Jack walks Elisa and her abuela into his office, and now nona wants to watch her stories. (Translation: Elisa's grandmother wants to watch her soap opera.) It's a telenovela called Los Amantes Clandestines, and its star is the very evil Generalissimo, played by actor Hector Moreda (played, in turn, by an evil Alec Baldwin). We get a glimpse of the Generalissimo on screen. He takes off his gloves and uses them to slap a groveling man eight times in the face. Jack notices the resemblance straight away. "He looks just like me," he says as the evil Generalissimo peers into the camera. Elisa's grandmother turns around to peer at Jack. I peer at Generalissimo's spray tan. My cat peers at Jack's slightly less-noticeable spray tan. Cue the introduction.
In Which We Spellz Out of Tune
The interns find Tracy during work. All of them are big fans, and they're going out after work, saying, "We'd be honored if you come with?" Tracy agrees to join them, but not without playing grammar cop. He carefully reminds them not to end a sentence with a preposition. Huh. I didn't know that. Hold on a second. Is that why my sentences keep melting? Knows wonderz. I can has cheezburger?
Lemon knocks on Dr. Baird's door, hoping upon hope that the good doctor will be a hunk. Then a man with what appears to be a slight palsy answers the door. "Ah, girl," he yelps. Lemon is caught off-balance until the real Dr. Baird walks into the scene. The handsome doctor, played by the handsome Jon Hamm (>Is his middle name "honey-baked"?), introduces Liz to Oswalt, their neighbor from the basement. Dr. Baird apologizes for smelling like frosting: "I love to bake." Cue the dreamy music, the ringing bells and Lemon blurting out her adored catchphrase: "This honky Grandma be trippin'!" Wait, that's not... "I want to go to there." That's it.
Jack is dis-invited to one of Elisa's family gatherings because of abuela's transference issues. He hangs up the phone and mutters "Generalissimo" under his knowing breath. Back at 30 Rock, Lemon is showing Jenna an iPhone picture of the handsome doctor -- she told him she wanted to show his haircut to her barber -- and admits to having accidentally received, and then opened, more of his mail. I must say, quite an epic FAIL by the Post Office. According to his mail, Dr. Baird donates to several charities, watches more movies than Harry Knowles and trains seeing eye dogs. Jenna reminds Lemon she's allergic to dogs. Tracy approaches wearing sunglasses because of an exceptional hangover, acquired on his night out with the interns: "Those white boys are not kidding around." Tracy is worn out. He's met his match, as it pertains to partying. Junior investment banker frat boys have not just ruined the economy; they've ruined Tracy Jordan. Much the same way they fed the banking system toxic loans by leveraging subprime mortgages until its inevitable collapse, the interns fed Tracy Scotch, hockey games and roofies all night long. They walk past him in the hallway, each holding two cups of coffee, and make plans for later that night. Tracy hastily agrees -- he has to agree, or he'll lose his reputation as a hard-partying animal. Then the roofies crash him to the floor, not unlike our stock market due to bank regulatory problems. Did you know you can bank online?