outside. She gazes around her, looking depressed, then takes off the glasses and looks again. Now the hall is fuzzy, except for the nearest lockers. Quinn heaves a big sigh, her shoulders sagging. She walks toward the bathroom door and goes inside.) (Dissolve to shot of Quinn standing in front of the bathroom sinks, looking at herself with glasses on in the mirror. On her right, we see a garbage can and the bathroom stalls. As she looks, Quinn wears the same forlorn expression... which quickly changes to anger and defiance. Quinn turns away from the mirror and yanks off the glasses. She holds them up by the tips of her fingers, as if they were some form of toxic waste that she had to dispose of. After glancing around for a few seconds, she notices the garbage can. Quinn walks over to it and holds the glasses over the rim, hesitating for a moment before dropping them in. She then turns and walks swiftly toward the door, past the bathroom stalls. Quinn brushes her hands together in a "that settles that" motion and exits the bathroom.) (No sooner has she left when door to the middle stall opens. Andrea steps out. She walks over to the sink nearest the garbage can, leans down, and looks into the garbage can. After a few moments, she reaches in and pulls out Quinn's glasses, then wipes them and puts them on. We see what she looks like in the mirror.) (The melancholy music is replaced by an abrupt surge of "upbeat" music, ushering in the next scene.) SCENE 3 (hallway after class) (Quinn's expression is now cheery as she explains to the Fashion Club what happened the other day. They stand beside a classroom door that keeps opening as students file out.) QUINN: So, like, it turned out he wasn't *supposed* to put the dilating drops in *before* the eye exam, *that's* why I did so bad. So the whole thing was, like, a *big* mistake. I'm thinking of suing for damages. (Stacy and Tiffany nod.) STACY & TIFFANY: You should. SANDI: (haughty, slightly disappointed) Well, that explains a lot, I guess. Let's just, um, welcome you back and forget yesterday ever *happened*. QUINN: (relieved) Thanks, Sandi! SANDI: Cashman's after school? F.C: Yeah. TIFFANY: Wait, doesn't the new shipment of halter tops come today at eleven? SANDI: (shocked) That's *right*. I must have been *preoccupied* (gives Quinn the evil eye. Quinn blushes.) or else *I* would have remembered. We'll have to cut class to be first in line. (Stacy and Tiffany nod.) STACY & TIFFANY: Yeah. QUINN: *Cut* class? (Sandi arches an eyebrow.) SANDI: (megabitch tone) That a *problem*, Quinn? (It never has been before.) QUINN: Well, um... (Her gaze trails off to the right. She's about to respond when...) (Quinn's eyes widen. From her point of view, everything is pretty fuzzy, but from out of nowhere, Andrea appears, walking in the F.C.'s direction, wearing Quinn's glasses. She walks unsteadily, her arms outspread.) ANDREA: (awed tone) Cool. (Cut to Andrea's P.O.V., which is framed by dark outer rims of the glasses. The colors of the hallway have bled together to form a pastel wave. As Andrea approaches the F.C., Quinn's body stretches until it coils around like a snake. Stacy and Tiffany's bodies balloon outward. Sandi's head stretches and swells in grotesque proportions.) (Resume normal shot of the F.C. Quinn watches Andrea.) QUINN: Um... SANDI: *Quinn*! (Quinn jerks her head to the left and looks in that direction, trying to avert attention from Andrea.) QUINN: Well, Sandi, I -- (She's about to respond again, when she sees something off screen and gasps a second time. From her P.O.V., Daria and Jane appear out of the fuzzy surroundings, walking toward the F.C. from the opposite direction of Andrea. Quinn tries to shield her face. She knows that Andrea's glasses are really hers, and that Daria will let her have it if she sees her without them or Andrea *with* them.) SANDI: ("you're on thin ice") Quinn, *what* are you *doing*? (Andrea walk past the Fashion Club. Just as she's heading toward an intersecting corridor, Daria and Jane turn down it. Andrea walks past the corridor, exits off screen. Meanwhile, Daria and Jane stop next to a set of lockers, presumably their own. They appear to not have noticed anything unusual. Meanwhile, Quinn gazes out at a now empty hallway. She relaxes and turns to Sandi.) QUINN: Sure I'll cut class with you guys. Um, in fact, why don't we do it now? (Sandi and Tiffany exchange surprised looks. Then Sandi turns to Quinn and gives a curt nod.) SANDI: *Sounds* like a plan. (Daria and Jane stand at their lockers. Jane is fiddling through hers, while Daria is leaning against hers, looking quite displeased.) DARIA: (irritated) He didn't have to *hug* me in front of the whole class. JANE: Oh, you know how Mr. O'Neill gets when someone deciphers one of his mind-bending diagrams. DARIA: The scariest thing was, he seemed to think I'd be okay with that sort of thing. That's just *wrong*. He'd never have done it if I'd been -- BRITTANY: (O.S.) *Yoooo-hooo*! Daria! (Daria and Jane look at each other, frown.) DARIA & JANE: Mmmmmrrrrrr... (They turn to see Brittany and Kevin approaching them.) KEVIN: (goofy cheerfulness) Hey Daria, lookin' *good*! (gives her a thumbs up.) (Brittany looks at him as he says this with a vacant, adoring expression.) BRITTANY: (spacy cheerfulness) See, Kevvy, I told you Daria'd come around. She's vain like *I* am!!! JANE: (to Daria, sarcastic) Yes, you and Brittany share *so* many qualities. DARIA: We both bre-- aw, forget it. KEVIN: Say, Daria, does this mean you'll, like, be doing other stuff to, like, make yourself look good? (Daria gets a wicked half-smirk on her face.) DARIA: (slightly seductive tone) Well I don't know, Kevin. I wouldn't want to make *Brittany* jealous. KEVIN: (oblivious) Oh that's okay. (Brittany glares at Kevin, her fists clenched.) BRITTANY: What do you *mean* it's *okay*?!! Why *you*...*EAP*!!! (She pounds on Kevin, who cringes under her assault.) KEVIN: Ow! *Baaaaabe*! (runs off screen. Brittany chases him.) DARIA: (watching them go, deadpan) Another admirer bites the dust. JODIE: (O.S.) Hi guys! (Daria and Jane turn as she appears.) DARIA & JANE: Hey, Jodie. JODIE: (supportive tone) Daria, I just want to say that I think you look really good today. DARIA: (grunting) Thanks. JODIE: Your contacts make you look kind of sweet and vulnerable. (Daria's mouth curls with disgust.) DARIA: *Ugh*! JANE: Don't scare her, Jodie. JODIE: (amused) I'm sorry Mr. O'Neill got carried away. DARIA: (resigned) Yeah, well what do you expect? Change one thing about you and everyone thinks you've become a different person. JODIE: Well there *is* something to be said about changes expanding your options in life. JANE: (looks at Daria) Yeah, someone just has to *hear* it. (Jodie suddenly checks her watch.) JODIE: Anyway, I gotta go. I'll see you guys later. (walks off screen.) DARIA & JANE: Bye. DARIA: Yeah, we'd better head to class. I sure hope *Quinn's* suffering as much as I've been today. (She sees Jane staring off screen.) Jane? JANE: (quiet awe) Whoa, check *her* out! (Daria turns to look, and gets an expression of astonishment.) DARIA: What the...? (Cut to a shot of Daria and Jane obviously from Andrea's P.O.V. Their bodies lengthen into snake-like forms, intertwine, and merge at the head. Around them, the lockers curve back and forth, as if swaying to rhythmic music. Cut to wide shot of Daria and Jane as they appear normally. Both are wearing expressions of shock. Andrea walks on screen, wearing Quinn's glasses. She stands across from Daria and Jane, where Jodie was before. Daria frowns, recognizing the glasses. Andrea takes them off and hands them to Daria.) ANDREA: (expressionless) I think these are yours. You seem to be missing a pair. (Daria receives the glasses.) DARIA: (befuddled -- for her) Um... thanks. (Pause) ANDREA: They were a pretty big trip for a while, but now I'm kind of nauseous. (Beat) It's a *cool* kind of nauseous, though. (Without another word, she walks away. Jane watches her go.) JANE: Um... bye? (turns to Daria, who is looking at the glasses with a puzzled, irritated expression on her face.) Are those Quinn's? DARIA: Yep. (Jane reaches over and takes the glasses. She tries them on, and her face takes on look of awe.) JANE: *Whoa*! These are pretty cool. (possessive tone.) Hey, if she doesn't want them, I *know* I could put these to good use. (Daria holds out her hand.) DARIA: Not so fast. (Jane, with some reluctance, takes off the glasses and gives them to Daria.) No *way* she's getting away with this. Five bucks a day for no work?? C'mon. (Daria walks off down the hall. Jane follows.) DARIA: Now where --? JANE: *Daria*. (She nods her head to her right.) (We see the Fashion Club in the distance, near the exit doors. Quinn lags behind a bit. Suddenly Daria comes up behind her and grabs her shoulder.) DARIA: Aren't you *forgetting* something? (holds out the glasses.) (Quinn looks down, cringes.) QUINN: (knows she's busted) Ugh. (As in the beginning of this episode, the other F.C.s shudder and step away from Daria and Jane.) F.C: *Ewwwwww*!!! (Jane looks at the F.C. She bares her teeth, growls a little. Stacy and Tiffany gasp and run toward the exit. Sandi stands there for a few seconds. She raises her fists, looking as though she's ready to take Jane on. Then she groans and runs for the exit, too. Daria, Quinn, and Jane watch the F.C. go.) JANE: (amused) Fashion victims bite the dust. (Quinn looks down at the glasses.) QUINN: (to Daria, shocked) Where did you *find* those? DARIA: (hard tone) Apparently not where they were supposed to be. On *you*. QUINN: (pleading) You won't tell Mom and Dad, will you? DARIA: Wear these and there'll be nothing *to* tell. QUINN: Well I *won't*! (She stalks away. Daria and Jane watch her go, Daria cocking an eyelid.) DARIA: (to Quinn) So you plan on stumbling around for the rest of your life? (As she says this, Quinn slows down, nearly stops.) Have you thought it through about how you'd hide this from our parents? (Quinn stops. She twists her hands together.) QUINN: (uncomfortable) Well, um, I haven't... really... reached that part. (Daria looks at the glasses.) DARIA: Well I can see these haven't completely gone to your head, yet. QUINN: (pissed) Don't you have a *class* to go to?! DARIA: Don't *you*? JANE: (to Quinn) Come on, let's see what you look like in these things. (gestures to Daria to hand over the glasses.) (Daria holds out the glasses to Quinn. Quinn hesitates before taking them, frowning with disgust. She finally swipes the glasses and puts them on. She looks sulky and Daria-esque.) JANE: (surprised, sincere) Hey, not bad! QUINN: *Agh*! (yanks off the glasses.) DARIA: (to Jane) Sorry. JANE: (unfazed) Yeah, yeah, she's been programmed to think the opposite of what an unpopular person tells her. I get it. (Quinn stalks over to one of the groups of lockers and leans against one. She looks at the glasses.) QUINN: (semi-whiny, confused) Daria, I don't know what to *do*! (waves glasses.) These things *have* gone and messed with my head! I mean, it's like I put these on and I can see stuff that I couldn't see before and want to do stuff differently and it's kind of, um, not that bad. (voice trails off on a thoughtful note.) DARIA: (subtle surprise) So you *do* like the glasses? QUINN: I *guess*, but when I wear them people act like I'm some big *freak* and won't talk to me! I mean, I haven't changed *that* much. (grumbles) I'm not gonna join the *chemistry* club, or anything.... (Daria looks at Jane and sighs a "I know where this is headed" sigh. It's Jane's turn to smirk knowingly.) DARIA: (resigned, serious) Look, Quinn, I'll only say this once. You and I aren't so different in some ways. (Quinn turns to look at her.) DARIA: We both know that other people judge us by our appearance, so we want it to be on our own terms. We create these identities that we feel reflect our *true* selves -- you bouncy and cute, me -- (She reaches for Quinn's glasses and puts them on to emphasize her point. From Daria's P.O.V., Quinn looks like the Picasso-style painting Jane was working on at the beginning of Act II. Daria gets a stunned expression on her face and briefly loses track of what she's been saying. Quickly, she takes off the glasses and hands them back to Quinn.) DARIA: (trying to get back on track) Um... well, anyway... as I was saying, we create these identities, and refuse to budge from them in any way out of fear of rejection or loss of self-control. (Quinn is silent... then throws her hands in the air.) QUINN: Well, *duh*! Who *doesn't* do that?! But what am I supposed to do about it *now*? DARIA: I don't know. The funny thing is, sometimes the identities we create become as false to ourselves as anything *other* people may guess about us. (Quinn frowns, trying to understand.) DARIA: (more pointedly) *Meaning* you already feel different about yourself because of the glasses. So you can't return to your old identity, not without feeling a sense of loss, anyway. (Beat) So I guess from now on, you'll just have to wear them. (Quinn sighs, looking resigned and depressed.) DARIA: (seeing this) *Most* of the time. (Quinn stares at the ground.) QUINN: (quietly) My friends'll hate me. JANE: Maybe so, but somehow I don't think you'll *care*. DARIA: You'll have to deal with jerks who don't understand you your whole life. Might as well learn to cope with it now. Your glasses work for you, so why mess up a good thing? (Quinn still looks at the ground. Realization slowly grows on her face.) QUINN: You're right. (lifts her face.) You're *right*. JANE: (to Daria, softly) Good advice, big sis. (Daria smirks a reply.) (cut to: ) SCENE 4 (outside Jane's house, the next morning) (Daria stands by the front door, her back to us. It opens, Jane comes out. She stands there, looking at Daria for a second.) JANE: (a bit flat) Oh. (Daria and Jane turn and face front. Daria is wearing her glasses.) DARIA: (amused, but understanding) Expecting *not* to see something? JANE: Yeah, well... (They walk down the sidewalk.) JANE: So I'm assuming you didn't take to heart the advice you gave yesterday? DARIA: Sure I did. Why wouldn't I have? JANE: The way you talked about other people's opinions not bothering you, I thought -- (Daria motions for Jane to stop. She smirks a slightly resigned smirk.) DARIA: Let's put it this way, my situation's not exactly like Quinn's. She puts on glasses and thinks the world's a different place. I wear my contacts, and... well while I *like* them, I don't see much of a change -- other than how people treat me. So I figure, why *not* the glasses? Beats touching my eyeballs twice a day. JANE: (not quite satisfied) So you'll never ever wear contacts to school again? DARIA: (full-on smirk) I wouldn't say *never*. (Jane smiles a "hell, at least it's something" smile, and shrugs.) JANE: Let's just hope Quinn took your advice to heart. DARIA: I don't know. She wore her glasses last night, but she was gone this morning by the time I came down. So we'll have to wait and see. (Dissolve to shot of Jane and Daria, in the same positions as when they were walking to school. The backdrop has changed from a residential neighborhood to the school hallway. Daria and Jane both look straight ahead, frowning.) JANE: (slightly annoyed) Well, *there's* your answer. DARIA: (curt) *Um-hmm*. (Quinn talks with the rest of the Fashion Club, *not* wearing her glasses. Daria sighs.) DARIA: I guess I was asking too much of her. Who could blame her for not wanting to sacrifice everything that's given her life meaning 'til now? From now on, she'll have to figure out on her *own* what's best for her. (Daria turns and exits off screen. Jane watches her go, chastened.) JANE: (pointedly, to herself) Yeah. (Meanwhile, Quinn has fallen silent and has a thoughtful look on her face.) (fade-out. fade-in to: ) SCENE 5 (DeMartino's classroom) (DeMartino stands in front of the class, writing on the board. Quinn and Stacy sit in the back. Quinn's squinting, trying to make out the words, but having no luck. Finally she turns to Stacy and taps her on the arm. Stacy looks up from her copy of Waif.) QUINN: Um, Stacy, I think I'm gonna move into Jeannie's old seat from now on, the view of the fashion *don'ts* is much better from there which means I'll be able to stop them before they become fashion *do's*. You understand, right? (Stacy becomes subdued at the thought of Quinn leaving her.) STACY: Sure, Quinn. (Quinn creeps up the row to the empty desk she sat in during Act II, Scene 7. As before, she gets settled a bit before DeMartino interrupts her.) DeMARTINO: (O.S.) Weeeeeeeeell, QUINN! (He appears, his arms folded and eye bulging.) DeMARTINO: *Nice* to see ya. Would you *care* to be SINGled out again? Though it's *not* like you have a CHOICE!!! (Quinn looks at him, only mildly unnerved this time. Her expression turns to one of calm.) QUINN: Okay, sure. (DeMartino's arms drop to their sides.) DeMARTINO: Huh?! (Quinn gets an amused, slightly exasperated smile.) QUINN: I said *okay*. (DeMartino looks at her, his face showing the faintest glimmer of respect. Quinn raises her brows in a "go ahead, do your worst" manner.) ********************** THE END [roll the credits.........................] *** Thought you could get away, just like that??? Well, you can ... but I hope you'll keep on reading to get my commentary on this episode.*** First, if you're ever bored on a rainy day, here's a little game for you: count the number of times people say "Um" in this episode. I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised.... Second, my vision's pretty good, so I don't know *how* near-sighted 20/100 would be. It may not be very near-sighted at all, but for the purposes of this episode, it sounded dramatic (as opposed to even 20/150, etc.). Sorry if I've given a grossly inaccurate portrayal of near-sightedness... all I can say is that literary license goaded me on. :-) Points of Interest: 1) references to Manifest Destiny and the Act II line "They stand proudly and proclaim 'I am,'" come from "Esteemsters." 2) reference to VAL magazine at the optometrist's -- "The Lost Girls" 3) Daria's quote about shopping in Act I is borrowed from All Quiet on the Western Front. Continuity I tried to keep everything exactly as the show would have it, but there were a couple of things I got confused about or invented. I don't think the optometrist in "Through a Lens Darkly" had a name, so I gave him one. I also couldn't remember if Daria's and Jane's locker was anywhere near an intersecting corridor [do you pay attention to that stuff?], so I invented one for the sake of the plot. Lastly, I couldn't remember if the bathroom doors faced the hallway, or if people had to go through a small passage to get to them [it's been a while since I've seen "The Lost Girls"]. So if I'm wrong, may I forever wear a scarlet letter. :-) Parallels with "Through a Lens Darkly": 1) visit to the optometrist (and that damn refraction machine) 2) both Daria and Quinn have angst-ridden moments in the bathroom 3) both ditch their glasses because they're afraid they'll harm their looks, and both end up somewhat reverting back to their usual selves by the end of the episode finally.... COMMENTARY (that other stuff above is filler!) First, I'll ask whether people view Daria's and Quinn's actions at the end of this episode as a *cop-out*? I could definitely see it both ways, although I will say that in future fanfics (if I ever have time to write them -- my schedule!), I won't forget that Quinn has vision problems. Second: from the first time I saw "Cafe Disaffecto," where Quinn lures that guy into buying her long-distance phone cards, I knew she was smart. She's probably as smart as Daria, just as Daria is as pretty (and some would say more so) as Quinn. I felt like giving Quinn the chance to *show* that she could be intelligent... and I also thought that having a vision problem could serve as a unique explanation for why Quinn's so self-absorbed: she can't *see* there's a bigger world out there. And once she can, she can't ignore it.... Where "Through a Lens Darkly" comes in: I got the inspiration for my episode after I saw TALD for the first time (I think because I was mad that Quinn wasn't in it more). As I developed the storyline, I realized I could address issues that had only been lightly touched upon in TALD. One is how people treat you differently once you change your looks. In TALD, we saw Mr. O'Neill and Ms. Li treat Daria differently on the day she wore contacts, but otherwise the episode was about Daria's personal struggle with vanity. I wanted to flesh out the theme of how to cope when people act like you're not you. The other major issue has to do with Jane, and the pleasure she gets whenever Daria loosens up ("*gee*, you may join the human race after all"). In TALD, she got a thrill from Daria's admission that she was vain... but later, she was pretty supportive when Daria said she was going back to her glasses. My thoughts on that: Jane no doubt *does* support Daria's choices for the most part... but in the case of the glasses, what if Daria's choice to wear them caused her to become vain-aphobic all over again? I could see Jane becoming impatient with her -- "you're not Mother Theresa" -- which is a scenario I wanted to bring out in this fanfic. Most of all, I wrote this because I thought it'd be cool to see Quinn in glasses and Daria in her contacts again. :-) Phew... a postscript as long as the "episode" itself! Thanks for reading.... This fanfic is the property of Kara Wild, originally copyrighted May 1999, revised copyrighted June 1999. All rights reserved.