Upstairs, Cerie and Kenneth watch as Jack wishes Nancy a happy new year and invites her and her husband to dinner next time she's in the city. He beams like a kid in a high school photo after hanging up.
That night, a vajazzled (I'm guessing) Lemon hits the clubs with Randy. And who should she run into but James Franco... and Komiko. They revel in their joint decisions to say yes to life. Then they dance really weirdly. Then Komiko joins the dancing. You know where this is going... The next morning, Randy reads his morning paper as a Walk of Shame-stylin' Lemon enters the room in Franco's shirt and pastry pajama pants. Franco, in his boxers and the pastry top, follows with Komiko. Randy decides it's time to go home.
Back at the studio, Tracy has gathered the members of his entourage (Grizz, Kenneth, and Dot Com) to blame them for his unhealthy attitude toward women. He announces that he is going to add a woman to his entourage. But until then...
There Might Be a "Buzz" Button
Lemon: Hey, Tracy.
Tracy: Finally! Over the break I forgot what floor I worked on.
Lemon: Six, Tracy.
Tracy: Six! I knew it was a character from Blossom, but I couldn't find the "Joey Russo" button.
Jenna: You guys, I had the most amazing New Year. I met James Franco's manager. It was like a fairy tale.
Flash to trendy club.
Agent: My client, James Franco, he's actively looking for a relationship with a human woman to dispel certain unsavory rumors. Are you available for a fake romance with a movie star?
Jenna: Does chewing on a sponge trick your brain's hunger center? Yes, yes, a million times yes!
Back in elevator.
Lemon: So this is some arranged Hollywood relationship?
Jenna: With James Franco! Can you believe they went to me before Ayiiia from The Real World: Cancun?
Jack: I think it's great. The exposure will do wonders for you and TGS. Lemon, I want you and Jenna to have a meeting with James Franco and make sure his manager doesn't screw her.
Jenna: Too late! Oh wait... which way did you mean that?
What's in a Name?
Tracy: I did it! Angie just called. She's pregnant.
Frank: That's awesome!
Tracy: And it gets better. I just had a burrito!
Lemon: Well, now you just have to hope that it's a girl.
Tracy: I know it's a girl, Liz Lemon, 'cause I yelled "Susan B. Anthony" at the moment of conception!
Lemon: That'll do it.
Tracy: We're gonna name her after the place she was conceived. It was a pretty wild night, so we're gonna name her either Virginia, NetJet or Bathroom At Teterboro Airport.