Over in Midtown, Kenneth deposits the money for his family in a mail box. On his way back to 30 Rock, he runs into the Carvel cashier, who is throwing her apron away. She says she was fired because Kelsey Grammer scammed her and vows to go back to work "under that bridge." He returns to Jenna's dressing room, where she and Kelsey are still reveling in their $266.67 apiece and are planning the next angle. Kenneth tells them he's out because their actions have hurt others. The others take it pretty well, though they will have to rough Kenneth up since he's leaving their "Best Friends Gang."
Newark Airport. Jack urges her not to break it off with Carol because they deserve to love and be loved. He pays her a rare compliment, then urges her to take Carol in an airport bathroom and get it in. She worries she'll never be able to overcome her problem if she couldn't do it in Vegas. Jack puts two and two together and realizes Lemon's problem stems directly from reminders of Tom Jones. She feels tremendously better now that they've isolated the problem. She says Jack's better than Reagan and runs into the terminal chanting, "USA! USA! USA!" Then runs right back out when she realizes Carol's actually at JFK, not Newark. Back into the limo!
Bonus! Another clip reel of Lemon's most notorious sexual misadventures. It's as good a lead-in to the jokes as any. Jenna asks, "How was the sex?" Lemon answers, "Fast and only on Saturdays. It's perfect! ... I have been sexually rejected by not one but two guys who later went on to clown college. ... And one time at summer camp, I kissed a girl on a dare, but then she drowned! ... He was the first dead guy I ever kissed. ... Standing up? What? How does that even work?" Then there are some exchanges with Jack in which he touches on her Achilles' Heel words -- "pleasure" and "climax." Groans Lemon, "Aaaaaah." And away we go!
Reality's New Highs Is Coincidentally It's New Low
Jack: Listen, Greg, I've got the next big reality show -- we put a bunch of people on plane, fly them over the Atlantic, then Tom Bergeron comes out and reveals that the pilot is a six-year-old boy. We call it Child Hell Flight!
Jonathan [eavesdropping as Lemon approaches]: Get out of here! He is pitching a no-hitter.
Jonathan: Starting at 4 p.m. yesterday, when Mr. Donaghy coined the word "innoventually," he has been flawless.
Lemon: So why do I have to leave?
Jonathan: Because you have so many unsolvable problems. Like your mouth -- it looks like somebody kicked a hole in a bag of flour!