- Hey!
Did you know that everybody here
went out last night without us?
Oh, nerds!
Nerds?
Nerds.
- Yeah, Thursday night thunder.
That's been going on for years.
- You know about it? How come I've never been invited?
Don't you think that's a little bit rude?
- Well, I yelled "baba booey"
at Walter Cronkite's funeral,
so I actually have no idea of what's rude or not.
- Yeah, well, let me...
- but I couldn't thunder last night,
because I had to take Angie to the er.
She had some complications with her pregnancy,
so that kind of trumps your little problem.
- Ah, yeah, you're right. How is she?
- Well, she's fine, and the baby's fine,
but they put her on bed rest
till her blood pressure goes down.
- Well, listen, tray, if there's anything I can do,
please let me know.
- There's one thing.
Could you take care of Angie like a husband
until this whole ass-ache blows over?
- Absolutely not.
- What about you, k?
- I'm on it, sir!
♪ ♪
- Oh, my.
I haven't seen your brow that furrowed
since you saw that picture of Helen Mirren in a bikini.
- How is it possible? Is she a wizard?
- A question for another time, Lemon.
I was with Avery last night,
and I almost had a Nancy-related incident.
- Oh, Jack.
- Oh, nan...
Na.
- What?
- I was saying, "oh, Nana."
Have I not told you about my grandmother fetish?
Avery actually tried to get on board.
Later that night,
she put some mothballs behind her ears
and fed me peppermints.
- She is in it to win it.
- This can't go on.
I'm making a decision about Nancy and Avery today.
I'm going in the bunker.
No distractions.
I had Jonathan remove the bar
and my collection of 18th century French erotica.
- I've had to make some tough calls over the years,
switching Sheinhardt's wig production
to 100% Chinese cadaver hair,
turning down dick Cheney's offer to become King of Iraq,
selecting the brand-new logo for NBC.
It's fresh.
But this Nancy-Avery thing
is the toughest decision I've ever had to make.
- Well, I'm glad you're taking it seriously.
Although, sometimes when you try so hard to find love,
you can't see that it's been standing in front of you
the whole time. - Oh, good god.
- What did you come in here for?
Last night, I saw my entire staff out at a bar.
They go out every week and I'm never invited.
Do they not even like me?
- Oh, don't worry. It's healthy.
Bosses need to keep their distance
from their subordinates.
- Mr. Donaghy, I have to run out to Mr. Jordan's house.
I'll call you when I get there so you know I'm safe.
- No! I don't care if you're safe!
- I love you!
- After four years,
I thought I was close with these people.
I thought we were a family.
- Don't say family.
- Then I see them out at a bar without me,
giving each other windmill high-fives?
- Like in top gun.
But this is your staff. You can't let it bother you.
You could always come up here and have a drink with me,
a fellow Manager.
- Oh, great, that sounds really fun.
I'll just pour myself a drink.
Oh, I dropped my glass!
- Is that supposed to be a broom?
Anchor the handle.
Yeah.
There it is.
- This better be important. I'm in a meeting.
- Mr. Jordan,
the situation here has deteriorated.
- Great update, Ken.
Thanks for checking in. Talk to you later.
- Actually, sir,
I think you should come home.
Mrs. Jordan said she's going to turn her rings around
if she sees me again.
She wants you to come help her.
- What? But why?
You're much better at that serving stuff than I am.
- Well, your wife thinks
taking care of her should be your job
and I have to agree, sir.
You made a promise to care for her
in sickness and in health.
Don't you remember your wedding vows?
- To be honest, I couldn't really understand anything
Rick James was saying.
- Come home, Mr. Jordan.
Mrs. Jordan needs you.
- Fine, I'll be there soon.
And if you get hungry,
you can help yourself to anything in the fridge,
and once I'm there,
I'll determine how much to charge you.
- Hey, buddies.
Anybody do anything fun last night?
What about you, Frank? What did you do?
- I, uh, had a...
Doctor's appointment.
- Oh, really? For what?
- Oh, uh...
- Oh, god, it looks like the underside of an octopus!
- Hey, Liz, can I talk to you and Jenna in...
The office where everyone clips their toenails?
- Not cool, guys.
- As you guys know,
I'm getting married on may 22nd.
- You are? Still?
- Well, it was off for a while,
because my fiance was on his dad's yacht
and got captured by pirates,
but now, thanks to the a-team, he's back.
- Sure.
- He has a different energy now.
He's quieter.
But we're getting married.
- And are we still in the wedding?
- Of course.
The bridesmaids are you guys, Andy Roddick's wife,
my Dutch cousins,
and Penelope Cruz's hotter sister Monica.
- You're gonna be so out of place, Liz.
- Anyway, my mom said that if you guys
are gonna throw me a work party,
it has to be this week.
- Oh, no! Really? - Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
It's just that the schedule's really filling up
now that Aris is finally getting over
his Stockholm syndrome.
Oh, that reminds me.
You guys may have to walk down the aisle
with some pirates.
- It's just, I don't think I can plan a party this week.
I'm doing a juice fast,
and it's making me really grouchy.
Aah!
- You know what? This is perfect.
I'll have that party... Tonight,
and it'll be fun,
and you'll all see that I'm fun.
So screw both of you!
And screw everybody out here!
Liz Lemon is having a party!
♪ And they're ain't no party ♪
♪ like a Liz Lemon party ♪
♪ 'cause a Liz Lemon party is mandatory ♪
- All right, Donaghy,
follow your heart.
"Hard equations and rational thinking."
Damn you, heart.
I'm sorry, sir.
There's a minor janitor problem.
I apologize for letting a kashmiri
into your office.
- I just need five minutes of your time, Mr. Donaghy.
- Now would be a good time, actually,
to handle the janitor situation.
- But, sir, what about...
- I always say bosses should stay
deeply involved with their subordinates.
- Does this mean you're coming to my cabaret?
- Jonathan, close the door.
- Please.
So what can I do for you?
- It has been a week,
and I've heard nothing from you, sir.
Have you forgotten our agreement
about me taking over 11:30?
- I'm sorry. What?
- Five years ago, I threatened to quit
unless you got me out of the late night shift.
- Wow, other than some notable recent exceptions,
NBC never guarantees employment terms
five years in advance.
- I have a contract.
- That is my signature.
- You signed it on April 22, 2005.
- Okay, in my defense, every April 22nd,
I honor Richard Nixon's death by getting drunk
and making some unpopular decisions.
- Well, I want the earlier shift.
It's better pay and more prestigious.
Ever since I am a little boy,
I am dreaming of hosing the tonight shift.
- Okay. Uh, calm down,
uh, Khonani.
I understand that I made you a promise,
and we're going to keep it, because this is NBC...
The biggest loser network.
- So you'll fix this? Today?
- Well, this is a janitor emergency,
and I really have no choice
but to make it my number one priority.
- Good. Thank you.
Can I have those pictures
for a special book the janitors keep?
- Absolutely not.
Aah!
Good monster!
Good scary monster!
- Hey, Ken, isn't that a fun place to stand?
Oh, I forgot to warn you about my dog, Tracy senior.
I trained him to hate white people,
because, not to profile,
but most ghosts are white.
This is my boy here.
And look what Angie did to him.
She set up an invisible fence.
He gets shocked if he tries to leave the property,
just because he'd run away and cause car accidents
and impregnate neighbors' horses.
He's trapped here just like me!
- Sir, you're not trapped.
Mrs. Jordan just wants you to be here for her.
- I'm trying, Ken,
and I want to be responsible,
but I've been me for a long time.
- Well, Mrs. Jordan isn't asking for a lot.
Right now, she just has a craving
for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
- No, we're not supposed to do any sex stuff
while she's on bed rest.
Oh! Like a real one!
I'm on it!
Maybe this'll get Angie
to stop calling me irresponsible.
Just stay focused
and take this sandwich to my wife.
Nope!
I'm in a strip club! My bad!
- Hey, Jenna, if I'm expecting about 20 people tonight,
how much ice should I get?
- Oh, you don't want to mess with that stuff, Liz.
Ice has caused a lot of ods in the porn community.
Oh, you mean frozen water? I don't know.
- Well, I just don't want to forget anything.
- Don't worry. No one's expecting a lot.
- No, tonight is gonna be different.
There's gonna be booze and a karaoke machine
and that Black Eyed Peas song
they wrote for bar mitzvahs.
Jenna Maroney to the floor.
- Sure, it will.
- Hello?
- Lemon, you know Subhas,
the current first-shift janitor?
- Uh, kind of.
- According to the janitor community,
you call him frequently
regarding home toilet situations.
- No, it's not that. We're dating.
- Lemon, please.
Look, I just need his phone number.
- What does this have to do with Avery and Nancy?
- That is taking a backseat
to this janitor situation right now.
I need Subhas to step down.
- But Subhas does a great job.
- Look, five years ago,
I promised Khonani the earlier shift.
- Why would you ever promise that?
- Honestly, these immigrants have a tough life,
no health care,
and I kind of just thought he'd die
before it became a thing.
- Are you sure that you're not just using this
as an excuse to avoid your real problem?
- Lemon, this is a janitor emergency.
I need that phone number.
- Okay, let me find it.
Subhas... scrolling.
- I know you know it by heart. - 917...
- All right, Khonani,
if I've learned anything from recent experience
it's that we have to handle this next step
with Subhas very delicately.
- Oh, don't worry.
Subhas will want to leave,
spend time on his hobbies.
He collects classic car...
Cardboard.
Classic cardboard.
- Ken!
Why did you let me go to a strip club?
- I tried to stop you, sir,
but you threw your dog at me!
- This is bad, because I can't change!
I'm like a chameleon, always a lizard!
This better be a meeting, 'cause I'm important!
- Tracy, it's Liz.
I want you to know that at my party tonight,
you're off the leash.
I want to see the behavior
that got you kicked out of the inaugural ball.
- I can't, L.L.
First of all, the secret service
never gave me back my t-shirt Cannon,
and second of all,
I gotta stay home and take care of Angie!
- What? No!
Come on, you have to come. I need you.
This party has to be off the hook.
- People don't say that anymore.
They say "surf party, usa."
- Tracy, this is important.
I have to prove to my co-workers
that I am not some angry, UN-fun woman,
who doesn't deserve to be included.
- Look, Liz Lemon, I know your feelings are hurt,
but parties are like frisbees.
If you throw them the wrong way,
they'll veer off in a bad direction,
and then your kid will fall into a quarry.
- What?
- Don't throw a party for vengeance.
It will turn on you,
like your wife after your kid has fallen into a quarry.
- You know what? Fine. I don't need you.
I am gonna crush this party Liz-Lemon style.
- I don't know what to do.
A party's in trouble,
and I'm the only one that can save it,
- but your wife and unborn daughter need you here.
- I'm torn, K-Pax.
I know I should be here,
but my body's gonna take me to Liz Lemon's.
What do I do?
Put the electric dog collar on me.
- It would be my honor.
- Subhas, thank you for coming in
and for showing me your, uh, special book.
More men in it than I would have expected.
- Book is book.
- Indeed.
Uh, Subhas, you've been with us a long time,
and you've done great work here,
but we need some new blood.
I've decided that it's time for you to step aside,
and Khonani will take over at 11:30.
- No! I'm in a union!
- Well, I have a contract!
- Meeting over!
- No, no, hold on.
There's always another option.
What of we re-invent the way people
think about their nightly trash removal?
- No, thank you.
- What if the night shift just got a whole lot earlier?
Gentlemen, there is a way
for everybody to get what they want
and for me to look like a genius and a hero.
- You're bullcrapping us.
- No, I am not. I am "innoventing."
A word that I just innovented.
NBC.
It's fresh.
- Man, Tracy senior took off fast.
He did not want to live here.
- Sir, far be it from me
to question a plan this well thought out,
but what's going to keep you from just taking the collar off?
- You're gonna pour glue in the lock.
That's how my kids keep me out of the liquor cabinet.
- And, of course, I'll be here to help.
- No, Ken, there's something else you have to do...
For all of us.
Unfortunately, there's only one Tracy Jordan,
but sometimes he's needed in two places.
You're Tracy Jordan now.
Go.
Go save that party.
- Yes, sir!
- Wait. I don't walk that well.
- There he is.
How's your first day going?
- Oh, I don't know. You tell me.
- Khonani, I don't know enough about being a janitor
to understand what you're trying to tell me.
- There's no trash, Jack.
Ever since you moved Subhas to 10:00,
he takes all the trash.
No trash left for Khonani.
- Okay, well, there's a solution to this.
What if you and Subhas share 11:30?
- No, I wouldn't do that to 11:30.
- What are you talking about?
There are two people who want the same thing.
They can't both have it.
You need to make a decision.
- I can't. Damn it, I can't.
Don't you think I know what it's like
to have two amazing people
who both want the same thing? I do!
And with Nancy and Avery, I'm the thing, Khonani.
I'm the trash shift.
- That sounds very difficult.
- It's impossible. It's paralyzed me.
I just want everyone to be happy.
- It doesn't work that way.
One person's heart is going to be broken.
You have to choose.
- I'm sticking with Subhas, Khonani.
I'm sorry.
- Okay. I know that was hard for you.
And don't worry.
I have a job for me at fox...
Woods.
Foxwoods casino.
My cousin is head janitor there.
- You ought to get that cough checked out.
- This better be meetment, I'm importing.
- Mr. Jordan, it's Kenneth Parcell,
from work and friendship.
- Key, Ken.
- With all the excitement,
I forgot that Mrs. Jordan
had asked me to get her blood pressure medicine.
She left it in her car.
But, sir, her car is parked out on the street.
- Oh, my god.
- I know. It's outside the electric fence.
- Oh, my god!
I just didn't want to go outside!
It's chilly!
- I can come back. This is all my fault.
- No. This is something I have to do myself.
- You're a good husband, Mr. Jordan.
Sir, is there any chance
your dog followed me here?
- Yes. He probably picked up your scent
and is hunting you.
I suggest you cut off a finger
and throw it in the river.
- Wow, Liz.
Good work.
This looks like the post-coital suite
at the NBA all-star game.
- Thanks, Jenna.
- Well, so now that everyone's here,
maybe someone should say a few words.
Absolutely.
♪ Jimmy crack corn and I don't care ♪
- What are you doing? - Juice fast delirium, Liz.
- Um, I'm glad you could all make it
to Cerie's party.
I don't have a lot to say,
just that the bar is open
and the karaoke machine is ready to go.
- Karaoke, awesome. Yeah.
- You think I don't know what that is?
I know about Thursday night thunder
and I know that I'm not invited!
- Uh-oh.
- I deserve to be loved!
- Oh, no, she's going wide.
- I am a proud, single woman!
- How did it become about this?
- Go out the window! Save yourselves!
- I may not have a real family,
but I thought at least I had one at work,
which is not what I wanted for myself, by the way.
You think when I was a kid,
I dreamed of someday paying $1,200
for a karaoke machine
to impress a bunch of pasty losers?
- And a professional singer,
who's beautiful, but doesn't know it.
- So now let's all go around the room
and apologize to me!
- Oh, my god, this is the worst...
I had nowhere else to go!
Dog!
Dog attack!
Hmm.
Maybe this doesn't work on people.
Aah! Aah!
Oh, my neck!
My swan-like neck! Aah!
Oh!
Must... fight... through it.
Also must... Weed... Lawn!
I made it.
I'm on the other side.
I'm free.
I can go anywhere I want...
Like Liz's party
or one of those places
where you skydive over a huge fan.
Hmm... maybe it doesn't work on people any...
Aah! It still does!
Aah!
- Why is that thing following you?
- Hunting me!
Electric collar!
- There's no fire escape in this room!
- Why are we even here?
You make us show up, you start yelling,
and then we get attacked by a dog!
- And Cerie didn't even come.
That's just a cardboard cutout of her.
- But I rescued her.
- Quiet! Quiet! Everybody shut up!
We need to figure out what we're gonna do.
- Oh, really? Now I'm a part of the group?
Now you like me because you're in trouble
and you need someone to bail you out?
- Yes, that's exactly why we like you.
- We love you. You solve our problems.
That's what you're good at.
So what if you're not fun at parties?
- Yeah. You know who's fun at parties?
Paris Hilton, Andy dick, Tracy,
and they're all gonna burn in hell.
- Oh, god!
If you deliver me from this,
I promise every Sunday for the rest of my life,
I'll go to...
Huh?
I'm through it.
Pizza hut.
I'll go to pizza hut. Ha!
- Look, if this is a family,
that makes you the mom,
and you don't want to go out drinking with your mom.
- You want mommy to make the monsters go away.
- Oh, please - come on!
- Everything's gonna be all right.
Oh. Okay, Tracy senior,
let's see what you've got.
Aah!
Oh! Aah!
Run! Run, my losers!
Aah!
- Great party, Liz.
- Everybody take some cupcakes!
Aah!
- Hi, Subhas.
I have an extra headshot I was gonna throw out,
unless you want it for something.
- No! You're not book!
- Why? What am I doing wrong?
- Wanting to be book is not book.
- Mm...
- So you solved your janitor thing.
Now back to Nancy and Avery?
Top gun high-five for courage?
- Only because you look like you need it so badly.
- I'm fine with that.