Upstairs, Pete is freaking out, because there are only three hours left until they go live. Jack updates him that Tracy is in the building, and the ball is in Kenneth's court. Out in the reception, Tracy finds Kenneth and asks whether "Cranston" has relayed his messages. Kenneth stone faces that yes, "Cranston" has. Tracy says no matter, he's just come to get a few of his things (which are, apparently, a courtesy potted flower and a box of tissues). He lays it down to Kenneth that, if he walks out that door, it's oh-vah! Kenneth cracks under the pressure and confesses everything.
Jack walks out to intervene. He initially gives Kenneth the easy treatment, then informs him that he is fired because, with Tracy gone, he no longer has a place here at TGS. Tracy falls onto the sword and offers to come back to save Kenneth. Jack's wily plan has succeeded!
The next day, Lemon finds Drew leaning sultrily on a motorcycle, waiting for her to return. He apologizes for acting a fool at the tennis court. In turn, she apologizes for throwing him in the icy cold waters of ugly before he really knew how to swim. He speaks a bit about rain on your wedding day and a free ride when you've already paid before inviting Lemon into The Bubble with him. Regrettably, that free ride into The Bubble is via his motorcycle. Lemon sees bloody calamity written all over that one and tells Drew it's not going to work out between them. They say their goodbyes, and he rides off, haltingly, into the sunset -- or at least a massive vehicular accident.
And now for all the fat necks in the house...
Lemons Who Lunch
Lemon: Kenneth, I'm gonna duck uptown and have lunch with my boyfriend.
Kenneth: Yes, ma'am. Is that code for some sort of older-gal medical procedure?
Lemon: No! Kenneth, I really have a boyfriend. [Pulls out iPhone to show pictures.] Look! He's handsome and a doctor!
Kenneth: A doctor. Well, don't get too attached. As soon as people realize his tonics don't work, it's on to the next town.
Porn 'n Chicken
Tracy: Hey Ken, you know what I have a craving for?
Kenneth [pulls out paper bag]: Jerk chicken from that place in Mill Basin?
Tracy: And some...?
Kenneth [pulls out catalogue]: Catalogue photos of expectant mothers in their swimming suits?
Tracy: You're my Radar O'Reilly, Ken! Now get in here and rub my feet 'til you hear a chopper coming.