That night at the Windmere things are not going well for Lemon and the three graying co-op members who have to approve her application, and that's despite Lemon's obvious display of cleavage from across the table. Hey, if it didn't work on Wayne Brady, Liz, it sure as hell isn't going to work on...Papa Gilmore! Ladies and gentlemen, it's Rory's granddad Edward Herrmann as head of the co-op board. Where you lead / I will follow / anywhere that you tell me to...I will follow/where you lead. Anyway, Lemon is trying to explain to Papa G and the other members why she lied about having read that book The Lovely Bones, but things spiral into first-date awkwardness. "Funny story. I was on a plane once with Brett Favre's cousin," says Lemon. There's that laugh stick again. This really is the best show, isn't it? Papa G takes off his glasses -- not good news. Lemon declares her love for the building, but it's clear she's too eager, too needy to score. Someone's not doing "the deed" tonight. Pun.

Jena enters Lemon's office as she always does, talking. Lemon missed the Gladys Knight sound check. "Did you know they replace the Pips every five years just like Menudo?" Poor Pips, forever the butt of a joke. Lemon is worried about last night's co-op meeting. It clearly didn't go well, but she is restraining herself from calling, opting instead to play hard to get. Jonathan bursts in, alarmed. "The German are coming!" The German TV execs are here about the proposed buyout, but Jack is MIA in Central Park -- I mean, "mining country." Lemon asks for Kenneth. Turns out he's alone in the dressing room, and he and his latte 'stache laugh hysterically at a smiling pillow as some German kid plays the tuba in lederhosen on TV in the background. Tracy sees but doesn't believe.