Jack welcomes everyone to the NBC employee town hall meeting, including delegates from Tokyo, to discuss the Kabletown deal. Pennsylvanian Lemon and Masshole Jack debate which town is better: Philadelphia or Boston. There are objects hurled and Survivor alumni name-checked. The meeting gets back on track, only to be disrupted by some ribbing towards the guys from the L.A. studio. Jack takes a moment to invite employees to Don Geiss's funeral. He opens the floor to questions, and Jenna takes the opportunity the attention whore her way through a run-addled rendition of "Amazing Grace" for "Dan Goose." Credits.

After the meeting, Jenna asks Lemon about her date with Wesley. In short, it went horribly (again), but she's giving him a third chance anyway because they happened to attend the same showing of Hot Tub Time Machine. She thinks the universe is pushing them together. Jenna says she had "a similar thing with Michael Douglas. But then [she] realized it was just some old lady" from her building.

Jack interrupts that exploration of Jenna's mental process to beckon Lemon to attend to a Tracy situation. One of his old nannies wrote an exposé that blows the whistle on his fidelity to his wife. He thinks it could destroy his career, which is predicated upon his wild and raunchy image. He says losing his endorsements and revenue streams will make Angie "madder than a bat in a suitcase" -- which reminds him to check on his friend Gordon. Yep, you guessed it. Tracy has a bat in a suitcase. Jack and Lemon duck for cover.

That night after Hot Tub Time Machine, Lemon and Wesley are back to their bickering. He says, "By the way your food obsession is not as endearing as you think it is. [Recapper note: OBJECTION!] It's like being in a Cathy cartoon that just won't end." About the time Lemon starts threatening violence, Wesley proposes perhaps they're not meant to be. She still wants to unravel the mystery of what drugs they were on to make one another think they could be forever-mates. Wesley quips, "At least we'll always have Dr. Kaplan's recovery room. It was our Paris." Lemon says it's too bad they can't go back, and Wesley's eyes flicker with an idea.

The next day, Kenneth brings a stack of books into Jack's office. Just as Kenneth once read all about "the dangers of reading," Jack is studying up on Kabletown. Jack has a wistful moment reminiscing about all those great things GE brought to life -- and all the bad things it brought to China's rivers -- but realizes he must move forward now that he won't be able to carry out Don Geiss's great plans for GE. He doesn't know much about what's in store for the company (Kenneth in particular worries about Page age limits), but he has a meeting to pick the brain of an old colleague who defected to Kabletown. He thinks knowing a few insider tips will put him a head above the others when it comes to taking NBC forward.

Kaplan's office. Wesley has brought a video camera (or, as the Brits call it, a "film pod"), and Lemon is trying to convince the good doctor to get them stoned and film them so they can figure out what drew them to each other initially. The doctor's a bit offended by this experiment, so Wesley says the love between them could be the stuff of Notting Hill (see below) if they could just go back under for a bit. The doctor saves them time, and himself anesthesia, by showing them the patients currently bonding in the recovery room. It's a magical place where love knows no race, age, or sexual orientation (witness the older black postal worker and her geeky new bf, or the butch lesbian stroking the face of a Hasidic Jew). He closes the door on that shit show -- and on Lemon and Wesley's relationship. They delete each other's numbers and bid adieu.

30 Rock. Word of the nanny's tell-all has reached the media. Franks holds up a newspaper (headline: "Old Faithful") and expresses his disappointment with Tracy. Jenna gives Tracy a few tips at media relations from her own past. Specifically, deny deny deny. Tracy said he's tried, but his announcement that he's leaving show biz to spend more time with his stripper didn't fly. Dot Com breaks the news that Tracy's been dropped by another of his sponsors. Tracy walks off fretfully, and Jenna and Dot Com mourn his swift implosion.

Jack's office. Dave Hess from Kabletown gives Jack the rundown on NBC's new owner. In a nutshell, Jack doesn't have to do anything because the company has a channel scheme that pays for itself. Namely, all channels between 500 and 600 are pay-per-view porn parodies. This month's moneymakers, so to speak, include many, many ass-tastic riffs on 2010 Oscar nominees. Apparently these cinematic gems generate 91% of Kabletown's profits. Jack asks why they're buying NBC then. Hess explains that the purchase constitutes a "charitable donation for tax purposes." Heh. He adds that Jack will look great standing behind Kabletown's CEO at press conferences. This notion rubs Jack, who considers himself an industry innovator, the wrong way. Hess tells him to go with the flow and admit defeat. Jack wearily quotes the poignant words of Hans Gruber from Die Hard.

Downstairs, Lemon flags a cab to take her home. She doesn't even get her seat belt on before it's rear-ended by another. She hears someone yell, "Bloody Hell!" from inside and braces herself for another unplanned meet-up with Wesley. When the passenger gets out, indeed it's not him. Then a cyclist smashes into the back of the Englishman's cab. Guess who! Wesley calls her a witch, then tells her he thinks he knows why they keep being thrown together like this: They're destined to settle for each other. Even Lemon balks at such a dismal fate. Wesley pooh-poohs romantic love and offers her a separate bedroom in which they can grow old in close-ish proximity. Lemon walks away.

The next day in Jack's office, Lemon calls on her grumpy mentor for relationship advice. At Jack's urging, Lemon abridges the speech she had planned about her childhood/adulthood/Oprah-inspired quandaries and gets to the point: Is she meant to settle? In his uncharacteristic funk, Jack opines that perhaps everyone is meant to settle. He cites his disillusionment with Kabletown's indecent proposal. Jack knows he'll be useless in a company that places no value on innovation. He walks out abruptly to "bury Don Geiss, America, and hope."

Downstairs, Tracy's stress has heightened now that women have come forward to say that didn't sleep with him and others have leaked his lovey-dovey voicemails to Angie. Apparently the wifey has instructed him to get some on the side before their family is ripped apart. Jenna wishes she could help but fears losing her own endorsement with Nascar. Tracy worries that no one will sleep with him now that he's been outed as monogamous. Jenna assures him there must be one skank out there who'll take one for Team Jordan. Cut to Lemon's office, where Tracy tries to seduce her with a platter of succulent fruit and some sort of shimmy mating dance. She has not even begun to wrap her mind around what is happening before Tracy loses his nerve, apologizes for the lovemaking that will never be, and crumples onto her couch. Lemon tells him to be grateful for all the good things in his life. She just has a Sims family that keeps getting murdered. Tracy assures her that she, too, will have a family one day because she's "an amazing, strong, intelligent woman like Hillary... from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." Lemon thanks him for the pep talk, only to have him try to foist a fish-lipped kiss on her. She flees.

Geiss's funeral. With organ accompaniment by Kenneth! Jack tells a story about how Geiss introduced him to a glamorous world of hookers, private planes, and untapped markets. It was Geiss himself who invented the night light when he realized lights could burn while people slept, then it was Geiss, too, who launched an aggressive marketing campaign warning children of the monsters under their beds. As the speech goes on, no one

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