Intermezzo

A bit o' wonderfulness from my new obsession, 30 Rock...(this one's for you, my very own Liz Lemon).

Tracy: I’m gonna make you a mix tape. You like Phil Collins?
Jack: I’ve got two ears and a heart, don’t I?


Jack: Kenneth, you and I actually have a lot in common. We’re both hard workers; when I was your age it was putting myself through college in Boston, paddling swan boats for the tourists.
Kenneth (disgusted): Is that a euphemism for some kind of sex worker?


Tracy: Dammit, turn on theTV for me.
Kenneth: Dotcom set this up, I don’t know how it works. (pressing buttons on three remote controls)
Tracy (shouting at the TV): TELEVISION ON! PORNOGRAPHY!


LLCoolJ: Yo, yo, yo. What’s your game?
Kenneth: Boggle!


Tina: How come men can be heavy and be respected, like James Gandolfini or Fat Albert? You know, it’s a double standard, and America needs to get over its body-image madness.
Jack: Ohh, come on, what are we, back in college freshman year? Let’s go into the common room and talk about apartheid.


Kenneth: Son of a married couple! Bucky Bright!
Jack: Let me ask you a question, Kenneth. If Mr. Bright here told you to vote Republican, would you do it?
Kenneth: Oh, uh, no sir, I don’t vote Republican or Democrat. Choosing is a sin, so I always just write in the Lord’s name!


Jack: Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that the “Gay Bomb” could not be effectively weaponized. The chemical dissipates harmlessly in open tactical environments. Frankly, it could only work if somehow we could get the enemy into a closed, unventilated space.
Matthew Broderick: Ooh, pens! (knocking over and breaking “Gay Bomb” sample)...
I feel weird.
Jack (looking at Broderick): Let’s do this.