Episode Quotes
Liz: (to the writers) I think we need to change this Donald Trump joke.
(Everyone stares at a scantily-clad Cerie instead of listening to Liz)
Liz: ...because Donald Trump was eaten by a lion this morning on the International Space Station. Anyone listening?
Kenneth: Anything you ever need, just ask.
Tracy: But I want you to know something. You and me, it's not gonna be a one-way street. 'Cause I don't believe in one-way streets, not between people and not while I'm driving.
Kenneth: Oh, OK.
Tracy: So, here's some advice I wish I woulda got when I was your age: Live every week like it's Shark Week.
(trying to come up with cereal names for a commercial parody)
Frank: Fart Nuggets.
(only Jack laughs, upoariously)
Jack: I'm sorry. That's really great.
Liz: OK, let's just think for another minute. Um, Frosted Mini Guns.
Frank: Lucky Bastards?
Jack: If you don't mind, I think we all really laughed at Fart Nuggets, so could we just move on, please?
Jack: So, I was doing some research on comedy and I came across the cartoon strip Dilbert. It's quite good. And I was wondering if we could do that.
Liz: Do what?
Jack: Dilbert.
Liz: Me trying to tell Jack what to do would be like you trying to boss around... Which one of your kids is it that you're afraid of?
Pete: Kyle. Kyle... So strong.
Liz: (about Cerie) That's it. I gotta talk to her about her clothes. She can't dress like that.
Pete: What? Yes, she can! People like the way she dresses!
Liz: Oh, come on. It's distracting. It's inappropriate.
Pete: (shouting) You're inappropriate, you jerk, with your big stupid face!
Cerie: Like, how'd you dress before you were married?
Liz: I'm not married, Cerie.
Cerie: Oh, for some reason, I thought you had, like, three kids.
Liz: Nope, never married, no kids.
Cerie: 'Cause sometimes you have, like, food stains on your shirt and stuff. I just assumed that it was kids.
Liz: Hey, Mr. Donaghy.
Jack: Sorry I'm late. I was at a luncheon for Ann Coulter's 60th birthday.
Tracy: You wanna know another key to success?
Kenneth: I do, Mr. Jordan.
Tracy: Dress every day like you gonna get murdered in those clothes.
(Tracy sends Kenneth on an errand; he arrives at a building covered in graffiti)
Kenneth: Hello, gentlemen. (steps inside) Oh, thank goodness, air conditioning. Ooh, what does that tattoo mean? When I get nervous, I ask a lot of questions. Do y'all have a bathroom I could use? Y'all have long fingernails. Now, do y'all rent this space, or do you own it? Hey, that's a funny looking fish. What is that, like a grapefruit knife? Do you have a cell phone? What's your plan?
(Pete reassures Liz about her meeting with Jack)
Pete: You'll be fine, Captain Needa.
Liz: No, Captain Needa dies! He dies!
(Cerie is in wardrobe being fitted in a revealing dress)
Liz: You need to dress like you have a job. And parents, who raised you in some kind of shame-based American religious tradition. Here. (gives Cerie a blazer)
Cerie: I can make this hot.
(Liz walks confidently into the writers' room after Cerie has given her a makeover)
Liz: Hey, guys. What's up?
Pete: Oh, my God! Wha...(laughter) what are you wearing?!
Frank: You're making me gay.
Liz: It's a joke, obviously. I'm wearing this as a joke. Bunch of comedy writers don't know a joke. Jeez.
Frank: I just threw up in my mouth.
Liz: I said it's a joke!
Cultural References
Jack: Are you familiar with Six Sigma.
Frank: It's a special kind of G.I. Joe.
Frank is confusing G.I. Joe's Sigma 6 for Six Sigma, the name of Motorola's business practices.
Tracy: What's the frequency, Ken?
Tracy's line is a reference to the line "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" a quote from the man who attacked Dan Rather in 1986.
Kenneth: (to a rat at Yankee Stadium) Go get help, girl!
While stuck on a chain link fence, Kenneth tells the large rat to get him help, referencing episodes of Lassie in which Lassie often runs to get help.
Pete: (to Liz) Good walk and talk.
The "walk and talk" is a trademark shot used by Aaron Sorkin in The West Wing in which characters walk around the set while carrying on various conversations.