13 Going on 30

"I wanna be thirty."

"You're not Chinese."

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 Heaven."

"Can you hear that, sir? Can you hear the music?"

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."

Lucy: "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, whatever."

"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."

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 more choices."
Richard: "With all due respect to Lucy, I'm far more anxious to know what you've been working on."
Jenna: "Thank you."
Richard: "I'm not trying to compliment you. I'm trying to pressure you."
Jenna: "How long until your balls get totally squished?"
Richard: "Hopefully never, I'm rather attached to my balls."
Jenna: "Can they hang in there til five?"