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- What?

- Lemon, I'm gonna
be late for our meeting.

I had to get out of
my car and walk.

Fifth Avenue is closed
for a joint pain walkathon.

It's only four blocks
but they are so slow.

- I'm running late, too.

My subway ride was the
standard amazingness.

No, that's not how it works.

Let people off
first, otherwise...

- the train's going
express for no reason.

- Next stop, one
millionth street

and central park jogger
memorial highway.

- Am I the last one in this city

still following the rules
of being a person?

You know what,
New York is overrated.

- ♪ Three bucks,
two bags, one me ♪

Say, where does
a young prostitute

get started in this town?

- Overrated?

Lemon, we live
in the world capital

of culture, finance
and King Kong attacks.

New York is a testament
to man's greatness.

No, New York is a testament
to man's selfishness.

I quote, "she is a thug
in a cocktail dress."

Alex mccord, real
housewives of New York.

- Give me your wallet.

- Now, technically that was
about Luann being a bitch

at Sonia's art show.

But... hey, you
never let me talk

about h-wives this long.

- Let's just get this over with.

- Okay, well, I don't
know if Sonja's ever

gonna finish that
toaster oven cookbook,

but if she does, I
am gonna buy it.

♪ ♪

- Ugh, I can actually
feel myself getting sick.

Am I the only person who saw

Obama's press conference
on how to sneeze?

- Miss Lemon, the NBC
gym sent this up for you.

- Oh, what is that smell?!

- It's my gym bag, Pete.

Women do sweat.

- The gym said the
odor was attracting bugs

that were attracting bats
that were attracting bat-hawks.

Oh, also, the gym is closed.

- Well, don't worry, I will
wash my workout clothes

because I actually care how
my behavior affects other people.

Unlike the d-bag who
let the elevator door

close on me this morning.

It was funny because

you were so mad.

- Boy, when I move
on to my new job

I'm sure gonna miss you two and
your whole Sam and Diane thing.

Uh, Sam and Diane
are the lesbian couple

in my building who
murdered each other.

- Is this my costume for
the commercial parody?

It's in my contract
that I only play blondes,

non-Irish redheads,
or bald sex robots.

- Look, it's just for the
old lady before picture.

People won't even know it's you.

- Well then have Liz do it.

She already has the frown lines.

There, there they are.

How funny, I was just talking
about them and there they are.

- As always, I will
step up and help

because without people like me,

civil society
collapses completely.

- Oh, don't be so
dramatic. That's my thing.

And if you take it away
from me, I will kill myself.

And then you.

- Oh, I'm sorry
we're starting so late.

I know we're all very excited
to adjust the TGS schedule

to accommodate
Tracy's next movie.

- I won an Oscar, so
now I get to do real art.

Begin snow dogs phase.

- There was a lot
of traffic and, uh,

I was attacked in a
construction tunnel.

Anyway, uh, this spreadsheet
is the current schedule.

- Wait, you got mugged?

Oh, I shouldn't
hug you, I'm sick.

This lamp is you.

Ow, hot!

- That sucks, J.D.

I got mugged all the time
growing up in the Bronx.

- Okay, I got in trouble
the last time I said this,

but maybe you were
asking for it dressed like that.

- I wasn't wearing a
tuxedo at the time, Lemon.

The mugger took my cufflinks.

All I have here
are tuxedo cufflinks

and I'm not about to
wear them with a suit...

And look like an idiot.

- Give me the bad news.

How black was this dude?

On a scale from
Lisa Bonet to Dotcom.

- This is the thing
that's bothering me.

My assailant was a
middle-aged white man

wearing a button
down shirt and dockers.

Dockers!

Not some drug addict
or gang aficionado.

His knife was from Eddie Bauer.

- Oh, my god.

That means...

Please interrupt me.

- This is a sign.

The lower classes
are getting cranky

about the rich earning all of
their money away from them.

Can't they see this is
in their best interest?

How could we pay their salaries
without using their money?

We're on the
verge of a class war.

- There's no class war.

You getting mugged just proves
what I said to you on the phone.

New York is a
selfish filth-monster,

and eventually,
it gets all of us.

It's Ghostbusters
2 all over again.

- No, my getting mugged
was New York doing

what she does best...
Calling a great man to action.

It's the original
Ghostbusters all over again.

My attack was a wakeup call.

The rich need to
defend themselves.

- I don't know, Jack.

You can try to change New
York, but it's like Jay-Z says.

"Concrete bunghole
where dreams are made up.

There's nothing you can do."

- That's a wrap.

That commercial parody

is gonna be hilarious.
- Uh-huh.

- What's a commercial?

- Oh, my god.

You sound terrible.

- Oh... is that brain?

Hopefully it's not an
important parg of my blurn.

- Please, don't get me sick.

Paul's finally
coming home tonight.

And his sexpectations
will be high.

- Maybe I should wear this home.

Show Chris what he'll
be looking at in 40 years.

Looser skin, same underwear.

Hey, Pete, can I have
a car home tonight?

I'm old and very sick.

And there's a monk rerun on.

I'm sorry, I'm losing my voice.

There's a monk rerun on.
- Nope, no dice.

I can't order you a car
unless it's after 9:00,

or you have a note
from your killer.

- Aw.

- So you got mugged,
huh, Mr. Donaghy?

And you caught
the guy who did it.

Good for you.

- Oh, no, len, Tracey
is helping me with this.

- But I can see
how you went there.

I have a criminal skull shape.

- Len, commissioner
Kelly and I are friends.

We have competing columns
in Irish arguments weekly,

america's only
all-caps magazine,

but Ray hasn't returned my
phone call, and I know that you

were once a police officer.

- I was part of a
special task force

of very young-looking cops
who infiltrated high schools.

How do you do, fellow kids?

- What?

- So I'm glad you
called me, Mr. Donaghy.

I checked with my
contacts on the force

and got you this free pamphlet.

- Len, I don't want a pamphlet.

I want a show of force.

A demonstration of
who's in control of this city.

I want a cop on every corner.

- Look, that's not gonna happen.

It's just one mugging.

- Wait a second.

Where did you get that suit?

- I'm not embarrassed.

I get all my outfits
at Ann Taylor loft.

Their clothes fit my
body and my budget.

- Exactly, budget.

You have no
interest in helping me.

You're one of them.

What do you make? Five figures?

- 40 grand a year.

But don't let the woman who's
blackmailing me know that.

- And the police have no
interest in helping me either

despite the hundreds of
dollars I pay every year in taxes.

They think that I'm the enemy.

- We have no choice but to

take matters into our own hands.

- I agree!
- You do? Oh, no!

No, if I sneeze, I'll do it
like the president taught me.

I'm pregnant with a kitty cat.

Those are my popsicles!

- Well, hello, sexy.

- Hello, Paul.

I'm wearing an edible nightgown.

It's breadstick flavor and it
comes with a dipping sauce.

- Oh, you poor thing.

You must be so tired.

- Oh, no, no, no, not at all.

I have been thinking
about this night

for a long time.

Uh-oh, yawns are contagious.

Like all the Thai stds my
penis is about to give you.

- Ooh.

- Okay, well, give me five
minutes and then I'll unpack...

The sex monkey I
bought in Jakarta.

- Ooh.

- What... what
happened last night?

- We talked for a while
and then we fell asleep.

Without doing anything.

- W... how is that possible?

We are Jenna and Paul.

Did we mix up our
days and accidentally

both roofie each other?

- Or did we just fall asleep?

- What like some boring,
normal, sit-Com couple?

Like, Mr. Brady
and tiger the dog?

- Let's just think.

We hate normal.

Normal is death.

But we didn't hate last night.

So, it must not
have been normal.

Paul, I think we just found
another level of sexuality.

It's a whole new
fetish called...

Both: Normalling.

- So last night, I napped on you

and you liked
it, you sick bitch.

- Oh, yeah.

And I put that
Afghan all over you

because I thought
your feet might get chilly.

- So chilly.

- Oh, I just had
the sickest idea.

We go out as a couple
to bed, bath and beyond

and shop for home necessities.

In front of everybody.

- Normalling in public?
You delicious whore.

- Really, trump?
My idea is stupid?

Well you make your
hair every morning

by sticking your head in
a cotton candy machine.

- What are you guys doing?

- The police can't be counted on

to protect the rich
unless they're rich too.

So we're gathering support
for a private police department

where the starting salary is...

$5 million a year.

- How's that going?

- Slowly.

Even Tommy Hilfiger
turned me down

and you'd think
that he, of all people,

would understand the lower
classes can ruin something.

- Plaxico Burress just called
our idea "poorly thought out".

Then hung up by
shooting his own phone.

- This is a travesty.

The wealthy were once
the heart of New York.

I just don't understand
this city anymore.

- That's funny, because I
may have just figured it out.

I used to be like you,

thinking I could make
the city follow my rules.

I told off line cutters
and movie theater talkers.

And for what?

Did anyone cheer me, or
name a sandwich after me

that would maybe be
Turkey, pastrami, Swiss,

Russian dressing, Cole
slaw and potato chips?

You can't count on anyone
else in this city, Jack.

All you can do is
sink down into the filth.

- Or rise above it.

If no one will help
me, I'll do it myself.

I'll remind New York
of what she once was.

- Yes, a native
American paradise!

- The greatest city on earth.

A city that needs a leader

who still believes
in order and justice.

Who'll shine a light
into all the tunnels

and police the police,

who'll make this
city into a beacon,

lighting the way
for an entire nation.

- Anyhoo, Tracy, in
the dog boner sketch.

- I hereby officially
announce my candidacy...

For the office of mayor
of the city of New York.

Vote for Jack Donaghy.

Slogan to come.

- You know if we
got cloth place mats

then we could just
throw them in the laundry.

- Well, these vinyl ones say
dishwasher safe, that's easy.

- Yeah, easy for the person
who never does the dishes.

What we're doing
is so sick, right?

How many times
have you climaxed?

- Zero.

- Me too.

Bathroom organizers!

- Oh!

- Good news for
your campaign, J.D.

I got a huge list
of voter names.

Do you know anyone who
wants to be called Daryl Weenus?

- I just registered the domain
name for my campaign website...

Jack-Donaghy-is-running
for-mayor-2013

new-York-this-is
the-website.com.

That's as close as I could get.

Everything else was
already pornography.

- I got everything on
your list, Mr. Donaghy,

fresh undershirts from vattene,

18-year-old scotch for your bar,

and, just for fun,

I also got you these
goofy water balloons

my mom's friend Ron used
to always send me out to buy.

- Thank you, Kenneth.

- I know they're condoms.

- All right, Tracy,
let's buckle down.

Now that I've restocked,

we never have
to leave this office.

- Hang on... Have
you not left this building

since you were mugged?

- What? Uh, no,
I've been very busy.

- What about your daughter?
- Liddy is at

a baby leadership
conference this week.

The timing is perfect.

- I know what you're doing.

The first time I got mugged,

I didn't leave my
room for a week.

I hid, but not in a tuxedo.

All I had was a
Chewbacca costume

made out of used
hair extensions.

It made me feel invincible.

Like someone who
wouldn't get scared

and freeze up when
they got mugged.

- Perfectly-executed
Chewbacca sounds!

- That's why you won't
take off that tuxedo,

that's why you're
running for mayor,

and that's why you
won't go outside.

- You're scared.

- The only thing I'm scared of

is what's happening
to this city.

- Then I'm gonna
say to you what I say

to all my sharks
right before they die.

Let's go outside.

Oh, Jenna, I have a friend...

- yeah, well I have
a million friends.

I get so many birthday
cards it's embarrassing.

- No, I have a "friend"

who wants to freak
out some new yorkers,

and I know you and
Paul disgust everyone.

- Oh, he and I are
on a whole new level.

This morning, Paul and
I signed up for zipcar.

Now it's easier to get to
Costco to stock up on cereal.

- Lee, I need the
old lady wig again.

Oh, and get me that coat
that Tracy's dog gave birth on.

- A Costco run, huh?

You sound like me and Paula.

- No, Pete you don't understand.

This is normalling.

It's a weird sex thing.

Paul and I do things
like reboot the Internet

and discuss whether
the chair would be better...

- over by the window
where there's more light?

Yeah, that... that's
not a sex thing.

That's just couple stuff.

Hey, you and Paul should
come by the house sometime.

We'll have dinner,
play Scattergories.

- No, that's not what this is.

You get away from me!

Scattergories.

Where? Where?

- Miss Lemon, are you okay?

Oh, you smell like when
the stone mountain tire fire

joined up with the corpse fire,

and then swept through
the downtown manure district.

It was our fault for letting

those high schoolers
dance at their prom.

- Oh, I'm better
than okay, Kenneth.

I'm going to the movies.

- But you're sick.
- I am sick.

Sick like a fox.

I'm gonna clear out
that whole theater

and watch a sneak peak of
the hunger games by myself.

It'll be my greatest triumph.

There's a Q&A afterwards with...

Eh, the screenwriter? Bleh.

- Miss Lemon, this isn't you.

You love rules.

Try to remember.

Remember who you once were.

- What did the
rules ever get me?

The worst seat at the movies?

A bunch of music
that I paid for?

A drawer full of leaky batteries

that I don't know
what to do with?

Rules?

There's only one
rule now, Kenneth.

Plastic cups go on the top rack

of the dishwasher
so they don't melt.

Otherwise, no rules.

♪ ♪

- Well, well, well.

If isn't the tuxedo himself.

Shouldn't you be
outside, fixing the city?

- Well you look even
closer to death than usual.

What happened to you?
- Are you scared?

The back of the "b"
train certainly was.

I had the whole car to myself.

- So this is you
figuring out New York?

Making the city worse
for your own selfish ends?

- Is that your gym bag?

Aren't you a human woman?

- It's these new microfibers.

They keep you dry

but it all has to go somewhere.

- So, today a subway
car, tomorrow, what?

All in good time, Jack.

- Will you take something
for that cough already?

- I'd rather see if it
gets better on it's own.

Do you want me to go
on my antibiotic rant?

It's endless. You'll
beg for death.

- There's a war
going on out there.

And you're gonna
have to pick a side.

I've always wanted to say that,

and I can't believe
I've wasted it on you.

- You've crossed a line, Lemon.

Someone's gonna stop you.
New York is gonna stop you.

- The old Liz would
have agreed with you.

But that was two days ago.

Now, I don't cross lines,

I just make 'em... Disappear.

- Hey, hon, I got your g-chat.

Two exclamation points, huh?

What's up?

- Paul, what if
normalling isn't a fetish?

What if we're just in another
phase of our relationship

and we're kind
of... Settling down?

- That's what one of
my work colleagues said.

- That's just couple stuff.

You know what, you and
Jenna should come visit me

and my wife in montclair.

- But if Daryl Weenus is right,

if we're just a couple,
why don't we hate it?

- I don't know.

I always imagined
this kind of thing

would make me wanna tear
my hair out and rip my skin off.

But with you, it
feels as natural as...

- having someone tear your
hair out and rip your skin off.

- I never thought this would
happen to me, but I can actually

imagine myself getting
married, having kids.

- But is this really
what we want?

- I don't know.

What are you thinking?

- What are you thinking?

- Okay, we'll both
say what we're thinking

on the count of three.

One... two...

Both: Sexual walkabout.

We spend the next
three months alone,

doing every depraved
thing we can think of

with as many people as we can

and if this, right now,
is still the happiest

we can make ourselves,
we'll stay together forever.

- Next stop, dinner
and a private show.

Gym bag, check.

Tupperware vat of
steamed broccoli, check.

Talking to myself to
seem crazy... moo-goo!

Wallet.

No, not wow.

Not when I'm so close.

Not enough time!

My plan.

- Come on, Donaghy.

You've skied mount St. Helen's,

made eye contact with
Michelle bachmann,

been trapped under a
Boulder for 128 hours.

You're not scared of anything.

- Gimme $20!

- Lemon!

Oh, my tail bone.

I just wanted to
borrow movie money.

- You caught that lunatic that's
been terrorizing the subway.

The worst criminal in ♪ n-y-c ♪

- Oh, my god, are you okay?

- That was awesome.

You were so fast and strong.
- Thank you, Lemon.

You're the only
woman I could ever fight

to regain my manhood.

- They're cheering
you for stopping me.

Old Liz was right.
People do want rules!

- There's good in
all of us, Lemon.

Even you.

- So, are you still
running for mayor?

- The city no longer needs me.

For now.

- Reminds me of us.

- I'll never forget
the first time

you dressed up like and old lady

and I threw you
into some garbage.

- Good-bye, my love.

For now.

- New York City.

Villains and heroes.

The 1 % and the 99.

8 million people in
this crazy, beautiful city,

and I, Jenna Maroney,

am going to go to town
on every last one of them.