This looks well balanced.
Eww. This is like that movie, Angela's Ashtray.
Jake. Did you forget to buy lasagna?
We are through paying through the nose for second-rate frozen food.
That's a relief, the coins were making my nostrils bleed.
Thanks to Basement Bob's Bulk-Rate Steak and Sausage dot com, tonight, we
luxuriate in the majesty of near-wholesale prime rib.
What? If the Fashion Club finds out I'm eating bulk-rate.
Or eating at all.
Dammit! We've got four mouths to feed. Food costs money.
I knew it.
But Daria will be away at college soon, and then there will only be three mouths
to feed.
Yes. I'm sure the sudden windfall will more than make up for tuition, room and board.
Tuition? Oh, God.
Daria, I know. Why don't you get one of those scholarship thingies?
Why Quinn. That's an excellent idea.
Yeah. If only they didn't give them to people with well-rounded, balanced
interests. You know, somebody else.
That must be the prime rib!
I'd just assumed it would be dead. And here it is, ringing the doorbell.
You know, Daria. There are scholarships exclusively for academic achievement.
Winning one of those could make up for your lack of extracurriculars come
college admissions time. It wouldn't hurt to look into it. Right?
All right! Feast your eyes on this! Huh?
Eww. They look like hot dogs.
Many hot dogs.
Hey! That's not what I ordered.
Jake.
Hey! Meat guy! Come back here!
Criminals, beware. This detective won't talk, but you will! Mime and punishment,
next on Sick, Sad World.
I don't like where this is going.
I haven't said anything yet.
So there's still time to flee?
Look, Daria. The more I think about applying for an academic scholarship, the
more I like it. There's almost nothing on your high school record to show you're
motivated and involved.
Could that be, because I'm not?
Daria. Are you telling me you don't plan on going to college?
Of course I do.
Okay? Not for me, not for your father, for you.
All right.
Damn. These scholarship foundations all want you to be an expert in something:
concert violinist, nationally-ranked gymnast, published author.
God, Daria. What have been doing all this time? Acting like a teen-ager?
Hey, here's one for you. Have you ever had anything shown in a museum?
Regional's okay.
Yeah, like I'm going to fill out a five-pound application and kiss the butts of
some review board just for a few thousand bucks to go to a school I'll probably
hate anyway. Um... not that you shouldn't do it.
Hmm. Here's something. The Wizard Foundation will award a ten-thousand dollar
prize who best embodies the Wizard pursuit of excellence. You've got to admire
their vagueness.
The pursuit of excellence. So, you don't actually have to catch it?
Great. There's an essay: How would you change the world if you could? I knew I
should have taped the Miss America Pageant.
Well, if you need any illustrations for your essay, I'm pretty good at painting
mushroom clouds.
Hey, Daria. I know I'm crazy to ask, but one of the paper's editors quit. Could
you use another extracurricular activity for your transcript?
Technically, no. Since another implies I have any to begin with.
What are you gonna do about your college applications?
Gee, how refreshing. A lecture from a fellow student just like the ones I get from my
mother. Thanks to her, I spent the whole night on the web, looking into scholarships.
Really? Find anything?
The closest I came was the Wizard Foundation Prize.
The software company?
Just to apply, they make you fill out a form, and write an essay.
Um, Daria. That's pretty much par for the course.
Darn. I guess there's no such thing as a free ten thousand dollars.
Hmm. Well, good luck.
If I actually follow through. But, I'm hoping to come to my senses before that happens.
In sum, my world would be made fairer to the simple step of eliminating all
money. Politicians could serve the people they represent, instead of the ones
paying for their attack ads. CEO's could stop fouling the planet and cheating
their workers just to keep their stock prices pumped. And, of course, promising
young students such as myself, could actually study, instead of spending their
time groveling in scholarship essays.
Wow. You're really going to send that in?
Why wouldn't I?
The whole point of these scholarships is to show how marvelously well-adjusted
you are. You're coming all observant and honest. You know, anti-social.
Look, this is how I write. I wouldn't want to get the prize based on some phony
essay and phony personality.
What are you looking for?
The umbilical cord. Since you were obviously born yesterday.
Daria, did I hear you reading your scholarship essay?
Judging by how calm you are, I'd say no, you didn't.
Daria.
You girls ready for some more hot dog slices?
Um, thanks Mr. Morgendorffer, but I think I'm exactly as woozy as I want to be.
Hey, honey! How does hot dog jalapeno hotties sound for tonight?
Kind of like the sound of four people racing to beat each other to the bathroom.
Jake! Send those hot dogs back!
I can't. I broke the seal.
But they made the mistake!
Well, uh, if you want to get technical about it, I made the mistake. I kind-of
typed in the wrong product number. Damn fuzzy computer screen!
Yes, you can eat over.
Is this what you in the legal profession refer to as discovery?
Um, this is for you. It's from the Wizard Foundation. I didn't realize you'd
already sent in the application.
You weren't meant to. Oh, great. Now I have to be interviewed by these people.
Oh, Daria! You got an interview?
Yeah, me and ninety-nine other finalists. Talk about feeling special.
But, you should feel special. You're a finalist! You're on your way. Besides,
even making it this far will impress a college admissions board. It means the
Wizard Foundation's recognized what a unique individual you are.
Huh. Why does this say occupant?
Hey, Daria. What's up?
Actually, you know that Wizard scholarship I told you about? I made the finals.
That's great. So did I.
You applied?
Yeah. Thanks for letting me know about it.
Letting you now about it?
Colleagues, confreres, amigos de scholasticos.
Gee, trilingual obnoxiousness.
I see from this list I downloaded that we've all been deemed worthy of the
title, Wizard Foundation Finalist, and I for one, am basking in the glow of you
two lovely ladies. Not to mention, my own luminescence. Rrroww.
How many people did you tell about this scholarship?
Are you kidding? The fewer people who know about this, the better. I mean,
You know, I'm kind of surprised you applied, what with the way you were talking.
Hmm. Surprise, surprise.
Yeah. Well, No hard feelings, right?
Why would you have any?
But, did you know that finely sliced fried wieners are a fun and proteinaceous
party food?
Daria, what are you doing to prepare for the Wizard interview?
Nothing. With America's studious sweetheart, Jodie Landon in the competition,
I don't stand a chance.
Jodie applied, too?
After she heard about it from me.
Well, it's a dog-eat-dog world, you might as well get used to it.
Gee, I don't think I can get any more used to eating dogs than I am right now.
I mean there's nothing wrong with competition, as long as you rise to the
occasion. Even if you need a little outside help.
Okay, that was shoe number one.
I just happened to hear about a coach who could help you prepare for the interview.
What a mad coincidence.
A couple sessions with Dr. Danada and you're a guaranteed master of special
interviewing techniques and strategies.
Isn't having someone tell you how to act and what to say cheating?
He's just teaching you what you'd eventually have learned from experience anyway.
You mean; that a scholarship supposedly based on merit can be bought?
Feisty... lady!
No, I won't show you my belly button.
Hmm. But, perhaps you can enlighten me on some of the special effects you're
planning for your Wizard interview. Accompanying visuals, charts, graphs,
dancing animals?
Sorry, it's just going to be me, and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
You know, since we are in the competition together.
Actually, we're in it separately.
Technically. But, we can still help one another. Say, by swapping essays to gain
a broader perspective on what they like?
Not interested, thanks. Drive home safe.
Oh, tart-tongued temptress. If you help me, I might afford you an opportunity to
invest in my dot-com company.
You've started a dot-com?
A modest exotic candies venture, not unlike the small business that Wizard's
illustrious CEO, Mark Straum began in his high school days. Care for a wasabi
gummy-fish imported from Tokyo? It's just the kind that Mr. Straum happens to enjoy.
How do you know?
Extensive research into his likes and dislikes, and the order he's already
placed on my site.
So, it looks like you were right. Between Super Jodie and WWW-Upchuck, there's
no way I'm going to win that scholarship without some kind of highly
uncharacteristic butt-kissing.
Oh, I' sure you'll find a characteristic way to do it.
What does that mean?
Nothing. You gonna eat that?
Don't you think I'm in a lousy position?
Sure, sure. I just can't get worked up about it, that's all.
Hey, guys. Mind if I join you?
The more, the merrier. That's your motto, isn't it?
Look, I didn't do anything wrong. That scholarship is open to everyone, and you
said you didn't even think you were going to apply. Can't we just hope that one
of us gets a break?
Gee, which one of us do you hope gets a break?
Let's level the playing field. My dad found a coach who preps people for
interviews, and I wanted you to know about. Here's his card.
Dr. Danada. Of course. I already knew about him, but um... thanks.
Oh, a coach. That sounds fair to everybody else.
Is something bugging you?
Not a bit. I think after school, I'll go home, surf the web, see if there are
any scholarships for underachievers. At least I'll know I'm not competing with
anyone who was coached.
She almost sounds like you.
Does that mean I've been sounding like you?
Hi!
If any of us starts to sound like her, it's time to panic.
Hi, Mr. Morgendorffer. I'm here to see Daria.
Sure thing! But first, care for a caramel pop-up corn dog?
Um... thanks.
You know, I can be onto something here. A pushcart, a nice big umbrella, and hey,
I'm open for business.
Um... I've got to help Daria prepare for her interview, now.
Why, God? Why are those computer screens so damn hard to read?
Hey, thanks for helping me out.
I just hope this little run-through will be enough to do any good. Okay, now I'm
a humorless suit from the Wizard Foundation, and you're some jaded, high school
snot. In other words, you.
How flattering.
All right, Daria. Let's say that we hire you to work at Wizard. Not very likely,
but hey. Now, your first assignment is to fire half your employees. Do you: A,
fire by lottery, B, fire by seniority, or C, just get rid of any women and
minorities who happened to have snuck through the gates.
Okay, thanks Tom. Very helpful.
I'm trying to represent Wizard accurately. So you'll be comfortable with the
face of evil when it stares into your soul.
What are you talking about?
You've heard about their hiring policies, haven't you?
I must have fallen behind in my annual reports again.
So, then you don't know about their measly two women VP's and one
African-American in senior management.
Really? I wonder if Jodie's heard about this?
That's it? No righteous indignation? No protesting of sexism and racism?
This is where you usually leap up and swear you won't be co-opted by these
bottom-feeding weasels.
Yeah, it is.
So why aren't you leaping and swearing?
Um, my foot's asleep.
So basically, they're hiring practices and employee relations aren't that
different from the Ku Klux Klan, if you disregard the dental plan.
Well, You may be overstating things a little, but I get your point. They're not
what you'd call progressive.
Not progressive?
Hey, Daria. Summit meeting of the Wizard finalists?
Dad, Daria found out some kind-of questionable things about Wizard's personnel policies.
No kidding. I guess you didn't see the interview with their CEO in the
Journal. Talk about your redneck billionaires.
You already knew about this?
They haven't promoted a woman or a minority in three years.
So? Who better to win the prize than a brilliant young woman? Especially, if it
turns out to be a brilliant young black woman.
That is a good point.
I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with Wizard, once you found out.
Trying to reduce the competition by getting me to drop out, huh?
No. I thought we'd both drop out.
And who will win the scholarship then?
Huh?
Look Daria, Wizard's policies have been prehistoric, yeah. But someone, somewhere
in the organization, is trying to address that. Or, they wouldn't have created
this prize. Now, do you walk away because the guy at the top is an idiot, or do
you join the people trying to change the way he does business?
How do I know they're not just trying to make him look good, without changing
anything at all?
They won't change anything at all, if kids like you two don't push your way onto
their radar and show them the error of their ways. If you don't go up to the
gate and ring the big bell, they've kept you out without having to do a thing.
Ring the big bell, Daria! Ring the big bell!
Big bell?
Okay, so my dad thinks he's Martin Luther King, Jr. Or Quasimodo, I'm not quite
sure. Listen, I've gotta go, or I'll be late for my coaching session. Did you
sign up with Dr. Danada yet?
Make no mistake about this, Daria. Knowledge is power. The key to scoring big on
any interview is knowing what they want, and then delivering that product.
I'm must praying that they want bulk-rate hot dogs.
Daria, the product is you. Successful alumni reflect well on colleges and
foundations, so you need to project 'winner' the moment you walk in the door.
Dress for success. Look that interviewer in they eye, and dazzle them with a
million-dollar smile.
Squander my million-dollar smile on a ten thousand dollar prize? That's crazy talk.
Daria, if you don't mind my saying so, you're giving off mixed signals about
wanting this award. You do want the scholarship?
I guess. But not if it takes dishonesty to get it.
Is it dishonest to say you're deserving of the Wizard prize?
See now, that speaks directly to the ambiguities at issue here. The prize is
given by a company with less than stellar ethics. So, which would make me more
deserving of the prize? Acting ethically, or acting unethically?
Let's talk about what you're going to wear.
So basically, Danada was a complete waste of time and money. I'll never learn to
suck-up like Jodie.
You shouldn't, anyway.
You're right.
You've gotta be yourself when you suck-up.
Why do you keep saying that? My whole problem is that I'm not sucking up.
Really? Then, why did you go to the coach in the first place? For that matter,
why apply for a scholarship at all?
What?
It's all part of buying into the system, and buying into the system is another
way of saying sucking up.
Who made you the Chicago Eight? This isn't the way you usually think.
What do you know about how I think? Just because a person doesn't go around
applying for scholarships and using every ten-dollar word they know. It doesn't
mean they're stupid.
Who said you were...
Mr. Brower, allow me to personally welcome you to Lawndale High. We are very
happy to have three finalists for the Wizard Scholarship. We'll talk later about
some of your surveillance software.
Let's begin.
Ms. Landon. What would you say are your strengths as a student and a human being.
That's a good question. My strengths are that I question, and I care. And, I'm
not afraid to go for it with my whole heart and soul.
Mr. Ruttheimer, your strengths?
Aside from my far-flung reputation as a people person, I'd say my strengths
include a daring entrepreneurial bent, coupled with an unquenchable need to
succeed. Nice tie, by the way.
Ms. Morgendorffer?
I would say that my main strength is that I don't babble.
Um... Ms. Landon. What is your greatest weakness?
My believe my greatest weakness is that sometimes I care too much and try too
hard, and as a consequence, I don't always take time to smell the roses.
To tell you the truth, I have a weakness for wasabi gummy-fish. Care for one?
My main weakness is my inability to answer stock questions with stock answers.
Now, for my last question. Why do you deserve the Wizard Scholarship? Ms. Landon.
Mr. Brower, I believe in myself and I hope to achieve a lot in this world.
And then, use everything I've learned to give back to my community, the way
Wizard is doing now with this wonderful scholarship.
Mr. Ruttheimer.
Awesome question. I was thinking about just that when I started my dot-com
company. Because, I'm just the kind of go-getter the Wizard Scholarship was
created for. Thank you!
Ms. Morgendorffer. Why do you deserve the Wizard Scholarship?
Whether or not I deserve anything is irrelevant, assuming you run your
scholarship program the same way you run your company. Since the token women and
minorities you hire rarely move into upper management, and since I won't give
the answers you want to hear, in hopes of somehow bucking the odds, I guess you
can just pass on me, as if I were one of your female employees up for promotion.
Ms. Morgendorffer, you seem to have a bit of an attitude problem. Are you trying
to sabotage yourself?
I'm responding to your questions truthfully. So, I guess the answer is yes.
Too bad. According to my notes, you got high marks for the light-hearted spoof
you wrote for an essay.
Light-hearted spoof?
So none of us is Wizard Scholarship material.
I really thought I had a good shot. Oh, hell. Maybe my answers were too damn pat.
Is it possible I imported the wrong wasabi gummy-fish?
Well, I know why I didn't get it.
Oh, yeah.
No question there.
Definitely.
Hey!
Come on, Daria. You didn't want it.
No, I did want it. It just took me a while to figure out how badly I wanted it.
How badly was that?
Not badly enough to smile and lie for the award, but badly enough to get mad at
you for applying. Sorry.
I'm sorry. I should have told you I was applying. I can't believe I didn't.
I can't believe I went to that coach, after all my high and mighty posturing
about integrity.
What about both of us sucking up to the racist, sexist goons at Wizard?
Yeah. Who would have thought we'd be able to pursue excellence and scumminess,
both at the same time.
Oh! Why couldn't it have been me?
Jodie told me about the big brush-off from Wizard. Sorry, kid.
Why were you so anti-scholarship?
No reason. Except maybe... seeing the big brains compete for a prize based on
their academic achievement. Well deserved, don't get me wrong. Might possibly
have made little Janey feel a bit... I don't know.
Left out?
Look, I'm good at the things I'm good at. Grades isn't one of them. We never
used to think about stuff like this.
I know. What's happened to us?
I don't know. Selling out?
Buying in?
Joining the system?
Being co-opted?
Maybe we're just getting older.
Yeah, I felt a twinge of osteoporosis when I woke up this morning.
So, you willing to admit yet that you're more competitive than you thought?
Come on. If I were really competitive, I'd be in the parking lot right now,
squaring off with the rest of them.
Welcome to Lawndale High's first annual Hot Diggity Dog Eating Contest, courtesy
of Jake Morgendorffer Consulting. First prize is a year's supply of Grade A,
quality bulk rate delicious hot dogs. So, without further ado. Let's begin the
festivities, and may the best porker win!
Written by Neena Beber (Transcript created by Richard Lobinske) www.outpost-daria.com
Synchro by Janez