The next day, Jonathan tidies up inside Jack's office as the television shows Meredith Vieira on The Today Show. She reports that the U.S. markets opened with no effect from the Asian meltdown, but that many people blame the last night's panic in New York on Tracy Jordan. She turns to interview Tracy, who is sitting next to her in the studio. "Tracy, a lot of people are calling you a fear-monger, and, I'm quoting here, 'an idiot.' What do you have to say for yourself?" "Watch TGS on Fridays, at 10:30, on NBC. Word."
Jonathan turns off the television just as Jack walks in, and then hands him another VCR tape. It's amazing how much more convenient a VCR recording is to a story plot. It's hard to imagine someone editing together a last-minute message using iMovie, for instance. This time the message is from Elisa. She tells Jack that she has left for Puerto Rico to think about things. Her fear is that Jack's proposal was born out of the panic of the moment, and now she wants to give them both a chance to think things through before deciding on a future together. "Now how do you turn this damn thing off?" Her cleavage fills the frame as she finds the off switch, followed by static, followed by a shirtless Jonathan playing the flute in the middle of Jack's office. Jonathan runs back into the office and shuts the TV off. "That's personal."
Let's head over to the joke section, shall we?
Jack: "Lemon, you're a woman."
Lemon: "Of course I am. That doctor's a quack. I don't even know why my parents listened to him."
Lemon: "Well, where is it going? Ladies like to know what the next step is. They -- we -- can't help ourselves."
I Lost It at a Hootie Concert:
Jack: "Believe me Lemon, I am ready to take that next step."
Jack: "No, the one before that."
Lemon: "Moving in together? That's huge."
Jack: "No. The thing you do before that. Think you, in the mid-'90s."
Lemon: "You haven't had sex?!"