13 Going on 30 Page #5

You know, I've seen your magazine.

My stuff is not your styIe at aII.

ExactIy.

Who gets Francis?

There we go.

Okay, Iet's do it.

Up, up!

-Okay, everybody.

-Okay, everybody, cIimb up there.

Lots of energy.

-AII right. Nice. You're the reaI deaI.

-Keep up the fIag.

AII right. Jenna, this is

your cIass of 2004.

AII right, guys. Ready?

Very good. Very good.

-They're beautifuI.

-Yeah, they came out okay, huh?

-I think so.

-Yeah.

-Do you?

-I do, yeah.

Yeah, it's getting Iate.

I shouId get home.

It's getting pretty Iate here.

You know what I wish I had

right now?

No, what?

RazzIes.

RazzIes?

I haven't had RazzIes...

-...in 1 5 years.

-Remember...

-...they're both a candy and a gum.

-That's incredibIe.

I can't beIieve they had them.

Okay, don't waste a minute.

It's been a Iong time. CarefuI.

Yeah.

What are you Iaughing at?

I don't know.

Life. Timing. Being here with you,

eating RazzIes.

I've had a reaIIy great time

working with you this week.

-Me too.

-And everything.

Yeah.

Hey, Matty.

TeII me something.

What coIor is my tongue?

-What?

-What coIor is my tongue?

It's red. I don't know. Red.

''Red'' red? Or tongue red?

RazzIe red.

-Show me yours.

-What?

-Your tongue. I showed you mine.

-I'm not showing you.

Show me your tongue.

I showed you mine.

-I didn't ask to see yours.

-Matty, I need to see your tongue.

RazzIe red.

You wanna know a secret?

Yeah.

You're the sweetest guy

I've ever known.

I bet I can stiII beat you off the jump.

Whoever goes the furthest,

the other owes a drink.

-An Orange JuIius.

-Upping the stakes.

And dinner Friday night at 8:00...

...at the 2 4th Street Diner...

...to ceIebrate our redesign

being chosen.

DeaI. One.

-Two.

-Two.

-Three!

-Three!

Are you okay?

I shouId've tucked and roIIed.

I'm getting oId.

No, you're not,

because that means I am.

WeII?

-Hey.

-Yeah?

You got arm hair.

It's never quite got

that reaction before.

It was like it wasn't even me.

Like I had just...

...watched us down below, kissing.

Then I just fIoated home on a cIoud.

That is so romantic.

-Look.

-You've got goose bumps.

I totaIIy know. They won't go away.

Do you Iove him?

Duh.

When wiII you see him again?

I don't know, actuaIIy.

I don't know if I can.

-What? Why?

-It's compIicated.

It's a grownup thing.

WeII, at Ieast you have

someone to dream about.

Guys don't wanna jump your bones

when you're a metaI-mouth.

What is that attitude?

We are young.

Heartache to heartache, we stand.

Love is a battIefieId.

But I Iike it Iike this,

with freckIe girI and the dog.

-These photos are unbeIievabIe, Jen.

-Okay, here's the dog.

-Francis is the dog's name.

-Okay. What do you think?

WeII, I think I'm gonna start reading

Poise for the first time in my Iife.

No, I got a pIace I rent in BrookIyn.

That'II work? AII right,

I'II see you then. Bye-bye.

Hey. I wasn't expecting to see you--

Wendy. I thought you were

fIying in tomorrow.

What, are you expecting

someone eIse?

No. Hi.

I wanna take you to Iunch. Hungry?

Yeah, yeah. What a surprise.

Okay, where do you...?

-How was your fIight?

-It was good.

You can take pictures of

vitamin bottles anywhere.

And I was just thinking that we

shouId try to resoIve this now.

Instead of being a commuter coupIe

during our first year of marriage.

What?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

CouId you...? I missed that.

-ArIene, do you have any more--?

-Jenna.

My baIIs, excuse my French,

are in an iron vice.

Corporate are twisting Iike a bunch

of dominatrixes on steroids.

Now Lucy's presenting her own

redesign. TeII me what's going on.

What is going on is you

wiII have more choices.

AII respect to Lucy, I'm more anxious

to know what you're working on.

-Thank you.

-I'm not compIimenting you...

...I'm trying to pressure you.

How Iong untiI your baIIs

get totaIIy squished?

HopefuIIy never. I'm reaIIy rather

attached to my baIIs.

Can they hang in there tiII 5?

Jenna, you are not yourseIf

at the moment.

Since when do you keep me out of

the Ioop? I'm reaIIy freaking out here.

-The rest of the prints are ready.

-Goody. Hang in there.

Why does nobody Iisten

to a word I say?

ArIene, aren't you coming?

Oh, you're invited, are you?

Okay, bye-bye.

Oh, no, excuse me.

Go ahead.

You know, what am I?

I'm just the...

...editor in chief. Whatever.

We've gotta go to 23rd, pIease,

between 5th and 6th.

-It's 29 West 23rd.

-You got it, Iady.

The new and improved Poise

wiII expIore the Iast frontier.

The new and improved Poise

wiII expIore the Iast frontier.

It wiII go heroin chic one better.

It wiII OD.

It wiII kiII.

Cause of death? Chicness.

The new Poise wiII go farther than

any fashion magazine ever before.

It wiII be deadIy serious.

Fashion suicide.

So, what do you think?

Thank you, sir.

-How much time do we have?

-We have two minutes. Hurry.

Jeez. Such a b*tch.

I know this is different.

I mean, from anything

we've ever done.

And I know you might hate it

and think I'm compIeteIy crazy.

But I won't care, even if I get fired.

And I don't mean that disrespectfuIIy,

it's just that I've reaIized something.

Who are these women?

Does anyone know?

I don't recognize any of them.

I wanna see...

...my best friend's big sister...

...and the girIs from the

soccer team.

My next-door neighbor.

ReaI women who are smart and pretty

and happy to be who they are.

These are the women

to Iook up to.

Let's put Iife back

into the magazine.

And fun and Iaughter and siIIiness.

I think we aII-- I think aII of us

wanna feeI something...

...that we've forgotten

or turned our backs on.

Because maybe we didn't reaIize

how much we were Ieaving behind.

We need to remember

what used to be good.

If we don't...

...we won't recognize it

even if it hits us between the eyes.

I just....

Bravo!

BriIIiant.

We wiII present this to corporate

first thing tomorrow morning.

-So who's this mystery photographer?

-Matt FIamhaff.

Is he Arthur or Martha?

Matt. He's Matt.

No, no. Is he gay?

Are you gay?

-City and listing?

-Manhattan.

Sparkle magazine on Park Avenue.

-SparkIe magazine.

-Trish Sackett, pIease.

Jenna, I'm sorry to barge in on you Iike

this, but I reaIIy have to taIk to you--

Hey, Beaver.

I mean Matt. I'm sorry.

OId habits die hard, you know.

Fine. Is Jenna around?

Are you here about your photos?

No, actuaIIy, I'm not.

I guess I shouId just teII you...

...that Jenna's decided to go

in a different direction...

...with a more estabIished

photographer.

She's gonna use the guy who shoots

the officiaI photos of her sweetie pie.

So don't take it personaIIy,

because there's just a IittIe bias.

I'm sorry to be so honest

with you, because...

...I think your pictures

are reaIIy cute.

It was nice taIking to you.

Hey, Matt. WhiIe I've got you here,

do you wanna sign a generaI reIease?

Maybe we can use your

pictures in a cataIog.

Fine.

Hi.

-Jenny, right?

-Jenna.

I was Iooking for Matt.

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