Lemon sees the news on the ticker and is discouraged. She focuses back in on the task at hand -- making TGS better than ever. She asks Lutz what he's working on. "Breathing through my mouth so I don't smell the throw-up on my shirt," he says. And all I'll say for his explanation for not taking his shirt off is that it involves two rescue chimps and a missing nipple. Lemon tells him to focus, then asks Cerie for her computer. Cerie says she's only seen her use it to look at pictures of Nate Berkus, so she didn't bring it.
As Lemon heads back inside, she runs into Jack. She asks if he can call in favors from Jeter and Springsteen to get them to be in the show. "They have to kiss," she adds. Flustered that she needs his help, Jack blows up at her. He leads her into the NBC store to ask who she thinks is the reason his career is in the pits. She ventures, "Sort of thinking you're going to say 'Leno'?" He says that, in trying to help her, he "became the American auto industry, failing to recognize that you can't fix a Lemon." She argues, to the contrary, Jack has dragged her down and her life was better five years ago. Lemon demands a flashback: Jack consults with Pete about firing Lemon, but Pete insists that Lemon has nothing else going on ("She threw a birthday party for her TV!") and vows to quit if Lemon is fired. Jack tells him he'll never succeed for sticking his neck out for someone like Lemon but takes consolation in firing someone, even if it's not Lemon herself. Back to the present, Lemon calls Jack out for wanting to fire her one week, then positioning himself as her mentor the next. Jack says that he got Lemon-ed. She stomps out, saying, "I should have fired you from my life." Then she screws up opening the door for her dramatic exit, and Jack smugs that he knew she was supposed to push instead of pull.
Downtown, Jenna meets up with Paul/'Gina Bologna. He wonders if it's just a visit or if she'll be activating his electric underwear. She promises it's just to talk and asks Paul if he think she'd be a good mother. He says of course not. For that matter, he'd be a terrible father because, if they had a child prettier than them, they'd have to leave it in a desert. He asks if it's really what she wants. She says she didn't think so until Kenneth said she'd be good at it -- not to mention that the hullaballoo over her crazy name choice will be great exposure. "Right now it's between Frisbee Face and Glock, gender irrelevant," she reports. Paul: "I love you, Jenna Maroney. I want to hogtie you and hide you in the luggage compartment of a Greyhound bus with just a bowl of dirty water." That said, Paul thinks Kenneth may be the only person in the world who believes Jenna should have a baby.