Jenna: Do you need a sex tape released? 'Cause I got a weird one; it's night vision and you can see that his buddy is robbing me.
Jack: No, Jenna, I want you on the PR warpath. If there's a red carpet, I want you on it talking up the movie, starting Monday.
Jenna: The Kid's Choice Awards? Fine, I'll set aside my feud with Raven-Symoné for one day, but she knows what she did.

Jack: Jenna, Sheinhardt-Universal does not want to release the picture.
Jenna: And how will that affect my Oscar chances?
Jack: Adversely.

I called 911. They wouldn't even connect with their celebrity service.

Oh for God's sake, what is this, Third Watch?

It hurts more than my foot botox to know that he's out there and I can't find him.

Oh, I didn't know anyone was here. That wasn't me screaming in the bathroom.

This is the defining thing of my life. It's not gonna be that hit-and-run!

This is actually a werewolf picture that for tax purposes is shooting in Iceland.

I don't know if you saw the crawl on the TV Guide Channel, but I've agreed to star in a sexy supernatural thriller, in the vein of Twilight and True Blood.

Oh, don't look at me like I'm a football game.

And no making fun of me for using outdated pop culture references. Are we cowabunga on this?

Liz: How you doin'?
Jenna: There is no way that I am working with that guy. Do you know that he once got arrested for walking naked through LaGuardia?
Liz: Yeah.
Jenna: And that he once fell asleep on Ted Danson's roof?
Liz: Yeah, Tracy has mental health issues.
Jenna: He bit Dakota Fanning on the face.
Liz: When you hear his version, she was kinda askin' for it.