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- Liz,

there's something
wrong with Pete.

♪ ♪

- Oh, my god, is he dead?

- I... I don't know
what happened.

- Kenneth, I need a light bulb
replaced in my dressing room.

- Easy as pie, Ms. Maroney.
What could go wrong?

Why would I even say that?

- Hey, whatever
happened to TiVo?

Remember, you
used to fast-forward,

it'd make that sound?
Boop-boop, boop-boop.

- Yeah. Yeah, then it'd
be all like, bung-bung.

- Boop-boop, boop-boop.
- Bung-bung, bung-bung.

Bung-bung, bung-bung.
- Boop-boop, boop-boop.

Boop-boop, boop-boop.

- What's this?

It's Terry, the gender-neutral
doll I had when I was a kid.

And he/she has his/her
baseball glove and baby.

And both sets of genitals!

- That was hard to track down.

Today, almost all of them
are in police evidence lockers.

So, happy three-month
anniversary,

and happy two-week anniversary
of you going to the bathroom

when I'm here.

- You shouldn't
be buying me gifts.

You should be saving
for your business.

- Oh, I think remembering
our anniversary

is going to get
me some business.

- Aww, yeah!

There's a whole other hand
where that came from, big boy.

Not my best.

- Hey, listen, why don't
you go in late today, okay?

I'll make pancakes
with m&ms in them.

- Fine, I'll stay! Gyah.

- All right.

Do you want a smiley face?

- German flag, please.

- Jordan's comments have
angered gay-rights groups

and are likely
annoying his co-workers

who thought they'd linger
over breakfast this morning,

perhaps with a new lover.

- Wow, that is some
detailed reporting, Curry.

♪ ♪

- When I say "NBC," you say...

All: Over it!

NBC! All: Over it!

NBC! All: Over it!

Word.

Ugh, look at that
old bag from TGS.

- Okay, I am a human being, sir.

Oh, you mean my tote bag.

Yes, I need a new one.

Look, I'm sorry about Tracy.

He really is a good person.

Do you think I'm
pulling this hat off?

All: No.

From the top! All: Over it!

- Oh, my god, there you are.

We're losing sponsors, Liz.

Did you know that snuggles

the fabric softener bear is gay?

- He's dating the charmin cub.

I thought they were babies.

- Unbelievable.

Tracy, do you know how many of
your hard-working and dedicated

co-workers are gay?

Him. Him.

Her when she's drunk.

I genuinely don't know.

- That one's a puzzler.

And why did you have to
offend the gay community?

It is the most organized
of all the communities.

They make the Japanese
look like the Greeks.

- How is what I said
offensive, and that's not?

- Because no one
heard me say it.

Look, I need to know what
we're apologizing for, tray.

What did you say?

- Being gay is stupid.

If you want to see a
penis, take off your pants.

If I got turned into a gay,

I'd sit around all day
and look at my own junk.

- Oh, my god.

First of all, if you "got
turned into a gay"?

Do you think the people
of Raleigh, north Carolina

turned Clay aiken gay?

- Why not? The Bronx
turned me dyslexic.

- Look, you're a public
figure, and believe it or not,

the dumb things you say
may influence or hurt people.

You need to apologize.

- I already called
glaad, Liz Lemon.

- Thank you for calling glad,

stronger trash bags
with less plastic.

This is Diane. How
may I help you?

- Hey Diane, it's Tracy Jordan.

Sorry about what I said.

- Well, okeydokey.

- That's the wrong
"glad," Tracy.

- Whatever. I'm tired of
apologizing all the time

for just being myself.

Remember when I
offended stubborn people?

That took forever to sort out.

- Well, Tracy,

I know you don't want me

writing an apology for you.

- That's terrific, thank you.

- Aww.

- Lemon.

- I'm on top of the Tracy
thing. I just spoke to him...

- actually, I want to talk to
you about something else.

Because of my unfortunate
situation with Avery,

I'm alone.

And I know, of course, that
you're not seeing anyone,

therefore I've
decided that you and I

should become
friends with benefits.

- No, thank you, please.

- Aha! The only reason
you would reject that offer

is if you had a
secret boyfriend.

- Right, that's the only reason.

- I saw you, Lemon.
At the movies, last night,

with your mouth on a man.

- Why would you
keep this from me

after all of our time together?

This is hurtful, Elizabeth.

What's his name?

- I don't want to tell you.

- Why? Is it a stupid name,

like "Dakota" or "Barack"?

- His name is "Chris,"

and I'm sorry, but
for my own reasons...

- and "Chris" is spelled?

- No "h" and two "s"s.

That! Right there, that's
why I didn't want to tell you,

because I knew you
wouldn't approve of him.

- Why? What does
he do for a living?

- Criss is trying to...

- you can stop right there.

- He's an entrepreneur.
He's currently meeting with

investors in the
hopes of starting an

organic gourmet hot dog truck.

- Lemon, I have said
"good god" to you before,

but I don't think I've
ever meant it until now.

Good god!

Where does this person live?

- Don't worry about it.
- How bad can it be?

Jersey city? His
parents' apartment?

It's not a walk-up, is it?

- He's actually been living
with me for the past month.

- Ah.

- No, I am not engaging, I
am not inviting input, Jack,

because Criss is different.

- How is he different?

- Well, that's just
a stupid question.

I mean, I'm more
relaxed around him.

My jaw stopped popping. Listen.

And for once I'm not
overthinking everything,

which is why I don't
want you in my head.

- Ah, but I'm already
in your head, Lemon.

The fact that you felt
you had to keep "Chris,"

and I'm saying his name
with an "h" and only one "s",

the fact that you kept
him from me simply proves

that it doesn't matter
whether I meet him or not.

You already know
what I would say,

and you know I'm right.

- I'm ignoring you.
You're not here.

Who's not here,
Liz? I don't know, Liz.

I love you. Oh, I love you too.

- So I might as well meet
him and get it over with.

I'll probably love him.

After all, we're
both Princeton men.

- Princeton? No,
Criss went to... no!

I am on to you. I am not
going to talk about him.

- You can't keep me out.

- Oh, Ms. Maroney. I'm
afraid I have bad news.

- Jenny McCarthy died?

But who could have
been slowly poisoning her?

Was she poisoned? I
have no way of knowing,

because I'm just
hearing about it.

- No, ma'am, I
spoke to maintenance

about replacing the
light bulbs in your room,

but Mr. Subhas is refusing
to do any work for TGS

until Mr. Jordan issues
an apology for his remarks.

He also said that
he thinks, quote,

"sexuality is a
continuum," and he is but

a voyager on a vast
ocean of pleasure.

- This is unacceptable, Kenneth.

Do you understand how important

proper lighting
is to an actress?

Especially now that I'm
officially a "b-list" celebrity,

thanks to America's
Kids Got Singing.

- Oh, congratulations,
Ms. Maroney.

- I just found out this morning,

Teri Polo and Ving
Rhames called me at home.

So what if a tour came by
and some Fanny pack fatty

took a picture of me in my
poorly-lit dressing room?

And then they put the
picture on the Internet?

That can't happen.

I need my special,
pink-gel fluorescents,

and I need them now.

- But only maintenance is
allowed in the supply room.

- Kenneth, do this for me,

someone I hope
you consider a friend,

and who in return thinks of you

as sort of an albino
slave-monkey.

- Aw, you think of me?

Mm-hmm.

- But I don't have a key.

- You think we need a key?

I guess someone's never
been locked in a dog crate

and thrown overboard
for displeasing the sheikh.

- A statement from TGS head
writer Elizabeth Lemon, adding...

I gotta get a real headshot.

- In other news, after
lots of high financial...

- And now, I am headed
home for a "nooner,"

which is what I call
having pancakes for lunch.

- Liz Lemon, did you just
call me an idiot on this TV?

- Yeah, but...

- And what exactly is
that supposed to mean?

- It means you're someone
who should know better,

but you constantly
do stupid things.

- How dare you! I am nonplussed,
and that is the correct usage.

You have offended
and humiliated me.

- Well, maybe now you
know how gay people felt

when you suggested
that they sit around all day

and look at their own junk.

- Wait. Why don't they do that?

- Okay, you're right,
L.L. I do get how they felt.

Insulted, marginalized,
and outraged.

Which is why I'm going
to do exactly what they did

and organize a
protest of this network.

- A protest? By whom?

- By idiots!

What an idiot.

- All right, I'm out.

I've been dealing
with Tracy all morning,

and clearly this is
only going to get worse.

Time to go into
Hornberger crisis mode.

- Is that when you cry
on the floor in your office?

- Nope, I do that
when I see myself

in the mirror on my birthday.

Crisis mode is when I down
a couple of sleeping pills

with scotch, pass out in
my secret napping place,

and hope I dream about
that latina security guard.

- The one you always
kiss on the mouth.

- That's normal in Guatemala.

- Oh.

- Picking a lock
is like riding a bike.

They're both skills you need

to escape the Atlanta
falcons' equipment room.

- Hurry, Ms. Maroney.

If Mr. Subhas finds us in here,

I don't even know
what he'll say,

because I can't understand him.

- There! My pink fluorescents.

They're the same lights poultry
farms use to keep the birds

from pecking
each other to death.

Are you as turned
on as I am right now?

- Oh, we have to clean this up.

"Fluorescent lights
contain Mercury."

That's poisonous.

- I'm well aware
of that, Kenneth.

I faked Mercury poisoning
to get out of my contract

with trivial pursuit.
Ff' the musical.

- "If broken, remove all
people and pets from the room"?

Why? Are there fumes?

Are we breathing
Mercury fumes right now?

- Kenneth. I'm going to tell
you what I told Phil spector.

"It's gonna be okay, baby.

"We just have to
get some trash bags

"and get back here
before anyone's the wiser.

Then we can keep
recording my album."

- Oh, come on, Subhas.

Got to keep daddy's
special sleepy-place clean.

- Hey, so check this out.

I think I saw Billy Dee Williams
in riverside park this morning

when I was meeting dogs.

- Now that seems like a good
use of time for a busy entrepreneur.

Hello, Lemon. Chew
with your mouth closed.

- So, question about
lando Calrissian...

Is that an Armenian name?

Is he a space Armenian?

I don't know.

The Kardashians are
Armenian, they're into black guys,

so there's something to it...

- I like how his voice goes up

at the ends of sentences.

That's very masculine.

Oh, my. Is that a tan
line on Criss' thumb?

Did Criss used to
wear a thumb ring?

Oh, better hold on to this one.

He's getting a free muffin soon.

Wow, I've never seen a
Sunglass Hut credit card before.

Oh, a ukulele with an
Obama sticker on it.

Hmm. ♪ This guy might suck ♪

- That was a gift from
Criss' kickball team.

- Well, I think
I've seen enough.

- Which totally supports your
theory that the Phillie Phanatic

is biologically a female.

- Oh, yeah, if you
watch those games,

that thing definitely
has a menstrual cycle.

- Right?
- You gonna put on pants today?

- Eh.

- I'm in your head.

- We're here, we're proud,
I came up with this rhyme!

You brought this on
yourself, Liz Lemon.

The so-called idiot
community will not be silenced.

- For god's sake, Tracy.

- We are legion. We are america.

Frat guys, DJs,
loud-mouthed old bitches,

investment bankers,
the tramp-stamped,

parrot-heads,
anti-vaccination crusaders,

and people who won't
shut up about scuba diving.

- It's a whole other
world down there.

- And our celebrity
spokesperson,

actress Denise Richards.

- That's right. I'm
an idiot. Surprised?

Well, I am. For all
"intensive purposes."

- Our community is
mobilized now, L.L.

And we're not leaving
until we're heard.

You can't ignore us, Liz Lemon.

We will be out here every day,
misremembering movie quotes.

Because as braveheart said,

"you can take our freedom,
unless you take our lives."

- Say you approve
of Criss, Jack.

- Am I in your head, Lemon?

- Yes, but don't be so proud.

I also have a lot of
imaginary arguments

with the couples
on house hunters.

Why can't people
look past paint color?

- Lemon, obviously I
can't approve of someone

I've never met.

- Yeah, well, I'm not
letting you meet Criss,

because you won't
approve of him.

- Well, then I guess
this is a catch-22.

Although I don't know for
sure, because I refuse to read

literature that questions
the morality of war.

- Look, clearly I
hurt your feelings.

You're upset that I
didn't tell you about Criss.

- No, no, no, I'm quite
over your subterfuge,

although I do expect
a note of apology.

And don't try to make
it funny. Just apologize.

- But I feel like people
expect comedy...

- they don't.

It's exhausting.

However, you're right that I
am having an emotional reaction.

It's very frustrating to
watch someone I care about

do something she clearly
knows is bad for her,

like that week you wore
those Blue contact lenses.

- I looked like Adriana Lima.

And you don't know
that Criss is bad for me,

and you never will.

So you better get on
board the Criss train.

Criss-a, Criss, Criss, Criss-a,

Criss-a, Criss-a,
Criss-a, Criss-a,

Criss-a, Criss-a,
Criss-a, Criss-a,

Criss train!

Do you have any water?

- You know what, Lemon?

Fine. You are
technically an adult.

You can do whatever you want.

- Really? So I won?

With the train thing?

- I won't ask any
questions about Criss again.

- You promise?

- Promise. With two "s" s.

I would, however, like to
ask you why Tracy is outside

cursing this network
on a megaphone.

- It's a good one, Jack.

Tracy has organized a protest
of NBC by his fellow idiots.

- He what? No, no, no,
no, no. We need idiots.

You certainly need idiots.

Who do you think is
watching your show?

- Funky taste-makers?

- Black nerds,

jet Blue passengers who
fall asleep with the TV on,

pets whose owners
have died, and, uh, idiots.

You need to fix this.

I don't know what to
say to those people.

- You wrote "remember to
DVR Kendra ''on your hand."

I think you can handle it.

- Ah, no, damn it.

Now I gotta pray for a marathon.

- Jiminy Cricket, copyright
Walt Disney Company, 1940!

Mr. Hornberger? Sir?

- Pete!

It's Jenna! The woman
you're in love with!

What's wrong with him?

Is this because of the Mercury?

What does the box say?

- "For a complete catalog
of our lighting products,

visit our website."
We need a computer.

Poor Mr. Hornberger.

He came in here to do
something for the show,

something important, and
now look what we've done.

- What you've done.
You broke the lights.

- We have to get help.

- Are you out of your mind?

- We need to call security,
and an ambulance.

- Think, you fool.

Imagine what the
Internet would do with this.

"Maroney found in closet
with unconscious married man

and inbred virgin."

Again? No way. I have
too much to lose now.

I am this close to becoming

the spokeswoman for
the vaginal mesh industry.

Vaginal mesh.
Nice try, prolapse.

Now, if you want to take
the fall for this, be my guest.

But I can't be connected
to it in any way.

- Take what fall?

- Oh, please.

You said it yourself how
many rules we've broken.

"B" and "e", theft and
destruction of company property.

And who knows what
we've done to Pete.

If anyone connects
you to this...

- I'll get fired.

They'd kick me out of the
page program faster than

a fella can come up
with folksy similes.

- No one can know
this was our fault.

- But we have to
help Mr. Hornberger.

What do we do?

- I don't know.

But I know someone who does.

- Talk to me.

I'm on my way.

Any idea what bus
I take to get there?

'Cause I'm in Chinatown, baby.

- Hi, this is
Tracy's cell phone.

Dot Com, hold
the steering wheel.

I've got to leave my
outgoing message.

What did I just hit?

Was that a person?
Is that paint or blood?

Dot Com, this did not happen.

We take this to our graves!

- Tracy, uh, this is Liz.
Please call my office.

My extension, as
you have pointed out,

spells "anus" with an "I".

Hey, what's up?
- What time you coming home?

Because I'm... ♪ taking
you out to dinner ♪

- What?

- I called Sunglass Hut and
got my credit limit raised to $80,

plus, they told me I only
needed 5,000 more shades points

to get free lens wipes,

and I haven't even gotten
to the good news yet.

- That's all awesome.
What happened?

- I got an investor
for the truck.

I went over my whole business
plan, guy gave me ten grand.

- Oh, my god.

Okay, if you got it in cash,

we can spread the
money out on the bed

and kiss on top of it.

But nothing more.
And I have a cold sore.

- Damn it. No, it's a check.

But look at it. It's beautiful.

- It's him.

Not cool.

- ♪ Who's that man
behind the curtain ♪

♪ his kiss will
make you certain ♪

♪ of the one name
you'll be blurtin' ♪

♪ during love-making ♪

♪ Kelsey, Kelsey ♪

♪ one touch and
you're not caring ♪

♪ how much you paid repairing ♪

♪ that China hutch that
you kicked down the stairs ♪

♪ during love-making ♪

♪ thanks to Kelsey,
his name is Kelsey ♪

♪ his friends call him Kelsey ♪

♪ or sometimes just "kels" ♪

♪ ♪

♪ his name is Kelsey,
he's very wealthy ♪

♪ he doesn't have
to be doing this ♪

♪ Kelsey ♪