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.
Jenna: You are rude, and mean, and sloppy, and frizzy - and I don't like you at all.
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: 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.
Jenna: Wait, listen to me. I'm 13.
Lucy: Jenna, if you're gonna start lying about your age, I'd go with 27.
Jenna: You want to know a secret?
Jenna: You're the sweetest guy I've ever met.
Matt: It doesn't matter what Lucy said. I stopped trusting her after she stole my poprocks in the third grade.
Jenna: Matty! It's Thriller.
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 point.
Young Tom-Tom: Majority rules, Beaver.
Young Matt: Narrow, man. Narrow, hopeless people.
Young Tom-Tom: Freak.
Young Matt: Robot.
Jenna: I'll have a Pina Colada, not virgin. Wanna see my ID? Totally have it.
Jenna: Can you tell I'm wearing underwear? 'Cause I totally am.
Young Jenna Rink: I don't want to be beautiful in my own way. I want to look like these people.
Beverly Rink: Oh those aren't people honey, those are models.
Jenna: Thirty, flirty and thriving.
Becky: I like your dress.
Jenna: That's because I have these incredible boobs to fill it out.
Matt: You can't just turn back time.
Jenna: Why not?
Young Jenna Rink: I wanna be thirty.