CHiPs and Dips
Jack: This badge is a symbol of dignity, honor, and dramatized 1970s interethnic California daytime motorcycle highway justice.
Lemon: I'm sorry, Jack. I changed my mind.
Jack: I'm trying to look out for the show here, Lemon.
Lemon: I don't think you are. While stuck in a pileup on the Pacific Coast Highway earlier, I realized something -- you take Danny away from work whenever you want to hang out. I don't think this is about the show. I think you have some sort of problem with the fact that Danny is with me.
Jack: For four years I've had to make do with what passes for men in this place, with their untucked shirts, boneless faces, their Stars, both Wars and Trek. I needed a man around here, and I finally have one.
Lemon: No, I finally have one. Liz Lemon has a handsome, goof-around makeout buddy.
Jack: And that's the problem. Danny can't be my Alpha Male wingman and his boss's... little scrumpnugget. They're incompatible!
Lemon: Well, then I guess it's on.
Broadcast from the Hockey Rink Chatter Box
Danny: And now I'm at the point where I love just kissing. We kiss for an hour, and it's totally enough for me.
Jack: Uh huh, this is good guy talk.
Danny: She has really thin lips, but she makes up for it with tongue girth.
Jack: Okay, maybe we just watch the game -- forget about girls for a night?
Danny: You know, my little cuddle baby loves to watch figure skating, and I'm really starting to get into that...
Doll Hairs and Sense
Tracy: I don't know if I can go through this with a real daughter.
Kenneth: Yes, you can. I know that was hard, but I bet you wouldn't give up this week with Ms. LaRoche van der Hoot for anything.
Tracy: I wouldn't. Not for a billion doll hairs.
Kenneth: I'm sorry, did you say "doll hairs"?
Tracy: Yeah! They're not worth nothing. You could probably sell them to a doll company and get maybe 40 grand for 'em.