Noelle: What are you doing here?
Daphne: O I'm just cleaning the chicken cacciatore.

Noelle: What's up next for you?
Daphne: The dessert. It's a selection of sorbes.
Noelle: No, I mean where are you going to college?
Daphne: Oh, that would be the University of the Undecided.
Noelle: Is that in Ohio?
Daphne: Yeah. Undecided Ohio.

Daphne: *about having a father/daughter dance* I just can't help think I'm not going to get to do that.

Libby: I love you a million swedish fish.
Daphne: I love you a million M&M's.

Clarissa: Did you see that?
Glynnis: What?
Clarissa: An impossibly large bird falling off that wall.
Glynnis: Are you hillucinating?

Daphne: According to this, I'm your daughter too.

Glynnis: Put a cork in it, Clarissa.
Clarissa: Maybe somebody should have put a cork in it 17-years ago.

Lady Dashwood: No hugs dear. I'm British. We only show affection to dogs and horses.

Daphne: Launch her? You maker her sound like she's a ship.

Daphne: My evil stepsister. You've seen Cinderella, right? Let me clue you in, I win.

Henry: You like cocoa puffs?
Daphne: Dude, it's chocolate. Need I say more?

Lady Dashwood: Believe me dear. There will be plenty of people rooting for you to fail. That's what makes it so fun.
Daphne: Bring it on.

Ian: Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you're born to stand out?

Libby: Strange how easy it comes, isn't it?
Henry: What?
Libby: Worrying.