Lutz is in the background with his head wrapped, concussion-style as Pete tells Frank and Toofer he hopes they learned their lesson, since "we almost lost a monitor." Poor Lutz rates below the monitor. Jenna's talking to a paramedic, who's a big fan. She can't believe he's such and isn't gay or at least bi-curious. He doesn't know what to tell her, other than that he loves her show, reads her blog and has all her albums -- even the one she did with Phil Spector. Jenna thinks that one would have sold better if he'd shot her in the face. The paramedic sort of seductively tells her he's glad she didn't get shot in the face. She thanks him über-seriously. He says that if he had, he would have liked to get that call. She thinks that would have been nice. Cerie comes up to tell Jenna that US Weekly is calling to confirm a story that Jenna's animal rescue shelter is supplying quesadilla meat to amusement parks. Jenna has to call her lawyer. She asks the paramedic not to leave. As soon as she leaves, the other paramedic comes up and says they have to get out of this place, since he stole some pens. Hot paramedic gives Lutz his number to give to Jenna. He asks if Lutz is okay, then leaves. Lutz eats the phone number.
Jack's pouring a drink in his office when Liz walks in and asks if he has a sec. Jack tells her it's over; it's over before it started. Liz apologizes, but is glad it didn't have to come from her. He asks what she's talking about, and she asks what he's talking about. He was talking about Wig-Go.com, Sheinhardt's user-generated video content site. They were forced to shut down because all anyone ever posted were penises. He asks what she wanted to talk about. She beats around the bush, trying to figure out how to say it, when Salma comes in and calls Jack "Mi amor," and says, "Let's get married." He's going to get them a celebration table at Plunder. While he's on the phone, Salma asks Liz not to tell him anything. Liz says Salma has to. They pretend they're happily hugging.