Daria getting her bridesmaid dress.
- Store Sales Woman: Nature didn't see fit to give you much in the way of hips, did she deary?
- Daria: I think I'm going to be ill. Is that a problem for you?
- Store Sales Woman: Turn around please.
- Jane (in old woman's voice): Oh Scarlett! You grow lovelier by the day!
- Daria: I will kill you. And then bury your body, in this dress.




