Firefighters have arrived and put out the fire, and they're escorting TGS staffers through Liz's now-burnt door. Jenna gets a smile from the hot firefighter, but Cerie gets picked up and carried out of the room. As each staffer leaves, he or she stops in front of Lemon and tries to assuage her murderous wrath. Frank, for example, promises to wear pants at work. Tracy can't believe she tried to murder him over a Diet Slice and some pita chips. Dr. Spaceman has the best line: "Nice try, Liz. Now it's my turn." Kenneth is too scared to say anything at all. The thing that makes Liz the saddest of all is that her plastic organizers all melted in the fire. Jack tells her that they've both had a bad week. His suggestion is that they each go to their respective homes, drink some wine, and use their Funcookers to cook some ham in the shower. Liz: "It works in the shower? You know what, this really is the best day ever."
And now for some pocket-microwaved goodness.
The next challenge on Hell's Kitchen?
Kenneth: "Are you pickling squirrel meat? 'Cause I can lend you my skull presser."
Thank God this product placement didn't involve Alyssa Milano:
Cerie: "What's wrong? You told me to be more proactive."
Liz: "No, I told you to buy more Proactiv."
In 1990, I hit the trifecta!
Jack: "I spent the better part of the last three years coming up with a portable, miniature microwave oven. Most of that time has been spent focusing on coming up with a hip, edgy name for the product, something that will appeal to the marketing holy trinity: college students, the morbidly obese and homosexuals."
This is how Jim Bunning got his start:
Liz [on the phone]: "I will head up there as soon as we are dismissed for the day. Try not to let anything else bad happen."
Kenneth [hanging up]: "I'm in charge. Attention, everyone! All menstruating women go home immediately!"
I think I know that guy:
Jack: "Okay, everyone, it's back to the drawing board. Legal rejected all of our ideas. Every one of the names we came up with was offensive in some language, including English, Frank."
Frank: "They knew what a Hot Richard was?"
At last, a slogan I can get behind:
Dr. Spaceman: "Sleep or die!"