Come on in, Tracy.
Yo, is this about that little redheaded intern?
'Cause she asked me to take it out.
No, no, no.
I wanted to invite you to join me
at a charity golf tourney that Don Geiss is hosting
at his country club in Old Saybrook.
I'm not familiar with about half the words in that sentence.
How about you come with me to a big party in Connecticut
and meet Don Geiss?
Is that the gay guy from "Project Runway"?
No.
He's the C. E.O. of this corporation...
the big man.
The dude from my checks?
The dude from your checks,
and a good person for you to know.
A'ight, sure. Thanks for inviting me.
Oh, hey, false alarm.
It turns out she asked him to take it out.
Oh, hey.
I see you in CT, Jackie D.
What's that about?
I've invited him to join me
at a G. E. charity golf tournament in Connecticut.
Was Courtney Love not available?
Liz, all the VPs will be angling to golf with Don Geiss,
but my partner will be Tracy Jordan,
his grandchildren's favorite movie star.
Geiss will absolutely choose us, and that's a big deal
because being in a foursome with this man
can change your life.
You might want to rephrase that.
Golf with Geiss means four hours of face time
with a man you normally only get 20 minutes with.
Which one is Geiss again... the bald one?
No.
That one.
Where did that come from?
Painted it myself.
Wow, that's really good.
You want one? Consider it done.
All right, thanks.
ß Simply the best ß
ß Mmm, mmm, mmm ß
Did anybody see Condoleezza on "Meet the Press" yesterday?
She always sounds so terrified.
She's always like,
"The president has a plan for Iran,
and we are currently adhering to that plan."
Hey, Frank, wake up.
You're not allowed to sleep through the topical meeting.
Dude, I'm exhausted.
I stayed up all night watching a "Designing Women" marathon.
Oh, my God. Me too.
Yeah, at first I hated it, and then I liked it,
and then I hated it again, and then I got horny,
and then I fell asleep.
Yeah, well, focus up. We have a lot of work to do.
Lutz, not while we're working.
? Quién me dio esto?
Oh, I'm sorry, Teresa. Oh, God.
Sorry, sorry, sí. Sorry.
Okay maybe something about the midterm elections?
Hey, what about my "Dancing With the Hobos" sketch?
I didn't like it two weeks ago
when it was called "America's Next Top Hobo,"
and I didn't like it a month ago
when it was called "Hobo Eye for the Straight Guy."
"Deal Or No Hobo?"
Hey, Lutz, why don't you approach your job
with the same creativity and excitement you have
for all-you-can-eat buffets?
Ooh.
Okay, the van to take you up to Connecticut
will be leaving at noon,
and once you get up to the golf course,
you'll be working in pairs.
So, Tim and Shyla, Amy and Becca,
Kenneth and Grace, and Eric and Pat.
Okay, have fun. Don't get drunk.
Buddy up.
Mr. Hornberger? Yeah.
Grace and I cannot work together. Why not?
We have a past... a romantic past.
Well, Grace, it's been a pleasure talking to you.
Grace Park, you know this can't happen.
We're pages.
I just don't want to disgrace the peacock.
Oh, Kenneth.
If you're worried about disgracing
the National Broadcasting Company,
you're too late.
Look, Grace,
this is obviously incredibly awkward for both of us,
but let's just try to be professional.
Your peacock earrings look nice. Doggone it, Grace.
I just don't know myself around you.
Hello, gentlemen.
Welcome to the 9th Annual Cure Diabetes Now Golf Tournament.
Has Don Geiss arrived yet?
No, sir, but if you'd like, we could work out a signal
so I could let you know when he does arrive.
Like...
That won't be necessary.
I'll probably just do it, anyway.
That cold open you guys wrote last night
came out really good.
Oh, thanks. It was like pulling teeth.
They're so lazy sometimes, especially Lutz.
Good job whipping him into shape.
That thing is really smart.
Now, when Dennis Hastert farts,
should that be live or prerecorded?
Live, live... It has to be live for the timing.
Yeah, I thought so, too.
Look at these guys.
Yeah, they like you.
They're very good
at sensing debilitating loneliness in a person.
Maybe you want to adopt one.
Oh, I can't. I'm allergic to anything warm and adorable.
I'm sick of it.
I'm doing my job, and she just shoots me down
in front of everybody.
I don't care if she's the boss. Liz is a Grade-A...
Runt! What?
This kitten... he's such a runt.
I'm gonna name you "Runty."
You're such a little raging little runt.
Come on, Runty. Come on.
Jack, how are you?
Ted, Amanda, so nice to see you.
This is Tracy Jordan.
Ted here is the head of our commercial aviation division.
You need to hook me up with one of them helicopters.
Absolutely. I'd be happy to arrange for you to take a ride.
Nah, I don't want to get in it.
I want to blow it up and run away from it in slow motion.
Pleasure to have met you.
Damn straight. I'm delightful.
You're doing great. Everybody loves you.
In season 5, when Delta was really packing it on...
glorious.
We need to fire Lutz.
What? Why? What happened?
He called me the worst name ever.
What did he call you?
I'm not gonna repeat it. That's how much I hate it.
Fat can? No.
Mouth hooker? No.
Monster bitch. Hatchet face.
No! It...
The one that rhymes
with the name of your favorite Todd Rundgren album.
It rhymes with "Hermit of Mink Hollow"?
No!
Oh. Oh, boy.
Well, you know, he was probably just blowing off steam.
You can't fire a guy for cursing.
I'm not upset by cursing.
I love cursing. I love it.
But this word is not acceptable
because there's nothing you can call a guy back.
There is no male equivalent to this word.
Well, why don't we come up with one,
and then you can call him that?
Like, um, "muncus."
"Fungdark."
I'm serious, you guys.
You're just in reaction right now.
You need to just take a few hours and calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down, you fungdark.
Yeah, you're right. It doesn't work.
I don't know. I think Liz is right about this.
Lutz has been totally slacking off
since his grandma died.
What?! Why didn't you guys tell me?
I thought you knew and you were just being a...
you know, that word Lutz called you.
Wait. Are you saying that I am like that sometimes?
Um... Uh...
And they thought my sister couldn't even have a baby,
so she's really excited.
Oh, he's adorable.
Okay, we're at the bottom of page 2.
Hey, look, everybody.
Sherlock Homo is here to solve the case of the gay sweater.
I'm telling you, guys.
Watching that isn't gonna get us out of here any faster.
Oh, my God. I am.
I'm a total...
Runt! Runt!
I lost my kitten.
Has anyone seen my runt?
Runt! Runt!
Bringing Tracy Jordan was a smart move, Jack.
He's the hit of the party.
You got that right, my friend.
Tomorrow I'm gonna be in an intense 6-hour foursome
with three other men, and one of them will be Don Geiss,
and he's gonna get all my attention,
and you're just gonna sit back and watch.
Excuse me.
You know the army be messing with the sun.
That's why I keep my junk covered.
Once that stuff get in your hang, you're done.
Would you excuse us for a moment, please?
What's going on? It's game time.
Jack, you handsome son of a gun!
This guy gets younger every time I see him!
No, you're the one.
Oh, hair like a Viking. God bless you.
Don, I want you to meet my friend Tracy Jordan.
Tracy Jordan? God, this is exciting.
My grandchildren just love your movies.
Thank you so much for being here
and supporting diabetes research.
Hey, I feel you. Messed-up sugar runs in my family, too.
So, how's your short game?
We'll find out tomorrow.
This guy spends so much time in the sand
that his nickname should be "Fallujah."
That's humorous.
Hey, how come you don't hire more black people around here?
Beg your pardon?
How come there's no black people here?
Black people can't make light bulbs?
No, actually, we have an award-winning diversity program.
How come it's just me and Carlton over there?
I believe Tracy's referring to Carlton,
the straitlaced brother from "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,"
1990 through 1996, on NBC.
Are we having fun or what?
My associate's name is Francis Callier,
and he's a lawyer.
Excuse me.
So, what time does this golf thing kick off tomorrow?
It doesn't matter now, Tracy.
We're not in Geiss' foursome, thanks to you.
What? I can't help it if he got mad.
You know me. I'm gonna say what's on my mind, Jack.
No, not in here, you don't.
I wanted you to entertain these people,
not publicly humiliate them.
I'm supposed to just be a funny black man
who says funny things.
No, I wanted you to discuss
your astounding medical breakthroughs.
Okay, uh, bartender, could you bring me a Mustang Melon
and a bag of barbecue potato chips?
'Cause apparently I'm only here to be a stereotype.
Could you keep your voice down, please?
You're embarrassing yourself.
No, I'm not embarrassing myself. I'm embarrassing you.
And guess what, Jack. I'm just getting started.
Son, I wasn't joking about those chips.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
What do you want to do about Lutz?
Should I call him into my office?
I think we should wait on that.
Really? Okay. What you got?
Aha. I made something for the writers.
Brisket!
No, it's two dozen cupcakes
with melted mini candy bars in the middle.
Mmm. Oh, I get it.
You're trying to be nice now 'cause of what Lutz said.
No, I'm not trying to be nice. I am nice.
I'm a nice person, you bald, gangly...
I'm gonna try harder. I'm gonna try to be nice.
I sure hope Mr. Jack plays his game good today.
Otherwise, he whups my ass right well when we get home.
Ain't that right, Mr. Jack?
You know, Ted, Kenneth here
is one of our most promising young pages.
He knows everything there is to know about the business.
I studied TV theory at Kentucky Mountain Bible College.
I studied fried chicken at the school of hard knocks.
Ain't that right, Mr. Jack?
You still here?
I'm ridiculous. I'm black.
I may even be ugly.
But, thank God, I'm here!
I'm here, and nothing but them can keep me from it!
Oh, oh, I'm so sorry, Liz.
I'm so sorry. I thought I turned it off.
No, Toofer. Take the call.
Come on. This isn't Hitler's bunker.
That would make me Hitler.
What? This is the new me. Do you like the new me?
And before you answer... Super Balls!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, awesome!
What a fun boss you have, right?
Would you like me to do a tap dance
for you and your big-time friends, Mr. Jack?
Or I could run around while y'all throw rocks at me.
Kenneth, play this hole for me, would you?
Come with me.
What are you doing?
Payback.
The way you treated me. You used me.
God, it's like dating Katie Couric all over again.
I didn't use you.
I created a situation
that could have been mutually beneficial, and you blew it.
If you can't handle Tracy Jordan,
don't invite Tracy Jordan.
This is what I do. I drop truth bombs.
I don't care about Don Geiss. I'm a movie star!
Oh, my.
No, no. You were a movie star.
You haven't gotten a movie made in over two years,
and you know why?
Because of your truth bombs. Remind me, Tracy.
What did you tell the president of Warner Brothers?
I told him he could suck it. And the president
Told her she could kiss my delicious ass.
And how's that working for you?
Yeah, I thought so.
Hey, why don't you play the game with me?
Like it or not, guys like Geiss run everything,
including movie studios,
and we could be playing golf with him right now instead of Ted,
who's best known for getting caught
using a corporate credit card at a gay strip club!
I'm sorry, Amanda. You were bound to find out, eventually.
Where is everybody?
Oh, they all had personal problems
they had to take care of.
Go, go.
If I thought I'd left my coffee maker on,
I wouldn't be able to focus, either.
No, no, I get it.
Everyone should see "Mamma Mia!" before it closes.
What kind of sinus stuff?
I'm just having some weird sinus stuff.
Okay, go home.
And then I sent Lutz and Frank out to get us some pizzas,
and they never came back.
So you're finishing up everyone's rewrites by yourself?
That's not right.
Yes, but at least I know that nobody hates me today.
You think Jack Donaghy sits up there
and worries if people are saying bad things about him?
It's different for women. I don't think it is.
Sometimes people hate their bosses. Big deal.
But you got to stick up for yourself.
Because if you don't, they'll take advantage of you.
Oh, hey. Could I borrow 60 bucks?
I'm going to meet Frank and Lutz at Scores.
So I founded
the Don Geiss Diabetes Research Foundation,
which is why you're all here tonight.
Gwen and I really hope
you'll be as generous with your checkbooks
as you were on the links today with your scorekeeping.
Thank you.
What's he doing?
Excuse me.
I know I wasn't asked to say anything,
but I would like to share my experience with you.
When my daughter Shahita was born,
she had chubby arms and legs and a big, bald head.
I mean, she looked like my Uncle Rupert in a diaper.
By the time she was 5, she was 87 pounds.
I mean, she could eat.
But then when she was around 8 years old,
I remember it was Easter.
We stayed up all night the night before,
watching Bible movies and eating Fiddle Faddle.
But I remember the next day, it was Easter Sunday.
She threw up right in the middle of the Jaguar dealership.
She was mad sick.
And I carried her all the way to St. Luke's-Roosevelt.
And the doctor said she had diabetes.
I get very upset because I think I was the cause of that
due to my ignorance of nutrition.
And I promised Sha that night
that I was gonna dedicate all my efforts
to raise awareness...
and finding a cure.
And I just hope that all of you will join me.
Thank you.
Unbelievable! Record donations.
I can't thank you enough.
Jack, I'm gonna be on the Vineyard next month.
I want you and Tracy to come up,
and we'll talk about getting you back in the movie business.
I'll set that up, sir. Okay.
Tracy, bring your daughter.
That's a deal.
Thanks again, gents.
Congratulations, Tracy, and welcome to the grown-up world.
Yeah. I don't have a daughter.
Let's have a casting session on Monday.
Grace...
there is something that I must say to you,
but my words cannot suffice.
So to quote Mr. Jerry Maguire...
"You make me a complete person."
When you said "hello," you had me.
My wife needs her sweater.
Ow!
Yes, sir!
You're watching the "Designing Women" marathon
on Nick@Night.
Sir, you may be right.
I may not be capable of understanding normal thinking,
because I think a woman is just as powerful as a man.
And until you learn to respect me,
you had better learn to stay out of my way
'cause this is my house.
This is my house.
Staying up all night rewriting "The Amazing Hobo."
Oh, you fat nerd.
Good morning, Lemon.
Hey, Jack. Come on!
You stay up all night?
How can you tell?
This is the men's room.
Ohh!
Did you win your golf parade?
Even better.
Next weekend, Tracy and I
are going to double-team Don Geiss with our big ideas.
Oh, you're so weird.
Now, get out of here. I have to yell at my staff.
Because I am not just feminine. I also can project my power.
Hey, it's Nancy McKeon's birthday today.
Oh, that's cool.
Didn't you bake us anything?
Hey, I thought you were gonna bring snickerdoodles in.
That's the only reason I showed up.
I mean, you can't promise snickerdoodles
and then not bring any.
That's not cool.
Listen up, everybody.
Listen to me! Listen!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
There will be no more baked goods,
no more walking all over me.
I was here all night doing your work,
but at 3:30 this morning,
I happened to see this episode of "Designing Women."
And when it came on again at 5:30, I taped it.
And I want you all to watch very closely
because it sums up so perfectly what I want to say to you.
What do I hit..."Input"?
Is there a "TV/VCR" button?
What is "Aux"?
Hey, can I go now?
Hang on. I want your full attention!
Why is it making that noise?
Oh.
Ooh.
Oh.
Okay, never mind.
But I want to say something to all of you.
I am the boss here,
and sometimes that's gonna make me unpopular.
But the point is,
I know what you called me, Lutz.
Oh.
I'm sorry that I said that.
Please don't make me move back to Alaska, Liz.
I hate it there.
You can stay.
But if you ever...
if any of you ever call me that horrible word again,
I will fire you,
and you will never alter drapes in Atlanta again,
because you do not cross a Sugarbaker woman!
I'm so tired.
I'm so tired, you guys.
All right, champ.
It's nani time.