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What?

Lemon, I'm gonna be
late for our meeting.

I had to get out
of my car and walk.

Fifth Avenue is closed
for a joint pain walkathon.

It's only four blocks
but they are so slow.

I'm running late, too.

My subway ride was
the standard amazingness.

No, that's not how it works.

Let people off first,
otherwise...

The train's going
express for no reason.

Next stop,
one millionth street

and Central Park jogger
memorial highway.

Am I the last one
in this city

still following the rules
of being a person?

You know what,
New York is overrated.

Three bucks, two bags,
one me

Say, where does
a young prostitute

get started in this town?

Overrated?

Lemon, we live in
the world capital

of culture, finance
and King Kong attacks.

New York is a testament
to man's greatness.

No, New York is a testament
to man's selfishness.

I quote, "she is a thug
in a cocktail dress."

Alex Mccord,
Real housewives of New York.

Give me your wallet.

Now, technically that was
about Luann being a bitch

at Sonia's Art show.

But... hey, you never
let me talk

about h-wives this long.

Let's just get this
over with.

Okay, well, I don't know
if Sonja's ever

gonna finish that
toaster oven cookbook,

but if she does,
I am gonna buy it.

30 ROCK
S06 Ep.08 - The Tuxedo Begins

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I can actually feel
myself getting sick.

Am I the only person who saw

Obama's press conference
on how to sneeze?

Miss Lemon, the NBC gym sent
this up for you.

What is that smell?!

It's my gym bag, Pete.

Women do sweat.

The gym said the odor
was attracting bugs

that were attracting bats that
were attracting bat-hawks.

Also, the gym is closed.

Well, don't worry, I will
wash my workout clothes

because I actually care how my
behavior affects other people.

Unlike the d-bag
who let the elevator door

close on me this morning.

It was funny because

you were so mad.

Boy, when I move on
to my new job

I'm sure gonna miss you two and
your whole Sam and Diane thing.

Sam and Diane
are the lesbian couple

in my building
who murdered each other.

Is this my costume for
the commercial parody?

It's in my contract that
I only play blondes,

non-Irish redheads,
or bald sex robots.

Look, it's just for
the old lady before picture.

People won't even know it's you.

Well then have Liz do it.

She already has the frown lines.

There, there they are.

How funny, I was just talking
about them and there they are.

As always, I will
step up and help

because without people like me,

civil society collapses
completely.

Don't be so dramatic.
That's my thing.

And if you take it away from me,
I will kill myself.

And then you.

I'm sorry
we're starting so late.

I know we're all very excited
to adjust the TGS schedule

to accommodate Tracy's
next movie.

I won an Oscar,
so now I get to do real art.

Begins no dogs phase.

There was a lot
of traffic and, uh,

I was attacked in
a construction tunnel.

Anyway, uh, this spreadsheet
is the current schedule.

Wait, you got mugged?

I shouldn't hug you,
I'm sick.

This lamp is you.

Hot!

That sucks, J.D.

I got mugged all the time
growing up in the Bronx.

Okay, I got in trouble
the last time I said this,

but maybe you were asking
for it dressed like that.

I wasn't wearing a tuxedo
at the time, Lemon.

The mugger took my cufflinks.

All I have here are
tuxedo cufflinks

and I'm not about to
wear them with a suit...

And look like an idiot.

Give me the bad news.

How black was this dude?

On a scale
from Lisa Bonet to dotcom.

This is the thing
that's bothering me.

My assailant was
a middle-aged white man

wearing a button down shirt
and dockers.

Dockers!

Not some drug addict
or gang aficionado.

His knife was from Eddie Bauer.

My God.

That means...

Please interrupt me.

This is a sign.

The lower classes
are getting cranky

about the rich earning all of
their money away from them.

Can't they see this is
in their best interest?

How could we pay their salaries
without using their money?

We're on the verge
of a class war.

There's no class war.

You getting mugged just proves
what I said to you on the phone.

New York is
a selfish filth-monster,

and eventually,
it gets all of us.

It's Ghostbusters 2
all over again.

No, my getting mugged
was New York doing

what she does best...
Calling a great man to action.

It's the original Ghostbusters
all over again.

My attack was a wake up call.

The rich need
to defend themselves.

I don't know, Jack.

You can try to change New York,
but it's like Jay-Z says.

"Concrete bunghole
where dreams are made up.

There's nothing you can do."

That's a wrap.

That commercial parody

is gonna be hilarious.

What's a commercial?

Oh, my God.

You sound terrible.

Is that brain?

Hopefully it's not an important
parg of my blurn.

Please, don't get me sick.

Paul's finally
coming home tonight.

And his sexpectations
will be high.

Maybe I should wear this home.

Show Chris what he'll be looking
at in 40 years.

Looser skin, same underwear.

Hey, Pete, can I have
a car home tonight?

I'm old and very sick.

And there's a Monk rerun on.

I'm sorry,
I'm losing my voice.

- There's a Monk rerun on.
- Nope, no dice.

I can't order you a car
unless it's after 9:00,

or you have a note
from your killer.

Aw.

So you got mugged,
Mr. Donaghy?

And you caught
the guy who did it.

Good for you.

No, Len, Tracey
is helping me with this.

But I can see
how you went there.

I have a criminal skull shape.

Len, commissioner Kelly
and I are friends.

We have competing columns in
Irish arguments weekly,

America's only
all-caps magazine,

but Ray hasn't returned
my phone call,

and I know that you were
once a police officer.

I was part of
a special task force

of very young-looking cops
who infiltrated high schools.

How do you do, fellow kids?

What?

So I'm glad you called me,
Mr. Donaghy.

I checked with my contacts
on the force

and got you this
free pamphlet.

Len, I don't want a pamphlet.

I want a show of force.

A demonstration of who's
in control of this city.

I want a cop on every corner.

Look,
that's not gonna happen.

It's just one mugging.

Wait a second.

Where did you get that suit?

I'm not embarrassed.

I get all my outfits
at Ann Taylor loft.

Their clothes fit
my body and my budget.

Exactly, budget.

You have no interest
in helping me.

You're one of them.

What do you make?
Five figures?

40 grand a year.

But don't let the woman who's
blackmailing me know that.

And the police have no
interest in helping me either

despite the hundreds of dollars
I pay every year in taxes.

They think that I'm the enemy.

We have no choice

but to take matters
into our own hands.

- I agree!
- You do? No!

No, if I sneeze, I'll do it
like the president taught me.

I'm pregnant with a kitty cat.

Those are my popsicles!

Well, hello, sexy.

Hello, Paul.

I'm wearing
an edible nightgown.

It's breadstick flavor and it
comes with a dipping sauce.

You poor thing.

You must be so tired.

No, no, no, not at all.

I have been thinking
about this night

for a long time.

Uhyawns are contagious.

Like all the Thai STDs my
penis is about to give you.

Okay, well, give me five
minutes and then I'll unpack...

The sex monkey
I bought in Jakarta.

What... what happened
last night?

We talked for a while
and then we fell asleep.

Without doing anything.

W... how is that possible?

We are Jenna and Paul.

Did we mix up our days
and accidentally

both roofie each other?

Or did we just fall asleep?

What like some boring,
normal, sit-com couple?

Like, Mr. Brady
and tiger the dog?

Let's just think.

We hate normal.

Normal is death.

But we didn't hate last night.

So, it must not
have been normal.

Paul, I think we just found
another level of sexuality.

It's a whole new fetish
called...

Normalling.

So last night,
I napped on you

and you liked it,
you sick bitch.

Yeah.

And I put that Afghan
all over you

because I thought
your feet might get chilly.

So chilly.

I just had
the sickest idea.

We go out as a couple
to bed, bath and beyond

and shop for home necessities.

In front of everybody.

Normalling in public?
You delicious whore.

Really, Trump?
My idea is stupid?

Well you make your
hair every morning

by sticking your head in
a cotton candy machine.

What are you guys doing?

The police can't be counted on

to protect the rich unless
they're rich too.

So we're gathering support
for a private police department

where the starting
salary is...

$5 million a year.

How's that going?

Slowly.

Even Tommy Hilfiger
turned me down

and you'd think that he,
of all people,

would understand the lower
classes can ruin something.

Plaxico Burress just called
our idea "poorly thought out".

Then hung up by
shooting his own phone.

This is a travesty.

The wealthy were once
the heart of New York.

I just don't understand
this city anymore.

That's funny, because I may
have just figured it out.

I used to be like you,

thinking I could make the city
follow my rules.

I told off line cutters
and movie theater talkers.

And for what?

Did anyone cheer me,
or name a sandwich after me

that would maybe be Turkey,
pastrami, Swiss,

Russian dressing,
Cole slaw and potato chips?

You can't count on anyone else
in this city, Jack.

All you can do is sink down
into the filth.

Or rise above it.

If no one will help me,
I'll do it myself.

I'll remind New York
of what she once was.

Yes, a native American
paradise!

The greatest city on earth.

A city that needs a leader

who still believes
in order and justice.

Who'll shine a light
into all the tunnels

and police the police,

who'll make this city
into a beacon,

lighting the way
for an entire nation.

Anyhoo, Tracy,
in the dog boner sketch.

I hereby officially
announce my candidacy...

For the office of Mayor
of the city of New York.

Vote for Jack Donaghy.

Slogan to come.

You know if we
got cloth place mats

then we could just
throw them in the laundry.

Well, these vinyl ones say
dishwasher safe, that's easy.

Yeah, easy for the person
who never does the dishes.

What we're doing
is so sick, right?

How many times
have you climaxed?

Zero.

Me too.

Bathroom organizers!

Good news for
your campaign, J.D.

I got a huge list
of voter names.

Do you know anyone who wants to
be called Daryl Weenus?

I just registered the domain
name for my campaign website...

Jack-Donaghy-is-running
for-mayor-2013

new-York-this-is
the-website.Com.

That's as close
as I could get.

Everything else
was already pornography.

I got everything on
your list, Mr. Donaghy,

fresh undershirts
from Vattene,

18-year-old scotch
for your bar,

and, just for fun,

I also got you these
goofy water balloons

my mom's friend Ron used to
always send me out to buy.

Thank you, Kenneth.

I know they're condoms.

All right, Tracy,
let's buckle down.

Now that I've restocked,

we never have to
leave this office.

Hang on... have you not
left this building

since you were mugged?

What? No,
I've been very busy.

What about your daughter?

Liddy is at a baby leadership
conference this week.

The timing is perfect.

I know what you're doing.

The first time I got mugged,

I didn't leave
my room for a week.

I hid, but not in a tuxedo.

All I had was
a Chewbacca costume

made out of used
hair extensions.

It made me feel invincible.

Like someone who
wouldn't get scared

and freeze up when
they got mugged.

Perfectly-executed
Chewbacca sounds!

That's why you won't
take off that tuxedo,

that's why you're
running for mayor,

and that's why you
won't go outside.

You're scared.

The only thing I'm scared of is
what's happening to this city.

Then I'm gonna say
to you what I say

to all my sharks
right before they die.

Let's go outside.

Jenna, I have a friend...

Yeah, well I have
a million friends.

I get so many birthday cards
it's embarrassing.

No, I have a "friend"

who wants to freak out
some new yorkers,

and I know you and
Paul disgust everyone.

He and I are
on a whole new level.

This morning, Paul and
I signed up for zipcar.

Now it's easier to get to
Costco to stock up on cereal.

Lee, I need
the old lady wig again.

And get me that coat that
Tracy's dog gave birth on.

A Costco run,

You sound like me and Paula.

No, Pete you don't understand.

This is normalling.

It's a weird sex thing.

Paul and I do things
like reboot the Internet

and discuss whether
the chair would be better...

Over by the window where
there's more light?

Yeah, that... that's not
a sex thing.

That's just couple stuff.

Hey, you and Paul should come by
the house sometime.

We'll have dinner,
play scattergories.

No, that's not what this is.

You get away from me!

Scattergories.

Where? Where?

Miss Lemon, are you okay?

You smell like when
the stone Mountain tire fire

joined up
with the corpse fire,

and then swept through
the downtown Manure district.

It was our fault for letting

those high schoolers
dance at their prom.

I'm better
than okay, Kenneth.

I'm going to the movies.

But you're sick.
I am sick.

Sick like a fox.

I'm gonna clear out
that whole theater

and watch a sneak peak of
The hunger games by myself.

It'll be my greatest triumph.

There's a Q & A
afterwards with...

The screenwriter?

Miss Lemon, this isn't you.

You love rules.

Try to remember.

Remember who you once were.

What did the rules
ever get me?

The worst seat at the movies?

A bunch of music
that I paid for?

A drawer full
of leaky batteries

that I don't know
what to do with?

Rules?

There's only one rule now,
Kenneth.

Plastic cups go on the top rack

of the dishwasher
so they don't melt.

Otherwise, no rules.

Well, well, well.

If isn't the tuxedo himself.

Shouldn't you be outside,
fixing the city?

Well you look even closer
to death than usual.

- What happened to you?
- Are you scared?

The back of the "B" train
certainly was.

I had the whole car to myself.

So this is you
figuring out New York?

Making the city worse
for your own selfish ends?

Is that your gym bag?

Aren't you a human woman?

It's these new microfibers.

They keep you dry

but it all has to go
somewhere.

So, today a subway car,
tomorrow, what?

All in good time, Jack.

Will you take something for
that cough already?

I'd rather see if it gets
better on it's own.

Do you want me to go
on my antibiotic rant?

It's endless.
You'll beg for death.

There's a war
going on out there.

And you're gonna
have to pick a side.

I've always wanted
to say that,

and I can't believe
I've wasted it on you.

You've crossed a line,
Lemon.

Someone's gonna stop you.
New York is gonna stop you.

The old Liz would
have agreed with you.

But that was two days ago.

Now, I don't cross lines,

I just make 'em...
disappear.

Hey, hon, I got your g-chat.

Two exclamation points,

What's up?

Paul, what if normalling
isn't a fetish?

What if we're just in another
phase of our relationship

and we're kind of...
Settling down?

That's what one of my
work colleagues said.

That's just couple stuff.

You know what, you and Jenna
should come visit me

and my wife in Montclair.

But if Daryl Weenus is right,

if we're just a couple,
why don't we hate it?

I don't know.

I always imagined
this kind of thing

would make me wanna tear my hair
out and rip my skin off.

But with you, it feels
as natural as...

Having someone tear your hair
out and rip your skin off.

I never thought this would
happen to me, but I can actually

imagine myself
getting married, having kids.

But is this really
what we want?

I don't know.

- What are you thinking?
- What are you thinking?

Okay, we'll both say
what we're thinking

on the count of three.

One... two...

Sexual walkabout.

We spend the next
three months alone,

doing every depraved
thing we can think of

with as many people as we can

and if this, right now,
is still the happiest

we can make ourselves,
we'll stay together forever.

Next stop,
dinner and a private show.

Gym bag, check.

Tupperware vat of steamed
broccoli, check.

Talking to myself to seem
crazy... moo-goo!

Wallet.

No, not wow.

Not when I'm so close.

Not enough time!

My plan.

Come on, Donaghy.

You've skied Mount St. Helen's,

made eye contact
with Michelle Bachmann,

been trapped under
a Boulder for 128 hours.

You're not scared of anything.

Gimme $20!

Lemon!

My tail bone.

I just wanted
to borrow movie money.

You caught that lunatic that's
been terrorizing the subway.

The worst criminal
in N-Y-C

Oh, my God, are you okay?

That was awesome.

- You were so fast and strong.
- Thank you, Lemon.

You're the only woman
I could ever fight

to regain my manhood.

They're cheering you
for stopping me.

Old Liz was right.
People do want rules!

There's good
in all of us, Lemon.

Even you.

So, are you still
running for mayor?

The city no longer needs me.

For now.

Reminds me of us.

I'll never forget the first time
you dressed up like and old lady

and I threw you
into some garbage.

Good-bye, my love.

For now.

New York City.

Villains and heroes.

The 1% and the 99.

8 million people in this crazy,
beautiful city,

and I, Jenna Maroney,

am going to go to town
on every last one of them.

Sync and corrected by dr.jackson
for www.addic7ed.com