Lemon: Well, you were right about Brooklyn Without Limits -- crunchy on the outside, right-wing nut job on the inside.
Jack: Like Anne Coulter's underwear. But I see you're still wearing the jeans.
Lemon: I know! They look so good! And I'm Skyping later wtih Carol, and we like to dance together, and I want to do this back-it-up move that I haven't been able to pull off since high school. It's like [singing], "Back it uuuup, back it uuuup, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, I will haunt your dreams!"
Jenna Comes Clean... in More Ways Than One?
Tracy: Sabotage? But I'm the one who does that to me!
Jenna: I know, Tracy. It was wrong. But I couldn't go through with it because I saw your movie. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're great.
Tracy: Wait, great like good or grate like the thing I dropped my asthma inhaler down the other day? [Wheezes.]
Jenna: The first one, Tra. You are going to win, and when you do, I'll be furious -- like waking-up-next-to-Rob-Schneider furious.
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