By the time this show is done, half the country will be able to draw her tits from memory:
Jenna: Oh, boy. Here's what we're going to do. You've probably never seen breasts before.So I'm going to lean over this desk, and you've going to give me a new page jacket.
Donnie: Please. I breastfed until I was eleven. So I've forgotten more about a woman's chest than you'll ever know.
Jenna: But...I'm on TV!
Donnie: I said "good day!"
Jenna: No, you didn't.

I bet that's a movie Frank will see -- if not write himself:
Jack: Tre, what's the one thing I asked you not to do?
Tracy: That 227movie, New Jackee City?

The many faces of Jack Donaghy:
Jack: What a pleasure. What fun catching up with you. You take care now!
[Rosemary's gone. Jack closes his office door and turns to Liz.]
Jack: Fire her. And don't ever make me talk to a woman that old again.

Wait for the triangle graphs in GE's next 10-Q filing:
Jack: Oh, God, "push the envelope." You know who uses that phrase? People who don't have the guts or brains to work inside the system -- letter-writers, radicals, Howard Dean.
Liz: You just don't get her. You're like the talking mailbox.
Jack: I'm going to assume that's a Haldeman reference. In which case, I thank you.
Liz: I got into this business to be like Rosemary. To make people think.
Jack: no. No, no, no, no, Lemon. You got into this business because you're funny, and you're weird, and you're socially retarded. And you also got into it because it pays well, which means you are not like Rosemary; you are like me.
Liz: No, I am not. You are a suit. You take the hard work and creativity of other people and turn it into commercials and pie charts and triangle graphs!
Jack: What's a triangle graph?
Liz: I don't know! It sounded real.

So it's true -- out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away:
Jack: Hey, Tre. What you doing?
Tracy: Just some heavy thinking. This spotlight is the only place I could go to get away from it all.