Lemon shows Jack the elevator tape of her faux make-out session with Banks. "Don't worry Jack. I've always got your back." Jack has heard enough. He offers her his position as head of East Coast television and microwave oven programming. Lemon protests taking such a corporate gig while Jack writes a number down on a piece of paper and hands it to her. "This is the starting salary." Lemon's mouth drops and she slaps the bejesus out of him ... hmm, slap? I think I like that. Lemon runs into the writer's room. "Suck it monkeys I'm going corporate!"

Jack has Lemon in tow for a liquid lunch with some upper management types and Lemon has gone full throttle where booze is concerned. She's tipsy and lippy to all the guys who seem to love her zingers. Jack brings up GE's 4-year $10 million dollar investment in creating a new microwave start button to which Lemon absently chimes in "I kinda like the old one." "Button classic, I love it," says Jack and the rest of the table follows suit. Lemon just saved the company $2 million.

Tracy sits hunched over the table in his dressing room scribbling disjointed notes on random pieces of paper. The classical music plays ominously in the background and Kenneth warns that the work is consuming him. Tracy is committed to inventing something his son will be proud of. Hornberger interrupts demanding to know why Tracy isn't in wardrobe. "I am inventing a porn video game." "Let this man work. No one is to disturb him." Frank is convinced it is an impossibility, otherwise he would have invented it a long time ago and as he tries to peer into the dressing room Kenneth closes the door on him.