13 Going on 30 (2004)

Jennifer Garner: Jenna Rink

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• Becky : Why are you talking to me?

  Jenna Rink : Why not? We are neighbors, right?

  Becky : But you usually ignore me.

  Jenna Rink : I like your shoes.

  Becky : Thanks. I like your dress.

  Jenna Rink : That's because I have these incredible boobs to fill it out!

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

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

• Jenna Rink : Who are these women? Does anyone know? I don't recognize any of them. I want to see my best friend's big sister, the girls from the soccer team, my next door neighbor, real women who are smart and pretty and happy to be who they are. These are the women to look up to. Let's put life back into the magazine. And fun and laughter and silliness. I think we all - I think all of us - want to feel something that we've forgotten or turned our backs on because maybe we didn't realize how much we were leaving behind. We need to remember what used to be good. If we don't, we won't recognize it even if it hits us between the eyes.

• Jenna Rink : [in the elevator]  I'm Jenna, by the way.

  Becky : [disdainfully]  Yeah, I know. I'm Becky.

  Jenna Rink : How old are you, anyway?

  Becky : 13.

  Jenna Rink : Me too!

  [Becky gives Jenna a strange look] 

  Jenna Rink : Used to be, anyway.

• Jenna Rink : [panicked and confused]  Wait, listen to me. I'm 13!

  Lucy Wyman : Jenna, if you're gonna start lying about your age, I'd go with 27.

• Jenna Rink : Matty.

  Matt Flamhaff : Yeah?

  Jenna Rink : Arrivederci.

  Matt Flamhaff : I'll see you.

  Jenna Rink : Matt!

  Matt Flamhaff : Yeah?

  [Jenna gives him a grave look] 

  Matt Flamhaff : Au revoir.

• Jenna Rink : You want to know a secret?

  Matt Flamhaff : Yeah.

  Jenna Rink : You're the sweetest guy I've ever known.

• Jenna Rink : I don't know what Lucy said to you about me. But I want you to know that whoever she was talking about wasn't me.

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

• Arlene : I have your urgent messages.

  Jenna Rink : 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 little bitch. That was a new level of sleaze, even for you. I hope you die in one of her casual pantsuits."

  Jenna Rink : 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 Rink : Maybe I should read them.

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

  Jenna Rink : How come?

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

• Jenna Rink : What happened?

  Matt Flamhaff : I don't know. I can pretty much peg it to your 13th birthday party, when you were in the closet playing that game. Spin the Rapist?

  Jenna Rink : [suddenly remembers]  Seven Minutes in Heaven. Everybody ditched. And that is the last thing I remembered.

• Matt Flamhaff : Jenna, what are you... Why are you here?

  Jenna Rink : Matty, I told you - something really weird is happening. Yesterday was my 13th birthday and then, and then today I woke up and I'm this, and you, I mean - you're that! You get it?

  Matt Flamhaff : [long pause]  Are you high? You been smoking pot? Doing X? Fallen into a K-Hole? You doing drugs?

• Jenna Rink : I'll have a Pina Colada, not virgin. Do you wanna see my ID? Totally have it!

• Becky : I like your bag.

  Jenna Rink : Thanks, but you should come by sometime. I got like a zillion of them.

  Becky : [suddenly surprised]  Really?

  Jenna Rink : Yeah, it would be totally cool. Becky, can I ask you something?

  Becky : Yeah, sure.

  Jenna Rink : Can you tell I'm wearing underwear? 'Cause I totally am.

  Becky : I think that's kinda the point!

• Jenna Rink : [suddenly surprised]  Hey! You got arm hair!

  Matt Flamhaff : Never got quite that reaction before.

• Arlene : Eminem's on the phone; he wants an answer now.

  Jenna Rink : [thinking Arlene mentions M&Ms]  Umm... plain.

  [Arlene looks at her strangely] 

  Jenna Rink : Peanut? Plain!

• Matt Flamhaff : You can't just turn back time.

  Jenna Rink : Why not?

  Matt Flamhaff : I moved on. You moved on.

• Lucy Wyman : [at a huge party]  Speaking of disasters, what is she doing here?

  Jenna Rink : Who?

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

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

  Lucy Wyman : [sarcastically]  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 Sackett : You might want to keep some of that biting wit for your magazine. Or you could change the name "Poise" to something more appropriate... like Poison or Pitiful. Whatever's more pathetic.

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

  Trish Sackett : Well, fortunately, I don't care about being liked. I care about winning.

• [Dragging Matt to the dance floor] 

  Jenna Rink : Oh for the love of Pete! You taught it to me!

• Jenna Rink : [standing on the sidewalk]  Oh my gosh, it's the naked man!

  Alex Carlson : [from an open window of a hotel, several stories up]  Hey beautiful!

  Jenna Rink : [flattered]  He thinks I'm beautiful?

  Lucy Wyman : Well, he should. He's your boyfriend.

  Jenna Rink : My boyfriend?

• [last lines] 

  [spoiler] 

  Jenna Rink : A Razzle, Mr. Flamhaff?

  Matt Flamhaff : Thank you, Mrs. Flamhaff.

• Lucy Wyman : Can you get in the car?

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

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

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

  Lucy Wyman : Just get in the car.

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

  Lucy Wyman : You're being a little paranoid.

• Lucy Wyman : Okay, Jenna, repeat after me: I am Jenna Rink, big time magazine editor.

  Jenna Rink : I am?

  Lucy Wyman : Say it.

  Jenna Rink : I am Jenna Rink, big time magazine editor.

  Lucy Wyman : I'm a tough bitch.

  [Jenna looks away, embarrassed to say it] 

  Lucy Wyman : Say it!

  Jenna Rink : I am a tough

  [whispers] 

  Jenna Rink : bitch.

  Lucy Wyman : I'm gonna walk into this office and not let anyone know I'm hung over.

  Jenna Rink : But that's just it. I'm not hung over...

  [Lucy gives her a pointed look] 

  Jenna Rink : [sighs]  I'm gonna walk into this office and not let anyone know I'm hung over.

  Lucy Wyman : [proudly]  Because the future of Poise depends on me.

• Jenna Rink : [panicking]  I want a fluffy pillow!

  Matt Flamhaff : A fluffy pillow, coming right up.

• Jenna Rink : Matt, stop being so nice to me. I don't deserve it. Do you know what kind of person I am now, I mean - do you know who I am right now? I don't have any real friends. I did something bad with a married guy. I don't talk to my mom and dad. I'm not a nice person. And the thing is - I'm not 13 anymore.

• Lucy Wyman : Honey, I know I'm your best friend, but the slip-dress is a little '97... unless it's retro.

  Jenna Rink : [surprised]  Are you really my best friend?

  Lucy Wyman : [wondering why Jenna is acting so strange]  You're pregnant.

  Jenna Rink : [horrified]  Oh, no! Oh, my God, no!

  Lucy Wyman : [relieved]  Thank God. You scared me. What did you do last night?

  Jenna Rink : [nervous]  See, that's just it. Something really strange is happening. I slept in an apartment I've never seen before... and there was a naked man in my shower and I saw his thingy.

  Lucy Wyman : [sarcastically]  Oh, God. Not his *thingy*.

  [to driver] 

  Lucy Wyman : Driver, could you please pull over, since we're here?

• Jenna Rink : [signed on a wall mounted photo of Madonna]  "Jenna girl, Margaritas anytime. Love you, Madonna." I'm friends with Madonna?

• Richard Kneeland : Jenna, my balls - Excuse my French - are in an iron vise. Corporates are twisting and squeezing like a bunch of dominatrixes on steroids, and now Lucy is presenting her own redesign without you. Could you tell me what is going on?

  Jenna Rink : What is going on is that you are going to have more choices.

  Richard Kneeland : With all due respect to Lucy, I'm far more anxious to know what you've been working on.

  Jenna Rink : Thank you.

  Richard Kneeland : I'm not trying to compliment you. I'm trying to pressure you.

  Jenna Rink : How long until your balls get totally squished?

  Richard Kneeland : Hopefully never, I'm rather attached to my balls.

  Jenna Rink : Can they hang in there till five?

• Jenna Rink : [to the 13-year-old girls at her sleepover]  What is that attitude? We are young. Heartache to heartache, we stand. Love is a battlefield.

• Pete Hansen : [suddenly grabs her, and starts kissing her]  What's wrong, Pookie?

  Jenna Rink : [disgusted]  Pookie? Uh... Pukie! You're married, and to a girl I work with!

  Pete Hansen : Well, that didn't stop us from rattling some desk drawers last week.

• Jenna Rink : [hearing her cell phone ring]  Can you hear that, sir? Can you hear the music?

• Jenna Rink : [on the sidewalk, ringing the buzzer for an upstairs apartment]  Hello! Yeah. Hi, this is Jenna and I'm looking for Matt. I don't know if you're him, but if you lived on Spruce Street and if your favorite shirt is a gray velour one, I need to speak to you right now.

  Matt Flamhaff : [talking over speaker-system, poor reception]  Hello? Hello? You know what? I got none of that. But if you're here from Ming Gardens food delivery, ring twice. If not, I really don't want it.

  [Jenna walks upstairs and knocks on the door to apt. 2-B; Matt opens the door and sees Jenna] 

  Matt Flamhaff : You're not Chinese.