Marissa Redman: Look, this is what you do. Run to an all-night liquor store-
Hilary: No.
Marissa Redman: Excuse me?
Hilary: What do you think I am? I shouldn't be treated like an idiot. I'm not an idiot. I'm smart. And another thing, your last five movies really sucked big time.
Will: Six.
Marissa Redman: You can't stand here talking like that to me.
Hilary: You know, you're right, because I have a prior engagement with someone from the A list. Come on, Jazz, let's go.
Will: Thank you, oh, Lord. [feigning indignation] Oh. Oh. Who needs them? They don't know how to appreciate you. I mean, I think me and you can have a better time without them.
Marissa Redman: Really?
Will: Psych.

Vivian: You really said that to Marissa?
Hilary: Uh-uh.
Will: At least now Marissa the cradle crook knows what Hilary thinks about her.
Hilary: And I owe it all to Jazz.
Philip: Well, thank you, Jazz. Now my daughter's unemployed.
Hilary: Daddy, you should thank Jazz. And he reminded me that I do have some self-respect. Why do I have to chase after celebrities? They're all so shallow and self-centered. From now on, I want to spend time with people who have depth, intelligence, and maturity.
Jazz: I don't like the sound of this.

Hilary: Guys, I'm sorry the night was so awful.
Will: Well, Hilary, I'm just grateful I got my young body out of there before old Marissa put some miles on it.

Hilary: Jazz, wait. Listen. Thank you. I mean. Thanks.
Jazz: Sure, babe. Hey, you want to go out with me on Saturday night?
Hilary: I just- I don't think it's a good time. I mean, I'd only say "yes" because I felt like I owed you something.
Jazz: That's cool with me.
Hilary: Maybe some other time.
Jazz: Oh, okay. Good night, Hilary.
Hilary: No, wait. [kisses Jazz on the cheek]
Jazz: [to Will] All a part of my plan.