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Young Jenna: I wanna be thirty. Thirty and flirty and thriving.
Becky: Why are you talking to me?
Jenna: Why not? We are neighbors, right?
Becky: But you usually ignore me.
Jenna: I like your shoes.
Becky: Thanks. I like your dress.
Jenna: That’s because I have these incredible boobs to fill it out!
Beverly: Just because you don’t look like those girls in Poise magazine doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful in your own way.
Young Jenna: I don’t want to be beautiful in my own way. I want to look like these people.
Beverly: Oh, those aren’t people, honey. Those are models.
Young Jenna: Look at this. “Thirty and flirty and thriving. Why the thirties are the best years of your life.” I wanna be thirty.
Beverly: [chuckles] Well, you will be, honey. But right now, you’re my beautiful 13-year-old.
Jenna: I love you, Matt. You’re my best friend.
Matt: Jenna… I’ve always loved you.
Jenna: 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: It doesn’t matter what Lucy said. I stopped trusting her after she stole my Pop Rocks in the third grade.
Jenna: You want to know a secret?
Matt: Yeah.
Jenna: You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known.
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: [suddenly remembers] Seven Minutes in Heaven. Everybody ditched. And that is the last thing I remembered.
Matt: I have realized these past few days that… you can’t just turn back time.
Jenna: Why not?
Matt: I moved on. You moved on. We’ve gone down different paths for so long. We made choices. I chose Wendy. We care about each other, you know.
Young Matt: You know, I can’t believe you invited those clones.
Young Jenna: They’re my friends.
Young Matt: The Six Chicks are not your friends, okay?
Young Jenna: Well, almost. And someday, I’m gonna BE a Sixth Chick.
Young Matt: There are six of them, Jenna, that’s the whole point. There can’t be a seventh Sixth Chick. It’s just mathematically impossible. Besides you’re way cooler than they are, they’re totally unoriginal.
Young Jenna: I don’t want to be original, Matty, I want to be cool.
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 anymore.