And as for the best lines of the night:
Jack's proverbial political line
Jack: What are you trying to say Lemon? That your family's perfect and they never fight?
Lemon: No, I remember them arguing a lot during the gas crisis of '79 but since Carter left office it's been pretty smooth sailing.
Jack: You got that right.
Boo! Andy Richter having sex
Jena: It should be mentioned that sexually Mitch is very much an adult.
Lemon: No, it should not be mentioned.
Kenneth: Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Jewish.
This week's Tracy reel
DotCom: All Tray had to do was sign his community service papers, but he makes a stop for breakfast first.
Tracy: So it's my fault diners can serve alcohol in New York State? That's on me now?
Tracy: And now, this time of the year -- Ludachristmas, New Year's Eve, Martin Luther King Day -- all you do is drink.
"This is a flask."
Words and the power to change
Mother Lemon: [On set] Oooh my goodness, look at this. They built all of this because of words you wrote!
Lemon: [takes a bow behind a sign that reads 'Who Farted?'] Thank you. Thank you.
The passive-aggressive approach
Jack: What did your mother mean when she said you were a beautiful genius, was she taunting you?
Jack: I've never seen such relentlessly blind encouragement. No wonder you're a sexually frightened know it all.
"Open-open-homina, homina, homina...open pit barbeque sauce! Yes, this is the sweet spot."
Mother Donaghy is no one's ostrich
"Nice. I'll show you nice. Let's all meet down at the soda shop while this country turns into Mexico."
Mother Donaghy: It's so hard to choose. The photos of the food look so good.
Kenneth and his rock opera
[Applause] "Thank you, Reverend Gary. It was to the tune of 'American Pie,' but so much longer."