At the Retreat to Move Forward, Lemon has assumed command of Jack's group. She yells for the rest of the group to move faster in putting together their Lego set. Especially Jack, who is caught in suspension and unable to react. "Say something, haircut!" One of the Six Sigmas observes from the background. Jack's group eventually wins the L.U.N.C.H. challenge and Lemon gloats to no end. She screams "Suck it, nerds" to all the other groups. The Six Sigma pulls Jack aside for a what-for, and a talking to. "That woman is a subordinate of yours, but her behavior is totally inappropriate. Familiarity. Nickname-ification." He chastises Jack for allowing behavior that the old Jack Donaghy would scarcely tolerate. Lemon is still gloating in the background. "Robot penis."
Jenna tip-toes into work the next morning wearing sunglasses. Maybe she's hiding her eyes because they're filled with dollar signs after having humped Frank. Or not. Frank runs up to her in a panic. He asks her not to tell anybody about what they did last night. "I just want to make sure you didn't tell anyone what happened. I have a lot of irons in the fire around here." Wait, what? Jenna is confused. In her mind, Frank should want to brag about this. Frank clearly does not. "We'll be cool about this?" Jenna is flustered: "You the one cool should be!"
Jack opens his hotel room door to find Lemon standing before him, holding two plates of omelets. "First of all, there's an omelet bar downstairs. So you should probably go get yourself an omelet." Then she calls him a "jag" for having a larger room than hers. The same Six Sigma who lectured Jack before happens to walk by and tosses Jack a look of disapproval. Jack hurries Lemon inside. He tells her to start behaving appropriately. "You can't say 'a-doy' to me in mixed company." Jack wants to be referred to as Mr. Donaghy from this point forward at the retreat. He also has to prepare for his big speech later, and doesn't want to argue. The change in behavior reminds Liz of her days as a kid at camp, and getting the brush off by the much cooler kids. "No, don't worry. I get boundaries. 'Sorry, Liz, my parents' basement only has room for five sleeping bags,' or, 'No. I'll come over after prom and we'll make nachos together.'" Jack thinks Liz is blowing things out of proportion. He asks her to keep it in perspective. "Too late. Friendship over," and Lemon takes her two omelets out of Jack's room.