Jack: Hey, Tracy, this is Suzanne Hawker, the NBC therapist.
[Turns to Dr. Hawker]
Tracy: Who's crazier? Me or Ann Curry?
The mental pictures have just given ME the need for therapy:
Dr. Hawker: If you don't mind, I'd like to start with some role play.
Tracy: Like my wife and I do? Cool. [begins taking off shirt.] You be the maid. I want you to scream. Donaghy, you play the matador.
Alderaan was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away ...
Rosemary: You can't abandon me, Liz. You are me.
Liz: No, I'm not you.
Rosemary: You pick up guys that are smart and funny, and they leave you for someone less complicated. You're never going to get married, Liz. You're married to your job.
Liz: [gasps] My God, I lost my job.
Rosemary: You're just like me. You get up in the morning and smoke weed --
Liz: No! I don't.
Rosemary: You fantasize about the Jamaican man across the hall.
Liz: [moans] Oh my God, I lost my job.
Rosemary: You wouldn't have a job if it wasn't for me! I broke barriers for you!
Liz: I really have to go.
Rosemary: I sat around while my junk went bad -- all for you. I didn't have any kids! You're my kid! You're my kid that never calls!
Liz: Yikes! [Runs away.]
Rosemary: Help me, Liz Lemon! You're my only hope!
Donaghy knows best:
Jack: Never go with a hippie to a second location.
Liz: I can't end up like that. I have to make money, and save it. I have to do that thing where they turn money into more money. Can you teach me how to do that?
Jack: With my eyes closed.
Liz: Oh, good. Because I want to send Rosemary $400 a month for...forever. Jack: You should. That woman is unemployable.
Liz: Rosemary says that women become obsolete in this business when there's no one left who wants to see them naked.
Jack: You make enough money, you can pay people to look at you naked. To the future, Lemon!