Arlene: Eminem's on the phone; he wants an answer now. Jenna: Umm... plain. [Arlene looks at her strangely] Jenna: Peanut? Pla
Jenna: I saw his thingy! Lucy: [sarcastically] Oh, God, not his thingy
Jenna: 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 in
Lucy: Okay, Jenna, repeat after me: I am Jenna Rink, big time magazine editor. Jenna: I am? Lucy: Say it. Jenna: I am Jenna Rink big time magazine editor. Lucy: I'm a tough bitch. [Jenna looks away, embarrassed to say it] Lucy: Say it! Jenna: I am a tough [whispers] Jenna: bitch. Lucy: I'm gonna w
Jenna: [in the elevator] I'm Jenna, by the way. Becky: [disdainfully] Yeah, I know. I'm Becky. Jenna: How old are you, anyway? Becky: 13. Jenna: Me too! Becky: [gives Jenna a strange look] Jenna: Used to be, a
Jenna: Hey! You got arm hair! Matt: Never got quite that reaction before
Jenna: [panicking] I want a fluffy pillow!
Lucy: [regarding security breaches at the company] Jenna fired Charlotte yesterday. Richard: Did you? Good. I guarantee she had friends at Sparkle. She was always taking notes. Lucy: She was a secretary. Richard: Yeah, whatev
Jenna: [to Trish Sackett] You know what? You are rude, and mean, and sloppy, and frizzy! And I don't like you at all!
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 littl
Jenna: Thirty, flirty and thriving.
Becky: I like your dress. Jenna: That's because I have these incredible boobs to fill it out
Jenna: I love you, Matt. You're my best friend. Matt: ...Jenna, I've always loved you
Jenna: 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
Jenna: Matty. Matt: Yeah? Jenna: Arrivederci. Matt: I'll see you. Jenna: Matt! Matt: Yeah? [she gives him a look] Matt: Au
Jenna: Matty! It's Thriller!
Jenna: You are rude, and mean, and sloppy, and frizzy - and I don't like you at all.
Richard: Who's your daddy? Jenna: Wayne Rink
Jenna: You want to know a secret? Matt: Yeah. Jenna: You're the sweetest guy I've ever me
Jenna: What happened? Matt: 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: Seven Minutes in Heave
Young Tom-Tom: Majority rules, Beaver. Young Matt: Narrow, man. Narrow, hopeless people. Young Tom-Tom: Freak. Young Matt: Rob
Jenna: I'll have a Pina Colada, not virgin. Wanna see my ID? Totally have it!
Jenna: [hearing her cell phone ring] Can you hear that, sir? Can you hear the music?
Richard: Jenna, my balls - Excuse my French - are in an iron vice. Corporates are twisting and squeezing like a bunch of dominatrixes on steroids, and now Lucy is presenting her own re-design without you. Could you tell me what is going on? Jenna: What is going on is that you are going to have mor
Lucy: OK, you can wipe the doe-eyed-Bambi-watching-her-mother-get-shot-and-strapped-to-the-back-of-a-van look from your face.
Pete Hansen: What's wrong, Pookie? Jenna: Pookie? Uh... *Pukie!* You're married
Jenna: Becky, can I ask you something? Becky: Yeah, sure. Jenna: Can you tell I'm wearing underwear, cos I totally am. Becky: I think that's kinda the poi
[Dragging Matt to the dance floor] Jenna: Oh for the love of Pete! You taught it to me
Matt: It doesn't matter what Lucy said. I stopped trusting her after she stole my poprocks in the third grade.
[last lines] [spoiler] Jenna: A Razzle, Mr. Flamhaff? Matt: Thank you, Mrs. Flamha