Liz Lemon: Oh boy, OK this earth is ruined! We got to get a new one.
Liz Lemon: I am so sorry, Mr. Vice President. This all started when Jack...
Al Gore: Quiet!
[holds his hand up and listens to nothing]
Al Gore: A whale is in trouble! I have to go.
[starts taking off his suit jacket as though he has a superhero outfit on underneath]
Liz Lemon: Yeah, well Greenzo seems to love himself, too.
Jack Donaghy: So does Don Geiss. He sent me a personal card congratulating me...
[rubs the signature with a wet finger, it smudges]
Jack Donaghy: ... with a real signature.
Liz Lemon: Wow. If you lick the envelope you could clone him and then you'd have two Geisses.
Jack Donaghy: Yeah, right, Lemon. I'm gonna clone Geiss, then compete with the Geiss clone for the CEO position? Think it through.
Liz Lemon: This Earth is ruined. We gotta get a new one.
Jenna Maroney: [to Cerie, who's sitting at her desk barefoot] Are bare feet "in" or do you just have your shoes off?
Liz Lemon: Oh hey, I, eh, I found your lipstick
[hands it over]
Jenna Maroney: Oh.
[looks at it]
Jenna Maroney: Oh, no, this isn't mine. This is Sunset Blush. I wear Tiger Orgasm.
Greenzo: Can you fire the wind, Jack? Can you fire a hurricane?
[leaves with his green cap flapping in the wind]
Jack Donaghy: [shouts after him] We're developing that technology!
Liz Lemon: People are going to show up expecting all this great stuff and they're going to be disappointed and angry.
Tracy Jordan: Just like Colonial Williamsburg.
Jack Donaghy: Look how Greenzo's testing. They love him in every demographic: colored people, broads, fairies, commies... gosh, we've gotta update these forms.
Kenneth Parcell: Ms Lemon, Mr. Donaghy. I am but a poor pig-farmer's son, but I would be honored if you'd come to a party at my home.
Liz Lemon: Fine, I'll come.
Kenneth Parcell: Super! Mr D?
Jack Donaghy: Uh, no. I could make up some excuse, Kenneth, but I have too much respect for you.