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Tracy:
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Yo, Ken, l'm gonna use this whole kitchen area as my bathroom. Spread the word.
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Liz:
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Kenneth:
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Mr. Jordan's wife kicked him out.
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Tracy:
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She froze my credit cards, Liz Lemon.
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Tracy:
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And she got custody of Grizz.
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Tracy:
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Can l keep my cockatiel in your office?
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Liz:
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No. Go home and apologize to your wife.
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Tracy:
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What? l'm not apologizing.
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Tracy:
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Cause for once in my life, l haven't done anything wrong.
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Tracy:
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How many years have you known me, Liz Lemon?
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Liz:
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Tracy:
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So you know l like to minister to transvestite prostitutes.
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Liz:
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l don't think l did know that, no.
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Dotcom:
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lt's true. He doesn't mess with them. He just tries to get them into computer school.
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Liz:
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Tracy:
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So Labor Day weekend, l see this young she-dude at the Dumpster by the 40/40.
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Tracy:
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l pull over and l say, ''You don't have to live your life like this." "You can be a freaky-deaky and do data entry.''
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Liz:
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Tracy:
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''What about court reporting? Believe in yourself!''
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Liz:
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Tracy:
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So as l reach in the trash and pull this dude out, a paparazzo jumps out and takes a picture of me.
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Kenneth:
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Tracy Jordan and his wife, Angie.
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Liz:
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Oops. So not only are you holding a transvestite prostitute...
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Kenneth:
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They confused shim with Mrs. Jordan -- Yes, ma'am.
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Kenneth:
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And they think she looks better here than she did at the 2004 Grammys.
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Tracy:
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Who's gonna do my banking?
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Tracy:
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Who's gonna write my blogs?
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Tracy:
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Who's gonna do the cooking on taco Wednesdays?
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Liz:
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Okay, Kenneth, you are now in charge of helping Tracy with any of the nonsexual things that Angie would do for him.
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Tracy:
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So he's, like, my office wife?
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Liz:
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Sure. Let's go with that.
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Tracy:
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Kenneth Parcell, would you take this ring... and sell it in the Jewish part of Midtown and use the money to get us a Nintendo Wii?
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Kenneth:
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Yes. Yes! A thousand times, yes! [ Giggles ]
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Jenna:
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* When life keeps handing you anchovies *
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