Diablo Cody and Jason Reitman

She took my job writing the back page of Entertainment Weekly. So I don't want to be nice to her, but she's a bloger and I needed help.

I asked her what to blog. "Put a photo in there. Like a baby or a monkey. People like that."

I asked if she's getting enough attention on the red carpet. "Never enough. I'm like a sea sponge. I'll die without it. I'm the media's dancing prostitute."

When Jason Reitman came by, his dad was right in back of him, director Ivan Reitman. So I asked him if he was rubbing his nomination in his dad's face.

"No. Not at all. It's as much his nomination as mine." He said when he was nominated his dad was the first one who called him and they cried. It's hard to keep making fun of a guy after that.

I wanted to help him with his speech, but he too, doesn't have one. "I don't have a speech tonight. I'm not going to win tonight. There's a joy knowing you're not going to win. You can just enjoy it and soak it all in."

For his last movie, I interviewed him, and we came up with some fake porn titles for Thank You For Not Smoking. Then I had Wicked Pictures, a porn company, make one up and send it to him. He was thrilled. So he asked me to come up with one for Juno. I told him I've got Wicked working on a title called "Juno, I'm Only 18, Right?" He laughed and was psyched.