Argus
[ Season 4 | Episode: 19 ]
* Quotes are grouped by Scene
Jack Named in Geiss's Will
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Jack:
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Liz:
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I just got my bridesmaid's dress for Cerie's wedding. It is a Vietnamese size two.
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Jack:
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Dressing up isn't any easier for men. Do you know what it's like when a younger man shows up wearing the same cufflinks?
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Jack:
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You might as well be invisible.
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Liz:
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Yeah, well, I'm not going to let this dress win. I have a plan. This morning, I joined a...
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Jack:
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Liz:
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...gym. What do you want, Jack?
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Jack:
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I just received a call from Don Geiss' estate lawyer. Apparently, I have been named in his will.
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Liz:
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I know this is a difficult time for you, but word of advice? If the will says that you have to spend the night in a haunted house, you better hope that everybody else there is black guys and sluts.
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Jack:
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I just want something to remember the man by.
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Liz:
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Jack:
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His pen or his tie clip. Maybe that boyhood sled he held so dear. I believed he called it ''Sleddy''.
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Jack:
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Something which I, in turn, can then pass on to my protege'.
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Liz:
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Any chance it's one of those bendy hospital beds?
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Jack:
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Maybe, he did have three.
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Liz:
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He was such an amazing man.
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Jenna met a guy
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Liz:
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Oh, brother. We have to tell Jenna we can't do her Kardashian sketch because Jack is bros with Lamar Odom. You are such a coward.
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Pete:
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You think I care what you think?
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Liz:
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Hey, Jenna. So look... We can't do the Kardashian sketch.
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Jenna:
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Okay, I understand. Pete, there you are. I heard one of your kids broke his arm.
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Pete:
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Oh... uh, yeah. The shed I built collapsed on him.
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Jenna:
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Well, is he going to be okay?
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Liz:
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What's going on? Why are you being so happy and nice? Are you soaking your tampons in vodka again?
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Jenna:
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No, it's just... Well, I met a guy, okay? It's just been a few weeks. We're not putting labels on anything yet, because the glue is abrasive. But I'm really happy.
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Pete:
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Is there any chance this might make our lives easier?
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Liz:
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No way. I have seen this 100 times. She gets psyched about some guy, he reveals himself to be crazy, then there's a terrible breakup, and we suffer. Remember when she dated that sniper?
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Jack get Argus
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Lawyer:
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That concludes Mr. Geiss' financial disbursements. I believe all have been accounted for. His daughter, his lovely wife, his even lovelier mistress, his secret Canadian family, and his even more secret attic family. All that remains are a few personal items.
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Lawyer:
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''To my daughter, Kathy, I bequeath my pocket watch. It comes with very specific instructions for care, the most important of which is to not let the piece get wet.''
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Lawyer:
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''To my protege' and friend, John Francis Donaghy, I leave a gift from the gardens of my estate in Connecticut. My beloved pet peacock, Argus.''
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Jack:
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Argus picks his mate
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Liz:
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Hey, could I just get a signature? [Screaming] Living dinosaur.
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Jack:
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Lemon? This is Argus. He was a gift from Don Geiss. His last gift, to be exact.
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Liz:
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Why did Don Geiss have a peacock? Is that an N.B.C. thing?
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Jack:
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No, Don owned Argus long before he bought N.B.C. Uh, peacocks can live up to 40 years. Longer if they're not part of Mike Tyson's home zoo.
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Liz:
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Jack:
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Uh, not at all. When Don was first taking me under his wing, he and I would sit on the veranda of his home in Connecticut. Talking about business, politics, how to avoid getting paper cuts while making love on a pile of money. And our friend, Argus, would strut proudly through the garden. We three peacocks felt like we owned the world.
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Liz:
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Well, that's a... God, how did he get up here so quick?
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Jack:
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You know, I've never told anybody this before, Lemon, but Don and I had nicknames for each other.
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Liz:
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Like we might someday, J-Town?
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Jack:
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We called each other sempai and kohai. Master and pupil. Terms we learned on a trip to Japan. Because they played the movie Rising Sun on the airplane. Don was my sempai. And now, this bird is all that remains.
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Liz:
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Jack, I'm really sorry for your... [Peacock squawking] Oh, his feather went in my mouth. Oh, it's so oily.
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Jack:
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Lemon, he's marked you. He thinks you're his wife. Go. Get out. [Squawking]
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Liz tries to explain for Grizz
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Liz:
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Hey, Tracy. Grizz and I were just talking.
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Tracy:
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Of course, you guys are very close. Continue.
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Liz:
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And we had an amazing idea. We thought that maybe, at the wedding, you could be the lead singer of the band.
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Tracy:
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Really? I'd be awesome at that.
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Liz:
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You would. Now, of course, you couldn't sing and...
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Tracy:
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But who's going to tell U2?
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Liz:
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Tracy:
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No, you two idiots. I see what you're trying to do. You're trying to manipulate me into not being the best man. And damn it, Grizz, I've known you since you were six feet tall! I'm going to be your best man! I am the leader of this entourage! And because of you, I'm having a tantrum! Now pick up that table and smash it for me! Best man! I know that!
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Tracy trying to protect Dotcom
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Liz:
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Hey. Dummy... What are you doing to Grizz?
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Tracy:
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Whoa, you watch your mouth before I show you the back of my hand.
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Liz:
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Look, you've got to grow up about this best man thing.
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Tracy:
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Liz Lemon, I don't even want to be best man. Why would I? Show up on time? Not lose a ring? Keep my shirt on through a dinner?
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Liz:
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Then why are you throwing a fit about it?
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Tracy:
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Because I'm trying to protect Dotcom, dummy. He's in love with Grizz's fiancee', Feyonce'.
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Liz:
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Oh, your stutter is back.
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Tracy:
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No, Grizz's fiancee's name is Feyonce'. Like Beyonce with an ''F''.
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Liz:
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Tracy:
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Listen, we cannot make Dotcom get up there and give a speech at that wedding. It would kill him.
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Liz:
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Wow, I can't believe that you are using your infantile selfishness for good. I'm impressed, Tracy.
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Tracy:
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You think that's impressive, watch me stand on one foot. Hang on, I did it earlier.
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Liz:
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You're right, Tracy. You've got to convince Grizz to choose you.
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Tracy:
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Liz:
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Why do I have to do everything? Oh, I am never going to fit in that dress.
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Tracy:
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Liz:
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All five stages of grief
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Liz:
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Jack. I just found out that Jenna is dating a guy who does a drag show. As her.
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Jack:
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Lemon, what is with this food layout? Kenneth says he needs some sumac bark and shrub yellow root to make a poultice for Argus.
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Liz:
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How is your thing weirder than mine?
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Jack:
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I am not letting that bird die. And why does he have to? For God's sakes, if we can put an ear on a mouse's back, we can certainly make a peacock immortal.
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Liz:
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Oh, Jack. I know this is important to you. But it is just a bird. I mean, do you think maybe you're so worked up about Argus because you never let yourself grieve for Don?
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Jack:
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I did grieve for Don. As soon as Jack Welch told me, I went through all five stages of grief.
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Jack Welch:
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Jack:
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Liz:
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Jack:
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Let me retell it in slow motion.
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Jack Welch:
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Jack:
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[ DENIAL] [ ANGER ] [ BARGAINING ] [ DEPRESSION ] [ Shoving Down Emotions and Proceeding as if Everything's Fine ]
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Jack:
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Kenneth:
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Sir, I just want to let you know Argus is sleeping.
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Jack:
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And you left him alone? What if he rolls over on his back and his cloaca fills with mucus?
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Liz:
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Oh, brother. This is not about some peacock. We're going to have to help him, Kenneth. I have an idea, but you're going to have to take the lead. Because I am stretched pretty thin.
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Kenneth:
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Well, not ''New York thin,'' but... Don't worry, I'm on it, Miss Lemon. Sorry. Mrs. Argus.
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Liz:
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Grizz's decision
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Grizz:
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Beth, I need you to do something for me.
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Liz:
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Yeah, actually, I need to talk to you about the wedding.
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Grizz:
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I'm too upset to talk. Look at me.
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Liz:
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Liz:
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Grizz has asked me to read this to both of you. ''Dear friends, I don't want any more fighting or bad feelings. Tracy, I love you, but I've known Dotcom ever since we went to Above the Beanstalk a free summer camp for giants. I want him to be my best man. And if you care about me, you'll respect my decision. I will always be your...'' Oh, no, I'm white. I can't read that word. Um...''Friend from the neighborhood. Grizz.''
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Dotcom:
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I'm so honored. Now no one is getting hurt. No one at all.
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Grizz:
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Thanks, guys. I'm so happy.
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Is Paul ok for Jenna
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Liz:
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Hey, Jenna. So nice to meet Paul. Interesting guy. How much do you know about him?
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Jenna:
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Well, I lost a toe ring in him, so I'd say a lot.
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Liz:
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No, I mean, like, what he does... at night. And what he wears there. And who he's being.
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Jenna:
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So you know about Paul's act.
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Liz:
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Wait, you know about Paul's act?
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Jenna:
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How do you think we met? Paul won a Jenna Maroney impersonator contest, at which I came in fourth.
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Liz:
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And now you're dating him?
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Jenna:
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That's it. Right there. That face. That is exactly why I didn't tell you about Paul in the first place. Your judgmental badger face.
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Liz:
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Jenna, even for you, this is weird.
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Jenna:
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Be a friend, Liz. Until then, I don't want to talk to you.
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Pete:
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Looks like one of us is in trouble.
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Paul shows his shman side
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Liz:
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Jenna, can we please talk about this before it becomes big... Ah!
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Paul:
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Hello, Liz. Jenna told me I didn't need to hide from you anymore.
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Liz:
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All right, let's cut to the chase. What's your game, friend? What are you getting out of this?
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Paul:
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What am I getting out of this?
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Liz:
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Paul:
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I am the luckiest ''shman'' in the world. I get to be with the most talented, beautiful, sexy woman ever.
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Liz:
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So you aren't just using her for your act?
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Paul:
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My act? I'd never tuck my penis again if she asked me.
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Paul:
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All I want to do is spend my days listening to her talk and sing and scream at her cleaning lady on the phone. To be honest, Liz, I just don't understand what she gets out of it.
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Liz:
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I think I do, Paul. She finally gets to love herself. It's perfect.
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Jenna:
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What are you two talking about?
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Liz:
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Paul:
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Jenna:
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Liz:
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This situation is empirically weird. But I'm glad you're happy.
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Jenna:
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I heard what you said about me. You're so sweet.
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Paul:
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Liz:
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Okay, guys, let's just... Ew, Jenna, why are you grabbing his boobs?
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