“And Donaghy’s losing it, Jenna. Look at this subject line. GILF Island. Bad enough that he thinks Tracy should host the Kismet/Taylor Two Month Anniversary of Divorce Reunion Special. Tracy should not be allowed to host a tapeworm. He got a restraining order at a parent-teacher conference.”
“Parents overreact to everything, Liz. You take a couple of Adderall from a kid once and they’re all ‘she’s a terrible role model.’”
“I was meaning to ask you how that appearance on Sesame Street went.”
“They had this great makeup artist who used penguin guano to fill in the lines on your face. I looked fantastic.” Jenna looks at her pointedly. “Do you want her number?”
Liz rolls her eyes. “Whatever. The point is, Jack is so out of touch with reality he can’t even spell the ridiculous crap he wants me to do.”
“Liz, no! It’s GILF Island. Guido I’d Like to Fuck.”
“You mean.”
“Yes! Those hot young guys from MTV. Oh, I’ve been hoping they would do this for ages! Put a bunch of them on an island and watch them fight each other for survival.”
“Isn’t that just Jersey Shore?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Seaside Heights isn’t on an island, Liz.”
“How do you even know about this? I thought you only watched television shows you were on.”
Jenna folds her arms and huffs. “I still can’t believe they cut me out. You’d think that bitch Snooki invented hiking your skirt up for the camera.”
If Liz pretends hard enough, she’ll never have heard that. It worked for Frank’s joke about Steve Martin at the strip club. “You’re worried about your skin, but you hang out in New Jersey?”
“I have part ownership in the best nail salon on the boardwalk. The point is, Liz, if you don’t believe me, you should ask Jack.”
Liz takes a second to hope she gets ebola on her way up and has to go to the hospital. “You’re right, Jenna. Go put some more poo on your face.”
30 Rock - Jack/Liz - this can't be reality, part i
“Parents overreact to everything, Liz. You take a couple of Adderall from a kid once and they’re all ‘she’s a terrible role model.’”
“I was meaning to ask you how that appearance on Sesame Street went.”
“They had this great makeup artist who used penguin guano to fill in the lines on your face. I looked fantastic.” Jenna looks at her pointedly. “Do you want her number?”
Liz rolls her eyes. “Whatever. The point is, Jack is so out of touch with reality he can’t even spell the ridiculous crap he wants me to do.”
“Liz, no! It’s GILF Island. Guido I’d Like to Fuck.”
“You mean.”
“Yes! Those hot young guys from MTV. Oh, I’ve been hoping they would do this for ages! Put a bunch of them on an island and watch them fight each other for survival.”
“Isn’t that just Jersey Shore?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Seaside Heights isn’t on an island, Liz.”
“How do you even know about this? I thought you only watched television shows you were on.”
Jenna folds her arms and huffs. “I still can’t believe they cut me out. You’d think that bitch Snooki invented hiking your skirt up for the camera.”
If Liz pretends hard enough, she’ll never have heard that. It worked for Frank’s joke about Steve Martin at the strip club. “You’re worried about your skin, but you hang out in New Jersey?”
“I have part ownership in the best nail salon on the boardwalk. The point is, Liz, if you don’t believe me, you should ask Jack.”
Liz takes a second to hope she gets ebola on her way up and has to go to the hospital. “You’re right, Jenna. Go put some more poo on your face.”
“It works, Liz.”