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30 Rock
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| Title: | Jack The Writer |
| Also Known As: | Jack käsikirjoittajana ( Finland)
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| Episode Number: | 4 |
| Season: | 1 |
| Season Episode #.: | 4 |
| Production Number: | 104 |
| Original Airdate: | Wednesday November 01st, 2006 |
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Nov 01, 2007 |
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Mar 03, 2008 |
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Kenneth the Page learns that working for Tracy is more than he expected. Liz continues to try to keep Jack away from the writers' room while trying to keep Cerie clothed.
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| Ratings: 4.61 million viewers
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| 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!
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