03x13 - Jane's Addiction

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And so the pen begat the printing press, and the
printing press begat the linotype machine, and today,

entire epics are spawned
interactively via the web

and never see the printed page at all.

Unfortunately, none of our
textbooks are among them.

But today's progressive communicators ask, why
stop at just medium? Why not go for... Kevin?

Medium... rare?

Uh, no, Kevin. Actually, I was
looking for media. Multimedia.

Which brings me to our
exciting assignment.

Isn't "exciting assignment"
a contradiction in terms?

I don't know. Let's ask our inspiring instructor. You're
all going to experience the creative power of multimedia.

You'll form teams to create
a work of your choice,

using the power of computing to
combine words, images, and sound.

You can use the school's
computers or your own.

In fact, may I go to the girl's room and down some tranquilizers?
Oh, no. Tranquilizers?! Jane, have you considered homeopathy?

I'm going to stick with guys
for now, but thanks for asking.

I have a good feeling about
this multimedia thing, teammate.

That's the nastiest name
anyone's ever called me.

If we get anything above a "C"
I'll get off academic probation

and not have to worry about taking language arts
over... and Daria Morgendorffer does not get "Cs."

Well, I could make an exception.

Come on! This is going to be fun, you
doing words, me pictures. It's exciting.

Oh, yeah. Very exciting.

I know what would make it exciting.

We do the whole thing while
walking over hot coals?

How about we add a
little music to the mix?

What's so exciting about that?

What's exciting is the particular
musician I have in mind.

Oh, no.

Come on, Daria. Trent'll love
doing some computer music.

It'll satisfy the secret techno dance freak
hiding beneath that cool alternative exterior.

I don't think I want to
meet that techno dance freak.

Sure you do. We'll ask him at
the Mystik Spiral gig tonight.

This dance freak doesn't
wear spandex, does he?

Who sh*t the hippies?
Who locked them in a zoo?

Who gagged the beatniks? Who filled their
mouths with glue? Who crushed the bohos?

Who turned their work to poo?
Hey, Mr. Normal, it was you!

Sorry. That guy keeps looking at me.

Yeah, I can see you're upset about that.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Okay.

Hey, Mr. Normal, it was you!

We're Mystik Spiral. We'll
be back for a second set.

This was the first set!

Good band.

Yeah. The singer's my brother.

Really? Are you a singer, too?

Oh, yeah, listen to this. "Old
Macdonald had a farm, EEIEEIOH."

That's really awful.

You're an honest one, eh?
Actually, I'm an artist.

Wow, that's cool.

But I do like to sing in my spare time.

"Old Macdonald had a farm, EEIEEI..."

very nice. You like convertibles?

Sofas?

Cars.

Why, you got one?

Um... no, but the roof of
my car is rusting through.

Almost the same thing.

I think the sad decay of it all might
appeal to your artistic sensibility.

Want to check it out,
maybe get some food?

Food, then back here?

Sound all right?

Let me just tell my friend.

Hey, Daria, this is, uh...

Tom.

Hi. Hey

His car's falling apart so we're going
to go for a ride. I'll be right back.

Hey. We're supposed to
talk to Trent, remember?

You talk. I'll be back
for the second set. Later.

Nice meeting you.

Great.

Look, when I'm going foomfoomfoomfoom,

what damn good does it do to have you
going baddadah, baddadah, baddadah, blat?

It's not blat, Max, it's blam.

Hey, Daria. You guys wanted
to talk to me about something?

Um... yeah. But Jane
went out for some food.

That's okay. You're here.

Well, it's about this multimedia
project we have to do for school.

Multimedia?

Yeah. The whole thing's supposed
to be on computer, images and sound.

That sounds pretty cool.

So you want to document the struggle
of an upandcoming band, is that it?

A year on the edge. Okay, we're in.

Um, actually, we were just kind of hoping you
might compose about seconds of music we can use.

Oh. Sure, Daria. That'll be cool.

Like something you save
and play back on a computer.

Yeah, exactly. We need it in two weeks.

That's no problem. All right,
I'm going digital. Excellent.

So, uh... when did Janey
say she was coming back?

Uh, she said she'd be
here for the second set.

Oh. Okay. Cool.

Of course, the second
set's not for another hour.

Yeah. Actually, um... I'm kind of b*at.

I hope you won't be insulted
if I don't hang around.

Hey, the second set's just the stuff
that's not good enough for the first.

I wouldn't stay for it myself
if I weren't in the band.

I've got some time.
You want a ride home?

Um... sure.

So how come Janey went out for
food and you didn't go with her?

She kind of went with this guy.

Oh. From school?

Actually, she just met him.

I don't know why she thought
she could go for a ride with him.

Janey can take care of herself.

I hope so.

You got to relax, Daria.
Things work out, you know?

I guess.

Okay. Thanks for the ride.

Thanks for coming to the gig.

I got to get back before Max
and Nicholas k*ll each other.

Yeah. You don't want to miss that.

You're funny, Daria.

Hey, if you're going to be at the house
tomorrow maybe we can talk about the music.

Um... yeah. Maybe I'll
see you tomorrow, then.

See you.

Yeah?

Oh, gee. Did I wake you?

I guess that means you
haven't been m*rder*d.

Well, that's good.

Do you have any idea what time it is?

It's almost noon.

I guess righteous indignation
isn't really appropriate, then.

Not for you, no.

Where did you disappear to last night?

Where'd I disappear to?

I guess I kind of left you there
while I went out with Tom. Sorry.

Tom?

Hey, I thought I would give you and
Trent some oneonone quality time.

Yeah. You and Tom were thinking of me.

Well, I was back for the
second set like I promised.

I thought we weren't
staying for the second set.

I said I was sorry. Did you
talk to Trent about the project?

Yes, I talked to Trent about
the project. He said he'd do it.

He said if I was coming over
today we could all discuss it.

So what are you waiting for?

Get your butt over here A.S.A.P.

All right.

Only don't rush. He won't
be up for another two hours.

What's with you?

After you called I got up, got
dressed, and then fell back asleep.

You did call, right?

'Cause I don't think I could have
dreamed a conversation that nasty.

Is Trent up yet?

I heard something stirring in his room.

I'm hoping it wasn't
a family of raccoons.

You want some breakfast?

Thanks, but I don't really like
to eat breakfast after lunch.

It spoils my dinner. So you want
to work on this multimedia thing?

I don't know, Daria, I'm
really b*at. Hey! How you doing?

What do you mean? I'm fine.

Hi.

Hi, Daria.

I just stopped by to make sure you didn't
get sick from those two jumbo burgers.

Are you kidding? I could eat five of
those babies and never feel a thing.

Um... excuse me. Come on in.

No, you've got company.

Oh, come on.

Hey, Daria.

Hey, Trent.

Trent, this is Tom.

You guys were excellent last night.

Thanks.

Trent, I came over to
discuss that project.

Oh. Well, um... why don't we
go talk in the kitchen, Daria?

Don't you want Jane
in on the conversation?

You go ahead. I'm not quite up
yet. I'll walk Tom to his car.

But... Yeah, come on, Daria. It's cool.

She'll walk Tom to his car.

We can talk in here
while I make some coffee.

You and Jane aren't really
morning people, are you?

Hey, the night holds the key.

The key to what?

I don't know, Daria. It's early.

So you want to talk about
that multimedia project?

Yeah, but shouldn't
Janey be here for that?

That's what I asked you.

Oh. Well, I guess I figured I'd give her
and what'shisname a couple of minutes.

Tom.

Yeah. Tom.

Do you think it's weird that they just met last
night and he's already inviting himself over?

I guess he likes her.

It's just so fast.

Hey, sometimes you got to
take things as they come.

Relax and see what happens.

But you can't be that
way about everything.

Exactly. Like, I'm relaxed about
a lot of stuff, but not my career.

I take that very seriously.

Yo. Hey, Max.

What? Oh, damn. Okay,
I'll be right over.

Um... Daria, I kind of forgot about
this really important audition.

I got to run.

Hey. Help yourself to the hot water.

So, I think I finally have some sketches
I like for this multimedia thing.

Meaning I should be finished
tomorrow and we can scan them in.

That sounds good.

And Trent bought a MIDI
keyboard and a composing program

and he's been up, like, every
night screwing around with it.

Has he played you any of
the music he's written?

Who said anything about writing music?

He sampled the toilet flushing and created
an allplumbing version of "O, Susanna."

How's the script coming?

The script's been finished since Monday.

Really? I'm impressed.

Yes. Well, I had a lot
of free time last weekend.

Um, yeah. Sorry we
couldn't get together.

No big deal. How's Tom?

You really don't like him, do you?

It's not him I don't like.

It's you going gaga over
this guy you just met.

I'm not gaga, I've gone
out with him a few times.

He's a pleasant young
fellow. What's the problem?

No problem.

Anyway, he's seeing his friends tonight,
so you and I will definitely get together.

Thanks for fitting me in.

I do what I can.

Hey, Janey, come listen to this.

So what do you want to
do after pizza? A movie?

Good idea. Then when we come
back here for more pizza,

there'll be a new crowd who didn't
see the two pies we've already eaten.

Thus preserving our reputation
for having birdlike appetites.

What are you doing here?

Those really good friends of
mine, they totally blew me off.

I figured you guys might be here.

Well, pull up a bench.
We'll order another pie.

No, I'll just get a slice. I'm
only going to stay a minute.

Want to borrow my stopwatch?

Hey, Daria, if you want
me to leave, just say so.

Okay, bye, now.

Hey, come on, Daria.

I thought we were going to see a movie.

What movie?

It's called "The Big Chick Movie That Appeals
Only to Girls and Makes Men and Boys Vomit."

Hey, Daria, did I say I wanted
to go to the movie with you?

No, but you never mentioned wanting
to horn in on our pizza time, either.

Daria, you're so darn
pleasant and friendly,

I don't see how anyone could
resist an evening with you.

But just on a crazy whim, I think
I'll go home and watch TV by myself.

Hey, come on... Tom!

Are you trying to get into the
obnoxious hall of fame or something?

Go ahead, go after him. Go for a ride.

Daria, have you lost your mind?

You'd go after him if I
weren't here, wouldn't you?

I don't know.

Well, let me give you the
opportunity to find out.

What the hell did I do?

Well, look who it is... sunshine girl.

I just came over to see how
Trent's doing with that music.

Why didn't you just call?

I felt like taking a walk. The
assignment's due tomorrow, you know.

I know. I'm ready. Hey, can
I get some eye contact here?

Look, my language arts
grade is not in question.

You must be very proud.

I mean, if we do badly, you're
the one taking the class again,

so you should be more concerned
with how Trent's doing.

I'm concerned, I'm concerned. Fine.

Good. Good, then.

And I suppose we'll just pretend
last night never happened.

Why? You want to tell me
how your date was with Tom?

There was no date with
Tom. There was nothing.

He left, you left, I
left. Big Saturday night.

And I suppose you think that's my fault?

The notion had crossed my mind.

Hey... hey, Daria.

Trent, that project is due tomorrow.

When is that stupid music
going to be finished?

Whoa, how do you know it's stupid?

We don't because we
haven't heard anything yet.

Well, I'm still conceptualizing.

Conceptualizing, my ass.
lousy seconds of music, Trent.

Can't you for once in your life finish
something within a month of starting it?

What's the matter with you?

She's going to fail language arts,
that's what. And it will be your fault.

You guys are acting really weird.

Where are you going?

Anywhere else.

Deadbeat. Screwup.

Um... okay, I guess I'll go home
now. You keep on him about that music.

Will do. He's not going to
mess things up for us anymore.

Hey, wait... weren't we
fighting about something?

Okay... and here's little
Jane all alone once again.

Hey, Daria.

Wow, I can see why Jane
wanted to ride in this car.

You know Jane, she's a thrill seeker.

A gas t*nk that can blow at
any minute, she couldn't resist.

That was a joke.

Hmm... good one.

You need a lift somewhere?

What are you? Some kind of compulsive
ride giver? I'm walking, thanks.

I'll walk with you a ways.

What are you doing?

Look, I'd like to talk to you, okay?

So, talk.

Listen, you don't like
me and that's fine.

There's no reason you should.

I agree.

But it would be really nice if you
could try and get along with me a little.

At least in front of Jane.

Why should I?

Because she's your best friend, and I
really like her and want to get to know her.

So?

So you hating me puts her
in a very awkward position.

I don't hate you. I don't even know you.

But I'm not going to sit by
while you take my friend away.

I'm not taking your friend away.

All she talks about
is "Daria said this,"

"Daria did this," "listen to
what Daria told this moron."

Don't bother with the
flattery, Tom... I'm immune.

I'm not flattering you, Daria. I
don't care if you don't like me.

I'm just saying you'd
have to be pretty stupid

to think anything or anybody is going
to shake your friendship with Jane.

Yeah, pretty stupid.

Look, I may conceivably have been
acting like a jerk toward you...

It's possible; don't worry about it.

But you and I are not friends.

Definitely not.

And even if we were friends, I
still wouldn't ride in that car.

That's just plain common sense.

So how's the multimedia project coming?

It'd be fine if Trent ever got
around to writing the music.

Yeah, he's a really cool guy,

but I guess he's not the most
dependable person in the world.

I really hope he makes it as a musician

'cause I can't think of any
other job he could hold down.

I don't know, you know those farmers
that get paid not to grow anything?

What are you doing here?

I brought our multimedia report over.

Uhhuh, and how many
media are on this report?

Um... two: words and pictures.

Trent failed to deliver the music.

Unfortunately, I'm not surprised.

What did he tell you about it?

Nothing; he never came home last night.

I'm sorry I even
suggested involving him.

Forget it, you thought
it was a good idea.

You're not mad?

I have no reason to be mad at you.

Does this mean we can be in
the same room for a while?

Don't push it.

Go, team players! Go, school spirit!

If you have a goal to reach school
sports will help you achieve it and stuff.

Go, team!

Well, ah... thank you,
Kevin and Brittany,

for that clever presentation
on the benefits of team sports.

You're welcome. I was the Q.B.

Yes. And now, Daria and Jane present

"The Emotional Trauma Cycle
of a High School Student."

The emotional trauma cycle
of a high school student.

Phase one: disbelief.

Well, that was weird. Thank God we
never have to go back to that freak show.

Um... we are required by law to
show up for the next four years.

What?

Phase two: denial.

No way.

Way.

Phase three: bargaining.

Mom, if you don't make
me go back to that place

I'll clean the garage every
month for the rest of my life.

We have a garage?

Phase four: anger.

What are you doing with that microphone?

Why are you hounding me? Stop!

Phase five: acceptance.

I've been accepted to
college. I'm out of here.

Thank you very much.

Well... Very entertaining and,
uh, clever use of multimedia.

Now, here's a work
by Charles Ruttheimer.

Could a family of ghosts be
living in your house rentfree?

Meeting! Golf!

Date! Sarcasm!

Freeloading familial phantoms,
next on Sick, Sad World.

Hey, Daria.

Trent.

I hope you don't mind me coming
by. I want to talk to you.

Take a number.

Um, thanks.

No problem. I feel bad
about letting you guys down.

I wanted to explain what happened.

Oh. Well, sure.

I just couldn't get the music together.

Yeah...?

That's it.

Why didn't you tell us
you were having a problem?

We could have made a backup plan.

I figured I'd get inspired
eventually. I still think I will.

Trent, it was a school
assignment. We had a deadline.

I don't believe in deadlines,
Daria. They stifle creativity.

Yeah, but agreeing to help us meant
you were committing to our deadline.

Maybe we just have different
ideas about what a commitment is.

I suppose we do.

I guess it wasn't such a great idea
for us to get together... on this.

No, I guess there was no
way it could have worked out.

It's too bad, Daria.

I always kind of felt you
understood the way I think.

I do, Trent. I do.

Trent, I don't care if she forgives you.

I'm never speaking to you again.

You just did.

Damn! So did he give you a plausible
reason for screwing up our project?

From his point of view.

That's better than nothing... I think.

Tough day on the farm, eh, Daria?

I don't get it.

Private joke.

Oh, no... no private jokes
allowed. Come on, buy me a slice.

They don't look so bad together.
I told you he's an okay guy.

I suppose.

Listen, I got to get
to rehearsal. I'm late.

How do you know? You don't wear a watch.

I'm always late. That's
why I don't wear a watch.

They depress me.

You know, Trent, somehow
that makes perfect sense.

Sorry again about,
you know... everything.

That's okay.

All right then, Daria. See you around.

See ya.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Pizza?

You're buying.