SCENE 1 (same as before: the Lanes' house, afternoon, the present)
(Shot of Daria, Jane, and Trent as they were before. Daria looks crushed. Jane glances at her, then turns to Trent, frowning.)
JANE: Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?
(Trent shrugs.)
TRENT: I dunno, it didn't occur to me. We're only --
JANE: (peevish tone -- as if she's the one he's wronged) Didn't occur to you?? Trent, I'm your sister. What, does that, like, not matter to you, or something?
TRENT: (concerned. pacifying) Hey Janey, I'm sorry... (He glances at Daria, who's still downcast and seemingly oblivious to what's going on. Thinks she's upset for Jane's sake. to Daria) Hey, I wasn't sure she was worth it at first, y' know?
(His remark doesn't appear to register with Daria.)
JANE: (still peevish) So?? She's still someone in your life, Trent. You could've brought her by when you first started going out, or at least've given me some kind of warning.
(Beat. Trent blinks.)
TRENT: (confused) Warning 'bout what?
(Jane throws her hands up in the air.)
JANE: Well you'll never know, now, will you???
TRENT: Janey, I think you're making way too big a deal --
JANE: Forget it, Trent, just forget it. (makes a slicing gesture with her hand that suggests "silence") I am way too mad at you right now --
TRENT: Jane, why're you acting like... a mom?
(Jane makes a big "Ix-nay" gesture.)
JANE: Hey, what did I just say?! (Bt) You know, Trent, I am so mad at you right now, I don't even think I can stand to be in the same house. Come on, Daria -- let's go.
(She starts to walk toward the door. Daria's frozen in place.)
JANE: (more urgent) Daria, I said come on. (taps her foot)
(Slowly Daria turns around and walks stiffly to the door. Jane opens it, and they leave. Trent watches them go. He then shakes his head in a "I don't get her" manner.)
(cut to: )
SCENE 2 (walking)
(cut to outside shot, frontal of Jane and Daria. They walk quickly away from the house. After a pause of several seconds: )
JANE: (hushed) Rebound, Daria, rebound.
(Daria glances at her.)
DARIA: (straining to sound nonchalant) I'm not bothered.
JANE: Oh yeah. That's only why you're walking like you're on a Nazi march.
(Daria looks down, notices how stiffly she's holding her arms. She relaxes a little.)
DARIA: Hey, if Trent wants to go out with whoever he wants, who am I to stop him??
JANE: Daria, this is me you're talking to. Listen, I can understand you being upset --
(Daria frowns.)
DARIA: I am not upset. (Bt) Who Trent sees is his business.
JANE: And the fact that you've liked him for over a year means nothing?
DARIA: Look, Jane, you said it yourself: if I didn't tell Trent how I felt, sooner or later he'd find somebody. Well your tarot cards were right. Now I'll just have to accept it.
(Beat)
JANE: (trying to find the bright side) Hey, maybe she's not the one. Maybe he's tired of her already and they'll break up --
(Daria stops abruptly. Jane does, too.)
DARIA: (an edge in her voice) And then what, Jane? He'll come crawling back to me, realizing the horrible mistake he's made?? (Bt) I don't think so.
(Pause. Now Jane doesn't know what to say. She looks sympathetic and resigned.)
DARIA: The sad truth is, Trent never noticed me because he was never meant to notice me. We're five years apart. Our lives are completely different. Who was I trying to kid??
(long pause. Daria and Jane just stand there.)
DARIA: Um, Jane, if you don't mind, I'd kind of like to walk home alone.
(Beat)
JANE: I understand. (chuckles, rolls her eyes in a manner that suggests she's trying to act amused) But gosh, now what'll I do? There's no way I'm gonna spoil my big exit by heading back home.
DARIA: How 'bout tagging public property with your signature? It takes time and it's expressive.
JANE: Now there you go. (turns, starts to leave. then, with concern) You sure you'll be okay?
(Daria waves her hand in a "sure, sure" manner. She starts walking away.)
DARIA: I'll survive. (Bt) See ya.
JANE: Yeah. Bye.
(Cut to side shot of Daria walking away. She bows her head a little, wears a sad expression. fade-out.)
(fade-in to: )
SCENE 3 (Morgendorffer house, nighttime)
(Shot of the outside. cut to shot of the bathroom. Daria's standing at one of the sinks, dressed in her pajamas, staring at herself in the mirror. She fingers her hair, then removes her glasses and looks at herself without them. Then she puts them back on and stares at herself some more. Finally: )
DARIA: (to her reflection. soft and decisive) You're an idiot. (Pause) You're such an idiot.
(As she says this last bit, Quinn comes into the bathroom, also dressed in her pajamas.)
QUINN: (chipper) No arguments, here.
(Daria glares at her as she takes her place at the other sink.)
DARIA: Excuse me, this is a private conversation. (Bt) Although given the subject, I could see how you'd think otherwise.
(Quinn rolls her eyes.)
QUINN: Excuse me, Daria, this is my bathroom, too. If you wanna act like some kind of weirdo an' talk to yourself, go do it in your own room.
DARIA: (snapping. defiant) Fine. I will.
(She stalks out of the bathroom. Quinn sighs contentedly and spreads out her arms, happy to have the bathroom all to herself. fade-out.)
(fade-in to shot of Daria sitting, slumped over, on the edge of her bed in the dark. After several seconds, she finally, slowly, lies down. Grabs the covers, curls up in a ball, gathers them around her, and closes her eyes. fade-out.)
(fade-in to the fantasy sequence. close-up of the older Trent's face. He's smiling a crooked smile.)
TRENT: Denise? That bitch? We were never serious.
(Cut to a wider shot. Trent and Daria are both sitting on the couch. Trent has his arms wrapped around Daria's waist, and his face is maybe a few inches from hers.)
DARIA: Yeah, well you really had me worried for a while.
TRENT: I'm sorry, my love. (Bt) She was just some girl I used to fill the void 'cause I thought you didn't want me.
DARIA: (sweet. vulnerable) Not want you, Trent? Never.
TRENT: Well anyway, that's all in the past, now. (Bt) We're together, and nothin' can tear us apart, right?
(Daria smiles -- really smiles.)
DARIA: Right.
(Trent leans toward her, tips her face upward, and gives her a long, deep kiss.)
(Cut to shot of the present Daria. She's fallen asleep, looks more peaceful.)
(cut to: )
SCENE 4 (Lawndale High cafeteria, a few days later)
(Shot of outside. cut to shot of Daria and Jane sitting at their table.)
JANE: So, I was thinking, when we go to your house today --
DARIA: (cocking an eyelid) My house, again?
JANE: Is there a problem?
DARIA: Only that you've been over each of the past three days.
JANE: (trying to sound nonchalant) Hey, it's just sometimes, what with those big, heavy curtains over my windows, my room can feel sort of stifling.
DARIA: (deadpan) Whereas the padded walls in my room really brighten up the atmosphere.
JANE: Exactly.
(Pause)
DARIA: Jane, we can't avoid your house forever.
JANE: Can we at least try?
DARIA: No. (sighs. resigned) I'm just gonna have to accept that at some point, I'll see Trent with Cherise.
JANE: Den-ise.
DARIA: (annoyed that Jane would even care if the name was right) Whatever. (Pause) So, um, what's she like? (looks a little uncomfortable)
JANE: (trying to sidestep) Don't know. I haven't seen her around much. I don't think she and Trent are very close.
(Daria regards her with a deadpan expression.)
DARIA: Be honest.
(Jane shrugs, looks resigned.)
JANE: Well... it's hard to talk to someone who's locked to your brother's lips.
(Daria looks startled and a bit crushed. She blinks several times. Jane tries to soften the blow.)
JANE: Daria, I'm sorry -- I shouldn't've said it like that.
(Daria cocks a resigned eyelid.)
JANE: Well hey, you don't need to take this lying down. (Bt) We'll find you a guy.
DARIA: No thanks. I'm taking my cue from Thoreau.
JANE: Thoreau?
DARIA: Yeah. He lived alone. He was happy.
JANE: And he lived in an age when a woman baring her ankle was considered a sexual come-on. (Bt) Daria, we're in the modern world, here. You can go after a guy if you want to.
DARIA: (resolute) Well I don't want to. (Bt) Seriously, I'm not bothered by my single status.
(Suddenly, from off screen, we hear Brittany and Kevin reading lines from Othello.)
KEVIN: "Be, uhhh, thus as thou are dead, an' I will kill thee and love thee after." (Bt) Hey, she's about to bite the dust. Cool babe -- I mean, Des.
BRITTANY: Oh Othello-y, you're so silly! (Bt) Um "banish me, my lord, but kill me not."
KEVIN: Hey Des, what's a "strumpet"?
BRITTANY: Kevvy! Just stick to the lines!
(Jane looks at Daria.)
DARIA: Not bothered. Other than by the fact that they've ruined a classic.
(Cut to wider shot of the table. Suddenly Jodie and Mack walk past, holding hands. Jane looks at Daria.)
DARIA: Not bothered.
(Pause. She and Jane sit there.)
DARIA: (slowly, giving in) So, um, I wonder what Ted's up to these days.
(Pause. Jane looks uncomfortable.)
JANE: Oh well... I don't think you want to look him up.
DARIA: Why not?
JANE: He's sort of going with Stacy right now. [*] see Austin Covello's "A Day in the Life of Stacy"
(Pause. Daria blinks, startled.)
DARIA: Stacy? Fashion Club Stacy??
JANE: (nodding) Yeah.
(Pause)
DARIA: (irritated) So Skipper's got a boyfriend and I don't?? Now I'm bothered.
(Jane pumps a fist encouragingly.)
JANE: Well let's see what we can do about it, then. (Pause. looks off screen) Hey! Hey you!
(Daria looks in the direction she's looking, bewildered. We see a guy walk on screen. He's tall, with a scraggly beanpole body, a huge nose and Adam's apple, and timid-looking eyes. Daria turns and glares at Jane.)
JANE: (to the guy. playful) I saw you lookin' at my friend a minute ago.
GUY: (stammering) I-I was just wonderin' where she got 'er jacket, that's all. (his voice is squeaky and annoying, like that guy Corey's, the one who likes Quinn)
JANE: (unfazed) Well why not sit with us, and I'm sure she'll give you all the details.
(The guy sits down, next to Daria. Daria mouths an "I hate you" to Jane, then turns to the guy.)
DARIA: You sure you want to take orders from a mental patient?
(The guy looks startled. He gazes blankly at Jane, blinks a few times. Jane chuckles, waves her hand nonchalantly.)
JANE: Oh, she's just playing hard-to-get 'cause she's a little shy. Aren't ya, Daria?
DARIA: (to the guy) You know, when she holds her head at certain angles, you can see the scars from her cranial lobotomy.
(The guy looks at Daria, startled, then at Jane. His expression goes from startled to sort of freaked. He starts to edge away, looking like he's ready to bolt. Jane puts up her hand in a "stop" motion.)
JANE: She's kidding! She's kidding!
DARIA: (to the guy. cocking an eyelid) And her sense of perception's out-of-whack.
JANE: (to the guy. urgent) Please sit. Stay. Tell us about yourself. (Bt. chuckles) Like, for starters, your name.
(The guy freezes, looks uncertain. Finally: )
GUY: Um, my name's Barry.
(Beat)
JANE: (like it's the best thing she's ever heard) Barry! Great to meet you! (Bt) Daria, say hi to Barry!
DARIA: (to Barry) Sometimes, the anti-depressant meds they put her on make her a little... (waves her hand to indicate the word "fruity")
(Jane sighs an exasperated "At least try." Daria comprehends, rolls her eyes. Looks at Barry again.)
DARIA: (deadpan) Hi, Barry.
JANE: So, Barry? What kind of school activities do you do?? Any sports? Clubs? Chess club, math club, anything?
BARRY: Oh, I belong to the Taxidermy Society.
(Pause. Jane and Daria look at each other uneasily.)
DARIA: (slowly) I didn't know we had a Taxidermy Society.
BARRY: We didn't -- 'til I started one. I'm still looking for other members...
(Daria closes her eyes.)
DARIA: Say no more.
(Pause. Then Jane does another encouraging fist pump.)
JANE: Well hey, he's a guy who takes initiative! (Bt) And you, um, like to bring out the life in death. Don't you, Barry? (before he can answer) Sure ya do. (Bt) Well, let's say we pick a new topic. Got any, Daria?? (looks at her beseechingly)
DARIA: Oh, I'd prefer to trust your judgment, Jane.
(Jane rolls her eyes, annoyed.)
JANE: Fine, fine. (Bt) So, Barry, d' you like to read?
BARRY: (nodding) Uh-huh.
(Jane smirks at Daria. Daria cocks an eyelid with vague interest.)
JANE: Daria here likes the classics. Are you into any classic authors?
(Beat)
BARRY: Does L. Ron Hubbard count?
(Pause. Daria and Jane look at each other. Then they both close their eyes and shake their heads.)
(cut to: )
SCENE 5 (Daria's room, after school)
(Close-up of the T.V. screen.)
SSW ANNOUNCER: "Can dogs and humans get hitched?? This couple in Tennessee hopes to find out on the next Sick Sad World!!!"
(Cut to shot of Daria and Jane sitting on Daria's bed, watching. The sound fades into the background.)
DARIA: It was still a rotten trick.
JANE: Hey, like I knew he was gonna be such a big creep when he sat down.
DARIA: (deadpan) Oh I'm sure. (Pause. makes a sour face) I can't believe I gave him my phone number.
JANE: I thought you gave him the number for Cashman's juniors department.
DARIA: That was the first one I gave him. (Bt) Then I buckled under and gave him my own.
JANE: (satisfied) Now who's the foolish one?
(Daria looks at her with a "hardy har-har" expression. Turns away, sighs. Cocks and eyelid.)
DARIA: Getting over Trent's gonna be harder than I thought. (Bt) But at least there's a silver lining to this mess: you've still got Jesse.
(Jane chuckles and rolls her eyes.)
DARIA: (continuing) Our quartet hasn't completely shattered. (absorbs Jane's chuckle) What??
(Pause)
JANE: (amused. resigned) Daria, I don't have anything going on with Jesse. He's never ever noticed me, and frankly I'm starting to wonder if I even care.
(Beat)
DARIA: (subdued) Oh.
(Pause)
JANE: Hey, look, the show's back on. (points to the screen)
(Daria nods and turns her face to the screen, but after several seconds, you can tell she's not paying attention. fade-out.)
(fade-in to the future fantasy sequence. Older Trent's still lounging on the couch, holding his guitar but not playing. Looks about ready to nod off. Daria's in the foreground, typing away on her Mac laptop. Suddenly she stops, notices the silence, and turns around to look at Trent. She frowns, as if considering what to do next. Then: )
DARIA: (hesitant) Um, Trent?
(Trent's eyes widen as he tries to wake himself up.)
TRENT: Huh?
(Beat)
DARIA: I was thinking: now that we're married, it'd be real nice if we could, you know, talk.
(Trent cocks a brow.)
TRENT: 'Kay. That sounds good.
(He sits up straighter. Daria comes over and sits beside him. long pause.)
DARIA: So... um, how's your day been?
(Beat)
TRENT: Pretty damn tiring. I've been sitting here, trying to write a song, and it hasn't come to me yet.
DARIA: Oh. That's too bad.
TRENT: Thought the clicking of your keyboard would keep me awake, but no problem there. (yawns and stretches)
DARIA: (a bit flat) Oh.
TRENT: So how's your day been?
(Beat)
DARIA: (somewhat weary) Oh, um, about the same. (gestures at the computer)
TRENT: Ah...
(long pause. Trent sits there, wearing a tranquil expression, while Daria tries to figure out what to say next. Finally: )
DARIA: Um, got anything you'd like to discuss?
(Pause. Trent blinks.)
TRENT: I dunno. (Bt) It's your fantasy.
(Pause. Daria scratches her head.)
DARIA: Oh... yeah, right.
(long pause)
TRENT: So? You wanna go to bed with me?
(Daria's eyes widen.)
DARIA: Um-um, okay.
(Suddenly we hear the sound of knocking off screen. Daria gets hold of herself.)
DARIA: I wonder who that could be.
(Cut to shot of the door. Daria walks over to it. Trent remains behind, slumped over on the couch in a sleepy pose. Daria opens the door to reveal an older Jane and Jesse. Jane's all dressed in black, with long black leggings and a smock-like top. Her hair is piled on top of her head. Jesse, meanwhile, is dressed exactly the same as we've always seen him, even minus the shirt. Still wears the same confused expression, too. The only difference is that he's shaved all of his hair off.)
DARIA: Hi, you guys. (Bt. glances in Trent's direction.) Trent, why don't you -- Trent?
(Trent's nodded off. Pause. Then Jane walks in and claps her hands together.)
JANE: Yo, Trent!
(Trent raises his head.)
TRENT: Huh? (sees Jane and Jesse) Oh, hey.
JANE: Sorry to interrupt your deep-thinking time.
TRENT: No, hey, it's cool.
DARIA: (to Jane) So what brings you by?
JANE: Jesse and Trent have to rehearse.
JESSE: Yuh.
(Daria stares at him for a second, then turns back to Jane.)
DARIA: Oh, I see. (Bt) So, um, was the drive here okay?
JESSE: Yuh.
JANE: Actually, we hit a traffic snarl and lost about an hour's time.
JESSE: Yuh.
(Pause. Jane frowns at him, as does Daria.)
DARIA: (to Jane) So you actually managed to gather from him that he and Trent had to rehearse?
(Jane rolls her eyes.)
JANE: I looked for hidden meaning in his gestures.
JESSE: Yuh.
(Jane turns to him.)
JANE: (exploding) Would you stop saying that??!!
DARIA: Is that all he can say?
JESSE: Y-- (Jane puts her hand up. He stops.)
JANE: "Is that all he can say??" "Is that all he can say???" she asks. (laughs hysterically) Yes, dammit that's all he can say!!! (turns to Jesse) For the whole time we've been married, every answer to every question. Do you love me? "Yuh." Do you think I'm sexy? "Yuh." Do you support the U.N. peacekeeping mission to Bosnia? "Yuh." (Bt) If you say "yuh" one more time, I'm gonna explode!!!
(Beat)
TRENT: (to Jesse) So bro, you ready?
JESSE: Yuh.
(Jane grabs her head.)
JANE: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!!!
(Her face turns bright red, balloons, and explodes. She collapses on the floor. Pause)
JESSE: (looking at her) Whoa.
(Beat)
TRENT: (also looking at her. to Daria) Is she dead?
DARIA: No. (Bt) My fantasies are never that malicious...
(They continue to stare at Jane. Suddenly, from off screen: )
QUINN: (sing-songy) Oh, Daria!
(Cut to close-up of the present Daria. She shakes her head. cut to wider shot. Quinn approaches her bed, holding one of her jackets by the tips of her fingers.)
DARIA: (to Jane. deadpan) Do you know any Daria?
QUINN: (rushing on) Here's your jacket back. It's been in my closet, like, forever. [*] see "Monster," "The Old and the Beautiful"
DARIA: (to Quinn) Thanks. Now hang it up and be on your merry way.
(Quinn lays the jacket on the bed, next to Jane.)
QUINN: Um, I couldn't help overhearing --
JANE: (to Daria. dryly) Our secret plot to spread the anthrax virus throughout New York's subway system? (Bt) Damn, we're done for.
(Quinn rolls her eyes.)
QUINN: Not plans for one of your dumb field trips. That other stuff about Trent having a new girlfriend...
(Pause. Jane looks at Quinn, surprised. Then glances at Daria. Daria rolls her eyes in a "She knows" manner.) [*] Quinn found out about Daria's crush on Trent in "The Tie That Chokes."
QUINN: (continuing) Frankly, Daria, I think you could do better. Anyone could. But --
JANE: (annoyed) Excuse me, that's my brother you're talking about.
(Quinn chuckles, as if this is the first time it's occurred to her, and flings a hand at Jane.)
QUINN: Oh -- right. (Bt) Anyway, Daria, I know a way you can get 'im back.
(Pause. Daria cocks an eyelid at her.)
DARIA: (warily interested) You do?
JANE: (under her breath) This should be good.
QUINN: Yeah. You just gotta make him jealous.
DARIA: (deadpan) Lure him with my feminine wiles.
QUINN: (continuing. oblivious) See, one week Skylar was ignoring me, so I, like, got Joey, Jeffy, and John-John to shower me with all kinds of cool stuff like flowers and jewelry and --
(Quinn's voice fades into the background. Jane leans toward Daria.)
JANE: (hushed) You're not actually buying this, are you?
DARIA: No. (Bt) But she does have one point -- I gotta start taking the offensive. Let's go over to your house tomorrow.
JANE: You sure you want to?
DARIA: Yeah, I'm sure.
QUINN: -- and pretty soon, they were fighting over who was gonna buy me that cute little Miata in the car store window on Dega Street. Skylar's still filling out the paperwork. (Bt) So you see, Daria, that's how it's done!
DARIA: (deadpan) Wow. Your wisdom astounds me, Quinn.
QUINN: Now you could probably find some loser guy --
JANE: (nudging Daria. droll) Barry, can you read me?
(Daria glares at her.)
QUINN: -- and get him to make Trent jealous. (smirks satisfactorily)
(Beat)
DARIA: Sure. Right. I'll keep that in mind. (Bt) Now would ya get out??
QUINN: (serene) Gladly.
(She walks away, brushing her hands together as if to say, "My work here is done." cut to close-up Daria. She sighs, then frowns, as if in thought.)
(cut to: )
SCENE 6 (the Lanes' house, afternoon the next day)
(Shot of Daria and Jane approaching the walkway of Jane's house. Daria still appears to be frowning with thought.)
DARIA: (thought voice-over) Make him jealous...
(fade-out. fade-in to shot of the fantasy future living room. Older Daria's typing on her laptop, or at least trying to. We hear the loud sounds of Trent and Jesse playing "You're a Liar, I'm On Fire" off screen. Jane, her head once again intact, lies sprawled across the couch. The slight rise and fall of her chest indicates she's still alive. Suddenly, we hear the sound of knocking at the door.)
DARIA: Who could that be??
(Pause. cut to shot of the door. Daria walks over and opens it, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man in a turtleneck sweater and tweed coat. Daria gazes at him, utterly shocked.)
DARIA: Marcello! What're you doing here??
(Marcello leans forward and takes her hand.)
MARCELLO: (husky Italian accent) Daria, I've come to take you away from this place.
(Beat)
DARIA: But I --
(from off screen: )
JANE: Well here we are.
(Cut to close-up of the present Daria. She shakes her head. cut to wider shot. She and Jane are standing in the Lanes' hallway.)
JANE: So, how does it feel?
(Pause. Daria shrugs.)
DARIA: I haven't dropped dead, yet.
JANE: Good. Maybe we can escape to my room before we're spotted.
(Daria nods. They start going upstairs. Suddenly, from off screen: )
TRENT: Hey Janey, Daria.
(They cringe and turn around as Trent approaches them.)
DARIA: Um... hi... Trent.
(Trent cocks a brow.)
TRENT: (to Daria) Long time, no see.
JANE: (sardonic) Yeah, well you've been pretty busy these days.
(Trent chuckles, coughs.)
TRENT: You're right. (Bt) And as a matter of fact, I've been thinking: you guys 'n' me ought to spend more time together.
(Beat. Daria and Jane gaze at each other with "dare we hope?" expressions.)
TRENT: Me 'n' Denise are going to a concert in the park on Saturday, an' we thought maybe you could tag along.
(Pause. Daria's face is now expressionless. Jane glances at her and frowns.)
JANE: (to Trent) Excuse me, but we have plans on Saturday. What makes you think we'd wanna hang out with you an' your girlfriend, anyway??
(Beat. Trent blinks.)
TRENT: I just thought -- 'cause you got on my case about not getting to meet 'er --
JANE: (exasperated) Trent, that was almost a week ago. And you're waiting 'til now to make it up to me?? Well it's too late --
DARIA: (calmly) We'll be there.
(Beat. Jane gazes at Daria, stunned.)
JANE: Huh??
(Beat. Trent smiles a crooked, grateful smile at Daria.)
TRENT: Cool. (Bt) See Janey, Daria wants to go. So are ya in?
(Jane sighs, rolls her eyes.)
JANE: Sure. Why not??
TRENT: Cool. I'll go get Denise and we can talk about it some more.
JANE: (weary. lowered voice) Denise is here. Great.
(Trent walks away off screen. Meanwhile, Daria still appears calm. Jane looks at her.)
JANE: (suspicious) What've you got up your sleeve?
DARIA: (nonchalant) I just want to meet Denise, that's all.
(Beat. Jane gets a wicked expression.)
JANE: Try not to leave any evidence for the cops to find.
(Daria is impassive, making no affirmative or negative gestures. Pause. We then see Trent walk on screen with a girl. She's young, rather pretty and sort of on the petite side, but is also dressed the way you'd think a girlfriend of Trent's would dress. She has a nose ring and a pierced eyebrow, semi-Goth make-up, dyed bright red hair, and raggedy clothing. Her top has filmy sleeves, revealing a few tattoos on her arms.)
TRENT: Janey, you've met Denise. Denise, this is Daria, Janey's friend.
(Denise extends her hand.)
DENISE: (to Daria) Cool. It's a pleasure to meet you.
(Beat. Daria shakes her hand.)
DARIA: That remains to be seen.
(Cut to close-up Daria's face. She smirks.)
[The older Jane's head is in the process of exploding, while older Daria, Trent, and Jesse look on.]
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