Hank: I fell asleep at a Raymour and Flanigan last week and a black family tried to buy me.
Liz: You're at rehearsal before me?
Tracy: Of course I am, Liz-Dad. I'm your good boy.
Jack: Your life is tied to the fate of the ring. It must be destroyed.
Pete: Are you quoting The Lord of the Rings?
Jack: No, I'm quoting myself talking to Bruce Willis.
Liz: Why are you so heavy?
Tracy: Cause so much of me has died.
Tracy: I just wanna make you proud of me, LL-Dad-Liz-Dad.
Kenneth: I know the Woggles. My eight year old niece walked down the aisle to that song at her wedding.
Tracy: Something terrible has happened, and for once I'm not talking about the collapse of the middle class.
D'Fwan: Never talk about a Black woman's leg size, not on babies, not on the Williams sisters, not on a mannequin at Avenue.
Colleen: Jacky and I know how we feel. We don't have to say it out loud like a couple of gays getting married in jean shorts in Provincetown, while I'm just trying to enjoy an ice cream on the pier.
Tracy: Liz Lemon is the only person I know who even has a father.