Well, I don't know why they need you in the studio.
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
Oh, my God. Is this for me?
I can't believe you made all this fuss over my birthday.
It's so incredibly thoughtful.
Let me give something back to you guys.
ß I believe the children are our are future ß
ß Teach them well and let them lead the way ß
Hey, guess what, everyone. I'm engaged.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Engaged!
Hey, this isn't gonna change the way you dress
or eat lollipops, is it?
No.
Oh, then congratulations.
Thank you.
This is for you, Cerie.
ß I believe the children are our future ß
ß Teach them well and let them lead the way ß
ß Show them... ß ß All the beauty they possess in... ß
Everyone, guess what!
There's an antique-car show out in the plaza!
Okay, I...
How long is Jack gonna be?
He's still on the phone.
Area code 407?
Oh, no. When did this happen?
407? Is that bad?
It's fine. It is gonna be just fine.
Aah!
Jonathan! These cheap phones keep on shattering!
You can go in now.
No.
Who let 407 through?
Jonathan, we have drills for this!
Liz distracted me.
No, I didn't.
What's going on? Business got you down?
Business doesn't get me down. Business gets me off.
Now, what is your urgent problem this time?
Well, uh, the writers and I wanted to get "TGS" jackets.
But the guy in accounting says we can't have the jackets,
but "Dateline" has jackets.
Jackets?
Is this what you're talking about now?
Jackets?
Do you realize that your little show
accounts for 3% of our revenue but takes up 90% of my time?
Hello!
Now, would you do me a kindness, please,
and handle your problems yourself
and stop bothering me?
Is that too much to ask?
Absolutely. Forget it.
I won't bother you about anything anymore.
Wow. He's a little bit of a stress eater, huh?
He puts up with so much.
All right.
Jenna to the stage, please, for "Jazz Police."
Liz, you should have seen this guy
at the club last night.
Everybody at this party is a Jedi.
We must get our freak on while our fruit is plentiful.
Oh, no.
Oh, sounds like another great party I wasn't invited to.
Thank you for the funnest night of my life.
Love you, man.
I love you, too, J. Bird.
Yo, I don't like that dude.
It's disrespectful when he imitates me.
I want him fired.
Aw, come on. It's a goof.
How would you like it if I did an impression of you, Liz Lemon?
Hi! I'm Liz Lemon!
I like to wear man shirts.
Watch me skateboard.
I don't skateboard.
Hurts, doesn't it?
I'm not firing Josh.
You always take his side.
Tracy, stop Tasering him.
See, I need to be respected, Liz Lemon.
But what do you know about respect?
Please, Tracy, just let it go.
Well, if you won't do anything about it,
I'll just go over your head to Donaghy.
No. No. Do not do that. Don't bother him.
All right. I'll talk to Josh.
Hey, Cerie, what are you doing?
Oh, I let them do my makeup sometimes.
They say it's fun for them.
She's like a Barbie.
Oh, sorry. My babysitter got jury duty.
I think I'm going to kill myself.
So, Cerie, how long have you known this guy
that you're marrying?
lt'll be two months in three weeks.
You would love him, Liz. He's so funny.
He does this thing where he screams at limo drivers.
Yeah.
It just kind of seems like
you're rushing into it a little bit. I guess.
But we both want to have babies while it's still cool.
I already have all the names picked out.
If it's a girl, Bookcase. Or Sandstorm.
Or maybe Hat. But that's more of a boy's name.
Yeah. I was gonna say.
It's just you're so young, Cerie.
There's no big hurry to have babies.
I mean, there are other things in life,
like having a career and working
and having a job... and working.
You can have a career at any time.
But you only have a really short period
where you can be a young, hot mom.
If you wait too long,
you could be like 50 at your kid's graduation.
50 is not that old, Cerie.
Oh, I'm sorry. Are you 50 now?
Paul Newman or Robert Redford?
I've told you a thousand times.
Newman because I enjoy his salad dressings and lemonade.
Me too.
Okay. Uh, Brad Pitt or George Clooney?
Do you think I'd be a good mother?
What?
Something's kicking in, and the last few months,
I've just started wondering if I'm ever gonna have a baby.
I'm so many steps away from being able to do it,
and I panic that maybe I waited too long.
I mean, what if my junk goes bad?
What if Cerie is right?
Wow. Red wine is not your drink.
I'm sorry. I'm in my right mind.
I just... It comes in waves, you know?
And, uh, I love my job, and I love my friends.
And if I am meant to crank out a kid,
then I have plenty of time.
Uh, not really.
Jenna!
No, Liz, I'm just saying,
if this is something you really want, let's go for it.
I'll help you. Oh, please, let me help you for once.
We'll get you a guy,
like that hot dancer Madonna used to have Lourdes.
Oh, no, no. That is not how I roll.
Forget I said anything, all right?
Because you agreed to this.
I did not make you sign anything.
I will not be intimidated by you.
Good morning, Mr. Donaghy.
Go to hell.
No, thank you.
Kenneth, I'm sorry.
How do you do it, Kenneth?
How do you sit here every day, taking crap from people,
and you keep smiling?
My mother always told me that even when things seem bad,
there's someone else who's having a worse day.
Like being stung by a bee or getting a splinter
or being chained to a wall in someone's sex dungeon.
Isn't that a kick in the soft stuff, Kenneth?
You get strength from your mother,
while mine is sucking the life out of me.
She calls me constantly. That was her.
That was her, complaining about where she's living,
threatening to move in with me.
Ah, how wonderful.
No, no, no. That's not wonderful.
I run companies... plural.
But to that woman, I'm always gonna be the punk kid
who cried when Pop was run over by a mail truck.
Oh, my. A mailman killed your dad?
No, Pop was my dog.
My dad left when I was 2,
so I grew up calling my collie Pop.
Oh.
My mother is my best friend.
My mother tried to send me to Vietnam
to make a man out of me.
I was 12.
Well, my mother has her dark times, too.
But that's when I tell her,
"Mama, you carried me for nine months.
Let me carry you now."
You are a remarkable human being, Kenneth.
I bought my mother a lovely retirement home...
in Florida, with a tea garden and big rocks made of foam,
because she falls down a lot.
Got everything she needs except a phone.
I told those people... I made it clear...
"Do not give her a phone."
It's her.
It's always her.
Hello?
This is Dr. Leo Spaceman.
Oh, hi. I'm sorry.
I got this number under "fertility"
in the Writers Guild health manual.
I'm also listed under "meth addiction"
and "child psychiatry."
So what can I help you with?
I should start by saying
that I can't personally help you conceive.
Uh, something happened to me while scuba diving.
Hey. So, Jenna told us you're looking for a baby daddy.
She what?
Yeah. So?
So...
Are you kidding me?!
Now, before you say no, I just want to say,
our child would have a leg up getting into Harvard.
Oh, really? Did you go to Harvard?
'Cause you haven't mentioned it in like three hours.
Our kid would have strong, flat feet.
And if you choose me, I agree not to take my shirt off.
But I do like to get yelled at during sex.
You're disgusting.
Yeah. That's a good start.
Get out of here.
Jenna had no business telling you guys that.
Oh, hey. Blue pages.
What? What's wrong?
Jenna told the writers
that I am looking for a guy to get me pregnant.
Oh. Can you believe her?
I know. It's so uncool.
I mean, why would she go to them?
Who do you know better than me?
Aw, come on. Didn't you have a vasectomy?
No, I just told my wife I did.
And she doesn't get pregnant how?
I fake it.
Is Jenna out here? Is she rehearsing?
She's onstage.
Excuse me, Ms. Lemon.
Uh, I'm not usually this formal nor this bold,
but I figure time is on neither one of our sides.
Uh, could you excuse us for a second?
I'd kind of like him to stay.
Very well.
Ms. Lemon... Liz...
I'd like to carry your child, if I might.
I have a small ferret farm about 60 miles north of the city.
It's not much, but it is self-sufficient.
I can get cable if you want,
'cause I know how much you like the TV.
Sometimes I watch you watching it.
Think about it.
Jenna?
Stop telling everyone I need someone to get me pregnant.
I'm not telling everyone.
Oh!
Guys, check this out.
Oprah and Stedman are the same person.
You know what? I don't have time for this conversation.
I don't have time for anything.
That's why he/she won't run for president. Mm-hmm.
Hey, you got to stop doing that impression.
Tracy hates it.
What? But it's funny.
These guys like it.
The Mars probe didn't break.
It was attacked by a Martian cougar.
This is how you take care of things, Liz Lemon?
I'm going to Jack Donaghy.
No. No, Tray. Please don't do that.
Too late. This is untoward.
This is not toward!
You better fix this, nerd.
Otherwise Jack Donaghy is gonna kill me,
then he's gonna kill you,
and then he's gonna fold us up in a pizza and eat us.
What?
Hey, Liz, I heard you're looking for a hookup.
Oh, you know what?
Everybody stop working right now!
I don't want to have sex with any of you.
I have plenty of time to have a baby,
and I am not looking for sperm donors.
Okay.
But do you still want a sound hookup
so you can listen to rehearsal?
Yeah. Thanks.
How are you, Bobby?
Good?
Great.
Yo.
Tracy, it's Jack Donaghy.
I hear we have a problem with Josh Girard. Damn right!
Keeps impersonating me, making me into a caricature.
I would take care of this if I could,
but it's tricky.
You see, Josh's father is an assassin with the Russian mafia.
They call him El Matador.
Whoa. Those dudes are crazy.
Forget it. I don't need any of that noise.
It happies me to hear you say that.
For being so understanding, I'm sending you our new
super-top-secret invisible motorcycle.
For real?
For realsies.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see a doctor.
I keep pooping during sex.
Lemon, we have a problem.
I have this whole Tracy-Josh thing under control.
What are you talking about?
Nothing. What are you talking about? You.
You yelling at the crew, you trawling for seed.
Oh, it's a big misunderstanding.
Jenna thinks that I want to have a baby.
I should have known this was going to be a problem
when I decided to mentor a woman.
No, in fact, what I said was
that my body is trying to make me think I want to have a baby.
But my body is not the boss of me.
My brain is.
If you insist upon going all Murphy Brown on me,
let me give you a tip.
Don't smother your child with affection
to compensate for not having a man in your life.
Don't say, "You're the only man I'll ever love."
Even babies know that's creepy. Of course.
Don't put little notes in their lunch bag
that say, "Mommy's watching you."
People find those things.
I bet you behaved yourself, though.
If your child is a terrific hockey player
and a gifted flautist,
don't make them play the national anthem on the flute
in front of their teammates. Your mother did that?
Now she wants to move in with me.
I can't have that, Lemon.
Then be an adult and call her and say you love her very much
but that living together is not going to work for you.
Oh, no. You don't know my mother.
This is a woman that actually had a heart attack
to prevent me from going on my honeymoon.
Maybe her heart broke 'cause she spent 20 years raising you
and you're a total ingrate.
That's exactly what she said.
Is this what you want, Lemon?
To breathe life into another human being
just to spend the rest of your days
slowly sucking it out of them?
No. That's why my brain is the boss.
Speak of the devil.
Take a breath. Be nice.
Hello, Mother. So nice to hear your voice.
No, I am not on anything.
I know that things have been difficult for you lately,
and I was thinking... you carried me for nine months.
Let me carry you now.
Well, right back at you, Colleen!
Yeah, that's right!
You cut Pop's balls off
and left him in the street to die!
Liz, check out my wedding dress.
Absolutely not, young lady.
Get Donaghy on the phone.
Jonathan, I have Tracy Jordan for Mr. Donaghy.
No, no, no.
Tracy, please, do not bother Jack.
He is in a weird place right now.
B. B. Jackson's condo? No.
A children's clothing store in Dubai?
Stop guessing.
What I'm saying is leave Jack alone.
Too late, Liz Lemon.
He called me five minutes ago.
Five minutes ago, I was with him.
How did he sound?
What did he say?
Nothing unusual... Russian mobs,
invisible motorcycles, sex pooping.
Are you insane?
What are you gonna do when Tracy asks Jack
for his invisible motorcycle?
Uh...
Yeah, dummy. Here's what you're gonna do.
It's not your mother!
Hello?
Donaghy!
What's up, Tray?
lf, in the future... lf, in the future...
if I mention anything crazy...
like an invisible motorcycle...
it means I'm off my meds...
and should be ignored.
Also, I think Josh Girard is a young Alec Guinness.
Go back on your meds, Tracy.
Hang up. Hang up.
What? What?
Idiot. Idiot.
Tracy, I've got to go.
Idiot.
I think that went well.
Now you got to call Tracy as Jack.
Or I could call him
as Christopher Walken.
Do you not understand what we're doing?
Jenna, did you tell Life & Style
that your favorite book is the Koran?
I just wanted to sound smart.
Oh, hi, baby.
Would you take her for a second? I'm trying to finish her eyes.
Oh, I'm actually really busy.
Please. I heard you were baby-crazy.
Uh, no. Yes, she is.
Please. Oh.
Oh, for the love of Nut. Okay.
How about that, huh?
Yeah. She likes you. Go ahead, walk around.
Oh, okay.
Look how pretty I look.
You're the cutest baby in the world.
Who's the cutest baby in the world?
How did I get home?
Why didn't you say something?
Jack Donaghy?
Now, I know you asked me not to say anything.
But I think I know somebody
that can help you with your sex-poop problem.
Hi.
Please don't hurt me.
I can't help it. It just pours out of me.
I'm Jack Donaghy. I'm important.
I just bought the moon.
Oh, my God. I'm doing it again.
What?
Mother, I love you, too.
But living together is not gonna work out for me.
Yes, I went this morning.
I don't know. Regular consistency.
I can't do this.
Every day for the rest of your or her life.
And she will outlive you. She's like Castro.
And when you're done with that,
call my wife and tell her I'm sorry about what happened
with me and Keith and them.
Wait. Who?
Oh, God! It's true that you had the baby.
I don't know what happened.
One minute, I was holding the baby in makeup.
And then, suddenly, it was like highway hypnosis.
You know, when you pull into your driveway,
but you don't remember driving home?
Oh, right, and you have someone else's baby in your car.
I feel so terrible.
Give me the baby. I'll try to smooth things over.
What's her name?
Well, Anna calls her Isabelle, but I call her Nancy.
Think it might be a good idea
if I give Anna the rest of the week off.
Seriously? We're really busy.
Well, of course, of course.
Stealing a baby? Really?
Hey, I found Isabelle!
I'm a hero.
Hi, baby. Oh, baby.
You're loving this, aren't you?
Oh, yes.
I'm a big fan of kidnapping,
especially by my middle management.
The thing you were saying about listening to your mind
and not your body... how's that going for you?
My body is telling me several things.
First of all, I need to start working out.
That kid was killing my arms.
Number two, I could be very happy with a baby
that looks nothing like me and didn't bake in my oven.
Three, I got to let myself have a personal life.
That's what I've been telling you for five months.
Well, you're right again.
Write it down in your little "I'm Awesome" book.
Where are you going?
You have a rehearsal about to start.
I stole a baby, Jack. I'm taking a half day.
Fair enough.
I have to do some thinking.
Maybe it's impossible to have it all...
the career, the family.
But if anybody can figure out how to do it, it's me.
That's going up.
Aw, nerts!
I was talking about you at work today, Mother.
I think my boss, Mr. Jack Donaghy,
wishes you were his mother.
Isn't that something, Mother?
Yes, Kenneth. That's sweet.
Do you have me on speakerphone again?
Yes, ma'am. It's just like "Charlie's Angels."
Oh, by the way, did you get
your old Halloween decorations I sent you?
Oh, yes! Thank you.
I'm looking at the kooky skeleton right now.
I love it.
You're the best mother in the whole world.
Okay. Calm down, dear.
Yes, Mother.