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There she is!
Whore of whores!

My Frankie could have
any woman on earth,

- and he chose you?
- Ma!

What are you doing here?

Why can't you just be happy
that I'm happy...

- With Liz?
- Can I just say one sentence?

Dio mio,i'm an old fool.
What is wrong with me?

My boy's in love!

Come over for dinner.
Tonight.

Do you like ox, Liz?
I'll defrost an ox for you.

Look, if the situation
was reversed,

you know I'd pretend
to be your boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend.
In Canada.

Seriously.
Chris is in Canada for the week.

And I can't
be your girlfriend,

'cause I'm not
an old pedophile.

We prefer the term
adultophobe.

Lynn, what is
going on here?

Well, I'm hiding
from Sylvia.

I got really good
at hiding in prison

and making wine
in my toilet.

Does your mom not know
you guys are together?

It's been a year.
Sylvia doesn't approve of me.

No one can remember why
anymore.

You were his teacher,
and you seduced him.

Look, here's what happened.
My mom was snooping in my room,

'cause she loves me,
and she found a letter.

Look what I found
in your pornography collection...

A love letter.
Who sent this to you?

Who is "L"?

So you told her "L" was me?

Liz, we just need you
to go along with this

until... I don't know,
my mom dies.

Or I die.

No. I'm not helping
to protect this.

- It's creepy.
- This is creepy?

In prison, I was part of a fake
family with a bald woman,

and our son was a basketball
with a wig on it,

but... okay.
This is creepy.

Frank, tell your mother
the truth,

'cause living a lie
will eat you up inside.

Like that parasite I got
from eating Sushi on AmTrak.

30 ROCK S01 Ep. 10 Alexis Goodlooking
and the Case of the Missing Whisky

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- That's quite a suit, Kenneth.
- Thank you, sir.

All my suits
are my late father's...

Mr...

That's weird.

Kenneth, since you've left
the page program,

finding you a new position here
has been

one of the most difficult
challenges of my career.

And I'm including
making it through the '80s

without having sex
with Belinda Carlisle.

I know, sir,

but I just couldn't work
in ad sales.

We have far too many sponsors

that make housework
easier for women.

That's why I'm putting you
in the standards department.

You'll be responsible
for keeping the airwaves free

of content that might
offend any group.

It's a good starting place,
but Kenneth,

if you wanna make it
in the business world,

you can't be so...
Morally stubborn.

There are gray areas.

No, sir.

There's always a right
and wrong.

Before he died, my father
gave me a piece of advice.

"Son, if you wanna
get ahead in this world...

Oh, God, this hurts...
Tell your mother I'm gay."

Nerf rifle.
Mass Effect 3.

What else do we need
for, uh, research?

Well, I need the deutsche
grammophon box set

- for my opera sketch.
- An opera?

Is there singing?
Because I sing.

Tracy doesn't sing,
so I should do it.

The audience expects it.
I'll sleep with you.

No, Jenna, none of this
stuff is really for sketches.

We're just saying that so we can
charge it all to the show.

It's the perfect crime...
As long as Pete never finds out.

Who drank this?

This is the scotch I was saving
for my birthday.

Someone with a key
to my office,

a janitor or a security guard
or some black...

Hearted individual,
probably white,

has ruined
the Hornberger hang

for all of us!

Let's get forensics in here.

Have the techs
lift a latent print,

and run it against AFIS.

Maybe the perp's
in the system.

J-Mo,
you sound like a cop,

and I should know.

My Uncle was a cop...
In a porno.

Tracy, every blond actress
in the business

has done a pilot about
a tough but pretty lady cop

with special abilities.

Mine was called
goodlooking.

I played Alexis goodlooking

who was also good-looking,

and my special ability was being
good at looking for clues.

Let's get forensics in here.

Have the techs
lift a latent print,

and run it against AFIS.

Maybe the perp's
in the system.

Unlike my husband's killer,
who got away,

and it haunts me.

You know what?

We should use your skills

to solve the case
of Pete's missing booze.

That was a long time ago,
Tracy.

My detective days
are over.

You sure about that?

Because like all black actors,

I have a lot of experience
with playing a wise black fellow

who gets reluctant white people
to do things.

Well...

I'm just an old fool,
of course,

and I don't know much about
politics or the like.

But I do know
America's kinda like this here

crab apple tree...

John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

All right, I'll do it.

Let's ride, partner.

I have some real problems

with this
Law & Order SVU script.

We can't say
"dick wolf" on TV.

Listen up,
standards and practices.

I just had an emergency
meeting with legal,

and we can no longer use
the words

"hit, great show, fun,"
or "broadcast television."

Now, Kenneth...

Mr. Donaghy, Bradley Tarkin,
junior compliance associate.

We met last year at your
completely silent presentation

on the power of eye contact.

Yes.
I believe it was entitled...

I was just an intern then,

but afterwards,
I got you to sign

my first edition
Jack attack.

You know, the first edition
has a typo.

When I took over microwaves,
I said to the team,

"by the end of this quarter,

"we're all gonna be
in the black... comma... guys."

Not, "we're all gonna be
in the black guys."

Anyway, nice to meet you
again, Bradley.

Kenneth, a word.

Balloon!

Kenneth,
you are now officially

in the business world.

Bradley is trying
to destroy you.

Destroy me?

He's the best friend
I've ever had,

tied with everyone
I've ever met.

Kenneth, if you learn
one thing from me, it's this:

In business,
you have no friends.

Let me tell you
a little story.

There was once a man named...
Henry Warren.

Henry pretended
to be my friend,

but he turned out to be
my very first Nemesis.

We got the contract!

We're gonna make
the bottles for new coke.

And I'm gonna make sure
you get all the credit.

Aces!

Let's do some cocaine.

My friendship with Henry
was a lie.

We were just waiting for the
chance to destroy the other one.

But Bradley gave me
my nickname.

"Susan."

Like "lazy Susan,"

'cause I'm lazy
and effeminate.

Bradley is dangerous.
Last year he was an intern.

Now he's a junior
compliance associate.

How did he get promoted
so quickly?

I signed his book.
He had my signature.

He probably put it on a forged
letter of recommendation.

Sir.
That's awfully paranoid.

Exactly.
"Paranoid,"

from the Greek "para"
meaning "beside,"

and "noid,"
which is some sort of a...

Pizza demon!
No, that can't be right.

The point is, you've got
to be paranoid, Kenneth.

You've gotta go in there
and crush Bradley

like I crushed Henry Warren.

But I've never
crushed anyone

except accused witches.

Get in there!

- Be cool, be cool, be cool.
- How did you get in here?

Frank said
you couldn't come to dinner

because you weren't
feeling well.

But I know the best
thing for a fever

is food, wine,
and cheek pinching!

So I packed everything up,

prayed to the patron
Saint of locked apartments,

- and here we are.
- No. Absolutely n...

You don't have a say in this!
Now, lie down.

While I'm here,
you do nothing.

As we say in Italy...

Eat an arancine.

I love our little family.

Pete?

Yeah, I saw him
earlier today.

Why?
Something wrong?

Someone drank his scotch.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

Why would I?

I was gonna drink it with him
on his birthday.

Okay, but if you think
of anything,

use this phone
as a reminder to call us.

I may not pick up,

'cause I lost my phone
just now.

If you think of anything,

call us.

Hang on.
This chair's been moved.

Read him his rights.

I should tell my husband
I'm gonna be late tonight.

No, wait, I can't.
He's dead.

Hang on.

The trash was moved.

Hiding something,
Mr. Lutz?

Okay. I drank it.
We all drank it.

We wanted booze, but we didn't
wanna hang out with Pete.

It's the worst!

He always brings out
his guitar and sings.

He's got one story,
and it's about him

seeing Phil Donahue
at a mall.

Now comes the worst part.

The paperwork.

What's wrong, Susan?

Mr. Pfister
just took me to the woodshed,

which I didn't even realize
could be a metaphor.

I guess I signed off
on a script

where an Asian character
refers to "Rindsay Rohan"

posing for "Prayboy."

But I know
that's very offensive.

Especially because asians
are under-represented

- on this network.
- Exactly.

If there are more
actors of Asian descent...

Shut up!
Just shut up, Roy!

- I am talking to Kenneth.
- I'm dealing with something!

No one wants
to hear from you.

I don't even remember
reading that script.

It's... your signature
on the memo.

That does look like my "X."

Susan, as a friend,

quit before they fire you.

Your meatballs are good!

Like Ikea good!

Is there parmesan in this?

And Lemon.
And a little fennel?

Are you sure you're not
Italian, Liz?

Maybe from the North?

That's where the vampires
used to live.

What's the matter, Frank?
You're so quiet!

You're sitting at dinner
next to a beautiful older woman.

Eat something and kiss her!

No! I can't do this.

Ma, Liz isn't the "L"
in that letter.

It's...
Lynn Onkman.

Elizabeth,
I'm gonna ask you to leave.

But this is my...

I don't think Bradley's
my friend.

I hate to say, "told ya,"
because it reminds me

of my one-night stand
with Nikki finke.

He's trying to get me fired.
What do I do?

Pray for a body switch
mix-up

so we can see the world
from each other's perspectives?

No. You destroy him.

With this.

I did some research.

And unlike what he wrote
on his application,

Bradley never graduated
from Syracuse.

He's four credits shy
of a degree in bro studies.

You slip this transcript
under your manager's door,

and he's fired.

No! I can't do that.

It's wrong!

If you don't get him,
he gets you.

And that little snake

keeps slithering up
the corporate ladder

instead of a good man
like yourself.

Kenneth, sometimes you've gotta
get your hands dirty

for the good of company...

And country.

My two favorite
kinds of music.

Hey, everybody's just
sitting around in there

waiting for you two
to shoot promos.

Thank God I've got my awesome
Phil Donahue story.

Pete, there's been a
development in the whiskey case.

What? No!
Forget the whiskey!

Look, all I wanted to do
was hang with my friends,

rock some jams,

and tell the story about
my cousin seeing Phil Donahue.

I mean me!
I-I'm the one who saw him.

We just wanted
to tell you...

We don't know what happened
to your whiskey.

What was that?

He doesn't need to know
how it went down.

It would hurt him too much.

I broke the number one rule
of being on the force.

Don't fall in love
with your car?

No.
I let it get personal.

You're right.

The car thing is stupid.

The thing is,
the writers got away with it.

So what are we gonna do
about it?

We're goin' rogue.

Hey.

Sorry about last night.

Yeah.
I had to sleep here.

You know,
they turned the heat off.

If I hadn't found
that other blanket, I'd...

Wait, where'd it go?

Oh, God.
It was mice!

The blanket was mice!

So... what happened
with Sylvia?

You were right, Liz.

Lying to my mom
was stressing me out.

I mean, I haven't
gained weight in months.

It wasn't worth it.

So what,
you broke up with Lynn?

- Just promise me...
- Here.

That you'll take care of
yourself.

Don't let Liz work you
too hard.

I do really hate her.

I think
she's a terrible person.

First of all,
why were you in my bedroom,

and why would you tell me
that part of the conversation?

It's the only part where we
weren't having break-up sex.

- Come on!
- Look, I'm sorry.

And I appreciate
everything you did, so...

I made you some meatballs.

It's my mom's recipe.

- So you're sure you're okay?
- Yeah.

Definitely.
With all this behind me,

I'm... happy.
Thanks.

Eat them now!

Quiet.
I do the talking.

Henry.

Henry Warren?

Henry Warren-Chang.

I married a very bossy
Chinese lady.

What on earth
are you doing here?

- Please, sit down.
- Thank you.

I haven't seen you since
the 1985 G.E. talent show

when I convinced you
to sing Monster mash,

knowing full well
that Jack Welch

is terrified of monsters,
and I ended your career.

Not "ended."

Doing quite well, actually.

In publishing now.
Encyclopedias.

I wanted to stop by
because a young man

named Kenneth parcell came
to my office this afternoon.

He did?
What did he want?

He wanted to find out
if my life turned out okay

after you took me down.

Because he's afraid he might
have to do the same thing

to someone else.

- And what did you tell him?
- I told him the truth.

I'm great.

I lease a certified
pre-owned lexus,

both my sons are magicians,

and for my birthday,

wei-lin got me tickets
to the Broadway show Memphis.

So......

And I see that you've done
very well for yourself.

Well, that sofa
is made from sea biscuit.

Well...
We're both very impressive.

But at what cost, Jack?

The first couple months
that we worked together,

we were good friends,

and then we turned against
each other and...

Come on, Henry.
We were never friends.

We were pretending so we could
learn each other's weaknesses

and then...
Exploit them.

But what about
all the dinners?

I mean, we talked for hours.

- I was gathering information.
- All right.

What about the drive
up to pittsfield

when we stopped
at sturbridge village?

Remember?
We had fun.

We saw a candle being made.

I didn't really care
about that candle, Henry.

I don't even remember
what color it was.

Regular white-tan
candle color, Jack!

You know what?

I really feel sorry
for Kenneth parcell,

because you're gonna beat
all that's good out of him

and turn him into another
paranoid corporate killer.

I remember our trip
to Hilton head.

That wasn't me!

Take a sit 'cause no one
is going anywhere!

We know you all drank
Pete's scotch...

So here's how
we're gonna play it.

You're gonna hang out with Pete
every night this week.

Why would we do that?

'Cause we have you dead
to rights, you black bastard!

And if you don't play along,

we tell Pete
about your little scam...

How the show's been paying
for your video games

and nerf rifles
and pornography.

That's right!

We know you ordered
a porn version of Temple Grandin

entitled
ten poles rammed in.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourselves.

Let's get outta here,
Maroney.

The sight of these people
plus the crayons I ate earlier

make me sick.

Sing us a song,
you're the guitar man

and this is
Pete's birthday night

Any mysteries
that need solving, Liz?

- Actually, yes.
- What happened?

Who attacked you
and gave you that haircut?

No, it's these meatballs.
They don't taste right.

There's an extra ingredient.

It's something familiar.

P.S. I love you
is so sad.

No one should have to be married

to Gerard Butler.

Or hilary swank!

It's tears!

Frank was crying
when he made these.

He lied!
He's miserable.

But I don't understand.
He seemed so happy earlier.

Forget it, Tracy.

It's midtown.

Kenneth, don't do it.

You can't destroy Bradley,
you... innocent goon.

You're the most remarkable
person I know,

and I've met
jaleel White.

Incredibly charismatic.

He makes Stefan urquelle
look like Steve urkel.

- But my career.
- Forget about your career.

I'd rather see you get fired
and lease a car

than watch you turn into
someone like me.

Now, give me
that transcript.

So you're trying
to help me.

Of course I am, Kenneth.
I'm your friend.

It's just... the other day
you said in business

I have no friends,

and you were right
about Bradley,

so what does that
say about you?

Maybe you're afraid
I will become you.

I'll climb
that corporate ladder

until I eventually
take your job.

And then where will you be?

Out on your ass

like stone Mountain's mailman

riding his trusty donkey
erasmus.

That is some
high-level paranoid thinking.

Like Hitler...
Or Willy wonka.

If you're thinking that way,

then I'm... already too late.

Why are you keeping me late
to write the cold open?

- Well, you know politics.
- I don't know anything.

I get all my news from the radio
in Grand Theft Auto.

Frankie! Are you okay?

La Donna di scoregge
called and said you were sick,

so I came by to make you
chicken soup.

- Where can I kill this?
- Wait... Liz called you?

- No. She called me.
- You!

How dare you?
Get out of my Liz's office.

You said Frank
wanted to get back together.

Why would you tell her that?
I said I was happy.

You lied... you're miserable.
You cried in my food!

Sylvia,
your son is not sick.

And Lynn,
Frank didn't actually say

that he wanted
to get back together.

So I wore my sexy underwear
for nothing?

I'll kill you!

Ma'am, I am in
a Mexican prison gang.

You kill me, Los Tiberones
will green-light a 1-8-7 on you,

and you don't want
that kind of heat.

Sylvia,
your son is not happy.

And not that you care,
but neither is Lynn.

That's true.
When Liz called me,

I was getting this tattoo.

I'm not creative.

And believe me, I get it.
This shouldn't work.

I mean, how they met
is disgusting.

Their age difference
is just weird.

They shouldn't go together.

But you know what else
shouldn't go together?

Veal, fennel, lemon,
cheese, and pork.

That's right.
Your meatballs.

Lynn and Frank...

Are just as good
as your meatballs.

That's it?
We're meatballs?

That's the stupidest thing
I've ever heard.

Do you have any idea

what I've been through
for love?

Public humiliation.

Johnny Carson in his monologue
said I was looking at 20 years,

but I'd probably
be more attracted to 12.

I mean, that's an okay joke,
but it hurt.

And then prison,
where we only had one movie

with dabney Coleman
and the kid from E. T.?

- Cloak & Dagger?
- Shut up, Liz.

I lost my house, my life,

but it has all been worth it.

I mean, even if I never see
Frank again, it was worth it.

And you call us meatballs!

Elizabeth,

I'm gonna ask you to leave.

Okay, but if you look
at my Internet history,

I'm researching a movie about
two male centaurs kissing.

I was wrong.

This isn't creepy because
you're dating your teacher.

This is creepy because
you're dating your mother.

You found someone
just like me

because I'm the woman
you really wanna be with!

'Cause you're the best!

Frankie, you're the best.

My big family.

And Phil Donahue's
walking past cinnabon

and he's making
eye contact with me

I can tell by his smile
that he'll stay for a while

and say, "Pete,
you're who I wanna be"

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Well, maybe I never did
go to college

or travel around the world.

So I don't know much
about worldly things

like taco meat
and having all your fingers.

Lord knows some of my friends
are just shrubs

I put hats on
and get high with.

My wife had two
of the president's babies,

and you're one of 'em.

I can tell you one thing...

I'm gonna kill all y'all
in y'all sleep.

Now, I don't know nothing about
no literature or history,

but I'll tell you
what I do know.

This movie was written
by white nerds.

Cut!