Like Jesus, Tracy ministers to everyone in need:
Tracy: How many years have you known me, Liz Lemon?
Liz: One.
Tracy: So you know I like to minister to transvestite prostitutes.
Liz: I don't think I did know that, no.
Dot-com: It's true. He doesn't mess with them. He just tries to get them into computer school.

He Does It All For...Television:
Liz: Kenneth, you are now in charge of doing all the non-sexual things that Angie used to do [for Tracy].
Tracy: So he's like ... my office wife?
Liz: Sure, let's go with that. [She leaves]
Tracy: (gets down on one knee) Kenneth Parcell, will you take this ring...and sell it in the Jewish part of Midtown, then go get us a Nintendo Wii?
Kenneth: Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes! [Runs off giggling.]

Not to make this about me, but this is eerily familiar:
The young Liz Lemon: [holding up two teddy bears] This is my husband, Saul Rosenbear, and this is his son Richard, from a previous marriage.
Liz in the present day: And then he cheated on me with a lamb.

Horrifying or funny? You make the call:
Tracy: Liz Lemon, me and this dude used to do stand-up together. Remember the night we had the three-way with Elayne Boosler?
Jerry Seinfeld: I don't think that was me.
Tracy: Oh, yeah. You know what? I think that was a mirror.

If there was such a land, Vanity Fair would have already reported on it:
Jerry: Jack, I was vacationing with my family in Europe, in a country only rich people know about --
Jack: Stenborgia?
Jerry: No, better. But I can't tell you.

The honeymoon always ends too soon:
Tracy: I'm mad at you, Kenneth. I've seen the way you looked at Seinfeld. You used to look at me like that. What? Am I not a big enough star for you anymore?
Kenneth: I am not even going to dignify that with an answer. [Gets up, walks over, whirls around to face Tracy] Especially after I picked out all these throw pillows for in here, and you didn't even notice!