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Jenna:
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Hey, how did your dodgeball thing go? Did you meet anyone?
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Liz:
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Not really. There was one okay guy.
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Liz:
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Jenna:
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What is wrong with you? He was flirting. Did you ever even talk to him?
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Liz:
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I yelled at him about a rule violation.
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Jenna:
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Liz:
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His foot was over the line.
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Jenna:
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How many more of these things are you going to?
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Liz:
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Line dancing this afternoon. Then tomorrow is the wine and cheese tasting. Or, as I like to call it, ''Singles Fart Suppression''.
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Jenna:
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Maybe I should go with you. Be your wingman.
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Liz:
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Well, thanks, Jenna, but you don't want to do that.
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Jenna:
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No, it will be good acting research for me. I'm up for a role in National Lampoon's Van Wilder's Wingman Incorporated.
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Liz:
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I look forward to not watching that on an airplane.
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Jack:
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And this is our wardrobe department. Uh, Nancy, this is the star of our show, Tracy Jordan. Tracy, this is...
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Tracy:
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Not now, Jackie D. I heard on the walkie-talkies that there's a red-headed MILF walking around with some executive.
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Nancy Donovan:
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You know what? That felt really good.
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Jack:
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So, I'll, uh, see you at lunch.
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Jack:
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Kenneth, would you please show Mrs. Dougherty... I'm sorry, um... Ms. Donovan to the elevator?
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Nancy Donovan:
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Kenneth:
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Liz:
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Now you're having lunch? Does Avery know about this?
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Jack:
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Lemon, the grown-up dating world is like your haircut. Sometimes, awkward triangles occur.
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Liz:
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I feel like you've been saving that one.
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Jack:
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Obviously, this is unexpected. I really didn't think that Nancy would ever get divorced.
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Liz:
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Why would a lady get divorced at 50? Stick it out. Men die first, then you have two wonderful years, then you die.
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Jack:
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Yes, Nancy showing up is a gamechanger. But if I blow this up now, all three of us will suffer.
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Liz:
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So what are you going to do?
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Jack:
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I'm going to make the most of this opportunity. I'm going to pursue both relationships, see how they develop, and then make an informed decision.
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Liz:
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You're going to juggle them? No, even you can't pull this off, Jack. Mrs. Doubtfire ''shimself'' could not do this. You are going to blow it. And you're going to end up alone, and you're going to have to go to singles dodgeball. Put on these rec specs. This is your future.
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Jack:
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Lemon, no. Ugh... God. The band is soaking. Ugh.
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