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.
13 Going on 30 (2004) · 48 quotes
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. I talked to Trish Sackett yesterday. It's okay, Jenna; I know all about your little deal. It's a sweet little deal, actually. Editor-in-chief if you help them hit a million copies? So you would give them tips. Not bad. I just wish I would have thought of it.
Scenes with Lucy
10 scenesCan you get in the car?
I can't get in the car, I don't get in the car with strangers.
Please get in the car, we're gonna be late.
I can't get in the car, I don't know you.
Just get in the car.
I don't get in the car with strangers!
You're being a little paranoid.
Wait, listen to me. I'm 13!
Jenna, if you're gonna start lying about your age, I'd go with 27.
Okay, Jenna, repeat after me: I am Jenna Rink, big time magazine editor.
I am?
Say it.
I am Jenna Rink big time magazine editor.
I'm a tough bitch.
Say it!
I am a tough [whispers] bitch.
I'm gonna walk into this office and not let anyone know I'm hung over.
But that's just it. I'm not hung over-
I'm gonna walk into this office and not let anyone know I'm hung over.
Beaver? You lost all your baby fat! How does the Beaver stay warm in winter?
Lucy? I barely recognized you. Did you get a nose job?
Honey, I know I'm your best friend, but the slip-dress is a little '97... unless it's retro.
Are you really my best friend?
You're pregnant.
Oh, no! Oh, my God, no!
Thank God. You scare me. What did you do last night?
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.
Oh, God. Not his thingy. [to driver] Driver, could you please pull over, since we're here?
Richard, we are hiring new printers, we're installing passwords. We're building firewalls on all the computers. Jenna fired Charlotte yesterday.
Did you? Good, I guarantee she has friends at Sparkle. She was always taking notes.
She was a secretary.
Yeah, whatever.
Speaking of disasters, what is she doing here?
Who?
Sparkle's editor-in-chief, Trish Sackett. Twelve o'clock and headed our way.
Hi, girls. Our J. Lo issue is selling like hotcakes. How's yours doing?
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.
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.
You know what? You are rude and mean and sloppy and frizzy. I don't like you at all.
Well, fortunately, I don't care about being liked. I care about winning.
Lucy, you stole Matt's pictures!
Oh, which one do you want to be today, the pot or the kettle? If you don't mind, I'd like to be the pot...maybe the kettle. I don't know, it doesn't really matter, they're both black.
What are you talking about?
Found this in your office yesterday. Does it look familiar to you? It has your name on it!
You went through my things? [snatches the letter]
Oh, give me a break. [sarcastically] How horrible. How terrible. I can't believe I did it.
What is this? I don't even know what this is.
Okay, you can wipe the doe-eyed-Bambi-watching-her-mother-get-shot-and-strapped-to-the-back-of-a-van look from your face. I talked to Trish Sackett yesterday. It's okay, Jenna; I know all about your little deal. It's a sweet little deal, actually. Editor-in-chief if you help them hit a million copies? So you would give them tips.
Oh my God.
Not bad. I just wish I would have thought of it.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes. Only now, I'm taking your job and you can stay here with the magazine that you single-handedly flushed down the toilet.
What about Matt? Why did he sign this? What did you tell him?
Let's see, I think I might have told him you decided to go in a different direction which you are now. I might have told him something else too but I just can't remember. [smugly leaves while taking her belongings to her new office]
Jenna's waiting for you in the closet.
Matty! [pounces on Young Matt and passionately kisses him]
Wow. You really know what you're doing.
Come on.
Sorry, I forgot my scarf.
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.
What did you call me?
We're gonna be late.
For what?
You'll see.