13 Going on 30

Lucy:
Okay, you can wipe the doe-eyed, Bambi-watching-her-mother-get-shot-and-strapped-to-the-back-of-the-van look from your face.

Matt:
You don't always get the dream house, but you get awfully close, you know?

Matt:
It doesn't matter what Lucy said. I stopped trusting her after she stole my PopRocks in the third grade.

[Repeated lines]

Matt:
Arrivederci.

Jenna:
Au revoir.

Mom:
Just because you don't look like those girls in Poise magazine doesn't mean you're not beautiful in your own way.

Jenna:
I don't wanna be beautiful in my own way. I wanna look like these people!

Mom:
Oh, those aren't people, honey. Those are models.

Lucy:
Can you get in the car?

Jenna:
I can't get in the car, I don't get in the car with strangers.

Lucy:
Please get in the car, we're gonna be late.

Jenna:
I can't get in the car, I don't know you.

Lucy:
Just get in the car.

Jenna:
I don't get in the car with strangers!

Lucy:
You're being a little paranoid.

Becky:
I like your dress.

Jenna:
That's because I have these incredible b*obs to fill it out!

Jenna:
I love you, Matt. You're my best friend.

Matt:
Jenna... I've always loved you.

For some, 13 feels like it was just yesterday. For Jenna, it was.

A comedy for the kid in all of us.

[Jenna has invited the most popular girls in school to her 13th birthday party]

Young Matt:
I can't believe you invited those clones.

Young Jenna Rink:
They're my friends.

Young Matt:
The Six Chicks are not your friends, okay?

Young Jenna Rink:
Almost. And someday I'm gonna BE a Sixth Chick.

Young Matt:
There are six of them, Jenna, that's the whole point. There can't be a seventh Sixth Chick. It's just mathematically impossible. Besides you're way cooler than they are, they're totally unoriginal.

Young Jenna Rink:
I don't want to be original, Matty, I want to be cool.

Lucy:
Richard, we are hiring new printers, we're installing passwords. We're building firewalls on all the computers. Jenna fired Charlotte yesterday.

Richard:
Did you? Good, I guarantee she has friends at Sparkle. She was always taking notes.

Lucy:
She was a secretary.

Richard:
Yeah, whatever.

Lucy:
Speaking of disasters, what is she doing here?

Jenna:
Who?

Lucy:
Sparkle's editor in chief, Trish Sackett. Twelve o'clock and headed our way.

Trish:
Hi, girls. Our J. Lo issue is selling like hotcakes. How's yours doing?

Lucy:
My God, Trish, are things so bad you had to come to our party to eat free food? Please, put some crab in your purse for later.

Trish:
You might want to keep some of that biting wit for your magazine. Or you could change the name to something more appropriate...like Poison or Pitiful. Whatever's more pathetic.

Jenna:
You know what? You are rude and mean and sloppy and frizzy. I don't like you at all.

Arlene:
I have your urgent messages.

Jenna:
Let's hear them.

Arlene:
Well, okay. Emily Pratt called and wanted me to tell you, "I can't believe you scooped my story on Vivienne Tam, you backbiting b*tch. That was a new level of sleaze, even for you. I hope you die in one of her casual pantsuits."

Jenna:
Oh, my God, that was so mean.

Arlene:
Miss Lewis called. She said, "I hope you choke on your own bile, you pretentious, conniving snake."

Jenna:
Maybe I should read them myself.

Beverly Rink:
Well, Jenna, I know I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret making any of them.

Jenna:
How come?

Beverly Rink:
Because if I hadn't have made them, I wouldn't have learned how to make things right.

[Jenna returns to 1987, and has a second chance as Crazy for You by Madonna plays in the background.]

Young Lucy:
[to Matt; snobbishly] Jenna's waiting for you in the closet.

[Young Lucy goes upstairs; Young Matt goes to closet, and opens door]

Young Jenna:
[happily] Matty! [pounces on Young Matt and passionately kisses him.]

Young Matt:
[impressed] Wow. You really know what you're doing.

Young Jenna:
Come on.

Young Lucy:
[takes scarf; snobbishly] Sorry, I forgot my scarf.

Young Jenna:
[angrily snatches Lucy's homework, and rips it up] You know what? You can be the pot and kettle all by yourself from now on, [splashes Young Lucy's drink on her dress] biatch. [to Matt] Come on, Matt.

Young Lucy:
[to Young Jenna; incensed] What did you call me?!

Young Jenna:
We're gonna be late.

Young Matt:
For what?

Young Jenna:
You'll see.

[last lines]

Jenna:
A Razzle, Mr. Flamhaff?

Matt:
Thank you, Mrs. Flamhaff.