December 2009
Jack: I’ve had enough. 50 years of criticism and feelings of inadequacy. 50 years of ruined Christmases.
Liz: What are you saying?
Jack: I can’t be alone with her. You see Lemon, my mother is like a virus and my body is trying to get rid of her. Good god, she can’t know I’m having these thoughts! She can’t know about the 8 minutes! If she knew, she’d have me arrested. She’s done it before!
Liz: I’m not going to just do anything. I have a plan. Step one: befriend the enemy and gather information. Then use the information to drive her into the bottom ten percent.
Pete: Good Lord. Your eyes. You look like that lady astronaut who tried to kidnap that other woman.
Liz: Hey, that was a lady with a plan. Diapers, mace, Houston to Orlando in nine hours. Blamo.
Pete: I know I’m the guy who lied to his wife about having a vasectomy, but this? This is wrong.
Liz: No, it’s not wrong. I’m just staying the course, and I am enjoying it! Jack is out of my hair, people are being nice to me, there’s a guy I like IN THE BUILDING and I have the authority to fire his girlfriend! For the first time ever, things are lining up for ol’ Liz Lemon.
girlieshow:
“Merry Christmas, Lemon.”
30 Rock, 4.08: "Secret Santa"
Liz Lemon: I did plays in high school, too; I was John Proctor in The Crucible.
Nancy Donovan: Oh, you went to an all-girls school?
Liz Lemon: No.
girlieshow:
I’M BACK NERDS!
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NO REGRETS! 04x05 Sun Tea
