30 Rock (2006–2013): Season 7, Episode 10 - Florida - full transcript

Jack and Liz go to Florida, where they find out a shocking secret about Jack's late mother, and Hazel sues the network for sexual harassment.

Really, Bev? Thank you so much.
That is wonderful news.

"Wonderful news"?

The last time I said that
was when my pet gnus

learned the true meaning of Christmas.

Classic Tracy...
You'll miss this.

Anyway, that was one
of the adoption agencies

we're working with,

and they may have a kid
who's perfect for us.

He's a three-year-old boy
from Transylvania.

Stay with me.
His name is Dracul.

Hear me out.



He is a hemophiliac
with a sleep disorder.

Children change everything.

Right now you can do what you want,

but once you have kids,

you have to be on their schedule,

watch their cartoons,

and touch their poop.

Tracy, you still do whatever you want.

That's right, I do.

But you don't.

So have fun while you can.

Be spontaneous.
You know, stop being yourself.

I'm spontaneous.

For instance, I started talking



before I had an example
of how I'm spontaneous.

Nice haul, Mr. CEO.
Did you get my gift?

I assume it was the bottle of wine

with the card, reading, "dear doritos,

"what about just selling bags
full of your dust?

I could put it
on chicken or fish."

Obviously,
there was a mix-up.

I wrote you a very heartfelt note

that said, "congratulations
on becoming CEO.

Do you know anyone
at Doritos?"

Well, I'm not CEO yet.

The board has
to rubber-stamp me.

There'll be a party for me
later this week.

Then I have to drive around
with my headlights off

until someone flashes me.

Then I have to...
Well, it's not important.

In the meantime,
I'm tying up some loose ends.

I'm heading down to Florida
this afternoon

to take care of my mother's estate.

Fittingly, she left everything
to her live-in nurse, Martha...

The house I paid for, the silver,

my grandfather's purple heart.

It's terrible what alcoholism
can do to the body.

She really didn't leave you anything?

That's not very nice.
I loved my mother, Lemon...

Obviously, because
of Stockholm syndrome.

But she was, on her best day,
a miserable old crone

whose only joy came
in sharing her unhappiness

with others, even in death.

She is the only person in the world

to have sarcastic last words.

"I just want you
to be 'happy'."

Mother, how I "miss" you.

Anyway, I thought you might like
to come to Florida with me.

I can get you a V.I.P. pass

to Universal's Harry Potter world.

Okay, I am not some kind
of "nerdery" slut.

I like Star Wars.

Lemon, I'm not relishing this trip.

It would be nice
to have someone with me.

- Are you coming or not?
- Yes. I am.

How's that for spontaneous...
Florida on a work day?

To that store

that sells long-sleeve
S.P.F. shirts!

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Hey, I need somebody
to sign for this water.

No, you need a nobody
to sign for that water.

We're on TV.

Okay, then who's in charge?

Well, Liz, but she's in Florida.

Or Pete, but he went
to a line producers' convention

in Albany.

I saw him pack a wig.

Tracy, does this mean we're in charge?

Where do you want the water?

I'm sorry.
Where is Liz Lemon?

She's out of the office.

Is there anything
we could help you with?

We've got about...
Ten minutes

before we've got to go watch shopping.

Well, this does affect the two of you.

I'm Martin Lutherking
from NBC's in-house counsel.

A former TGS employee
has filed a harassment lawsuit

against this production
and both of you individually.

Complainant is seeking damages
in the amount

of $50 million.

Hold my calls, giant bee.

I assume you know this woman.

- Wassername!
- What's her name?

So these are the things
your mother wanted you to have.

The baby shoe she found
after that fire.

God, she loved looting.

Colleen was such a lovely woman.

Thank you, Martha,
but you don't have to do that.

I mean, you knew Colleen.

And there's so much I miss...

Her kindness, her laugh.

Her laugh, of course.

She was the happiest person I ever met.

Sure.

Remind me of some of the happy things

my mother would do.

You know, tell jokes...

And the pranks!

Her nickname here
was Mrs. Silly.

Tell me, Martha,

how long did you work
for my mother exactly?

I'm sorry.

What the hell was that?

She'll miss Colleen's laughter?

That woman clearly didn't even
know my mother.

This is a scam.

She took advantage of an old lady.

I saw this on Dateline.

Next, we'll be holding hands
in adjacent bathtubs.

Or maybe that was a Cialis
commercial... it's all a blur.

I'm calling the police.

Thank you for calling
Florida emergency services.

If this is regarding
an anaconda in a crawl space,

press 1.

If a sinkhole full
of Indian bones has appeared

in your living room, press 2.

If you want to know
why JAG wasn't on this week,

press 3.

If your shabbos goy...

Why can't we just cut this state adrift

and let it crash into Cuba?

We'll just solve this
ourselves, like that woman

on Dateline who tried to solve
her sister's murder,

then disappeared.

But we won't go scuba-diving
with the husband.

Lemon, when Martha comes back,

I'll distract her
while you sneak around

and go through her things.

It's a caper!
Who's spontaneous now, Tracy?

Okay, start from the beginning.

Well, the plaintiff's
deposition alleges that...

No, further back.

What kind of dinosaur
was your grandfather?

The plaintiff alleges that there is

a widespread culture
of depravity here at TGS...

Sexual harassment, intimidation,
threats of violence.

Her deposition is very gross.

I'm going to use this doll to show you

what Tracy and Jenna did to me.

No, no, no!

Yes.

She's lying like a rug.

"Rug" is an offensive term
for Persians that I made up.

We would never do that to a page...

Maybe that tall Asian one.

Yeah, Miranda.

Her hair is so thick and black.

Please don't include me in this.

Look, legal views this
as a frivolous lawsuit.

Hazel Wassername, aka Richard Drench,

has a long history
of suing former employers.

So all we need is for everyone
who works at TGS

to sign this affidavit

saying that they have never witnessed

or been party
to any inappropriate behavior.

I once played a lawyer in a movie,

so I know all about winning
your son's love back

thanks to a magic camera.

Yes, movies are terrible.

Well, don't worry.
We'll get everyone to sign.

We really don't want this
to go to court

for a number of reasons.

You two could be personally
liable for any damages.

Hank Hooper hates any type
of negative publicity like this.

And I didn't super-duper finish
law school.

So...

I'm sorry about that.

I just miss your mother so much.

She was an angel that fell from heaven.

Yes.

So was Lucifer.

Do you have a bathroom I could use?

Down at the end of the hall.

I may be in there a while
because I have

a gluten thing that turns
my business white.

Just go!

So, Martha, tell me
some more funny Colleen stories.

Colleen had two night tables?

Kama sutra?

Who is "M"?

Shmesbians!

Where are my manners?
This is Florida.

Let me boil up a pot of hot gatorade.

Is blue okay?

Jack, bedroom...

Lies.
Martha's been telling me

Colleen loved children and animals.

The only animal Colleen
ever bought me was a myna bird

who was later revealed to be
Colleen's personal spy.

I told that bird everything.

No, Jack, it's not a scam.

I think Martha and Colleen
were... together.

- Have you lost your mind?
- It's a thing.

Men die first,
and these older women are alone

and turn to each other
for companionship,

like my Aunt Linda
and her roommate, Jean.

But they weren't lesbians.

My God, of course they were!

Lemon, listen to what you're saying.

Colleen Donaghy was gay?

She stopped watching the bruins

because Derek Sanderson's
mustache made him look,

"like he takes his sandwich
with a pickle."

They shared a bed, Jack...
A sleep number bed,

set to two drastically different
firmness levels.

Only an insane person would do that

if they were sleeping alone.

Insane!

Martha tricked Colleen into thinking

she was her friend,

and of course two friends
can share a bed.

For example, Abraham Lincoln
and his roommate,

Joshua fry speed,
slept in the same bed together

until Joshua died from dancing
too long at a party.

The gatorade's on.

While we're waiting,
I DVR'd a documentary

about the woman who designed
all of pat summitt's blazers.

Kenneth, we have a sign affidavit

regarding this Hazel situation

from everyone on the TGS crew
except you.

Look, I get it.

I know how former lovers
can have a hold over you

long after they're gone.

In some ways, I'm still pinned

under a passed-out
Harvey Weinstein,

and it's Thanksgiving.

But the truth is,
Hazel is gone, Ken Jennings,

and to prove it, we hid a camera
on a gigolo friend of ours

and asked him to seduce Hazel.

Sloppy Rodney...
Do you know him?

He has syphilis.

Hey, baby, you want to get down?

Sloppy Rodney?

It's me, Richard Drench.

I remember that ass.

Please stop.

Hazel isn't the reason
I won't sign that affidavit.

The truth is, I have seen
a lot of inappropriate things

here at TGS,

and I don't want to lie about it.

What's the big deal?

Lying is easy.

For example, there isn't
a hole in my pocket

I keep touching my penis through.

See? Easy.

Not for me, sir.

I've lost a lot this past year.

I went from being a page to a janitor.

My girlfriend dumped me.

The only thing I have left
is my integrity.

Now, you both know
I would do anything for you.

But I want you to think long and hard

before you ask me
to sign that affidavit,

because you'd be making me
give up who I am.

- Whatever. Sign it.
- Sign it.

I apologize.

We never had the need for
a second bedroom around here.

This is usually where I store

my woodworking tools
and the pottery I make.

What's the problem, Lemon?

They're just lumpy flowers.

Now, I don't know who usually
sleeps on which side,

so I put a strawberry calcium chew

on both night tables for you, Liz.

We're coworkers,
Ms. Edwards.

We're not...
No, no, no.

I'm sorry.
I just assumed...

That's quite all right.

A lot of people are making
wild assumptions today.

Our relationship is purely platonic,

if Plato had an elderly,
shut-in aunt.

You know what Plato did have?

A gay relationship with Socrates.

Lemon, the only way
you're like Socrates

is you have the body hair
of a Greek man.

Are you sure you aren't married?

'Cause this seems pretty married.

Siri, find me the nearest hotel.

Finding hookers.
Is that right?

You don't want to go out.

The Vietnam vets
are starting to retire,

and they get antsy at night
around all these palm trees.

No, that's all right.

We can sleep together,

because there's nothing weird
about two friends sharing a bed,

- right, Jack?
- Of course not.

Your pajamas have a turtleneck.

They're from the L.L. Bean

maritime professional collection.

So what way do you want

to totally normally sleep together?

Face-to-face,
or butt-to-butt?

Careful...
Old mattress.

It goes without saying, Lemon,

that nothing will happen
in this bed tonight,

and I am referring,
of course, to your...

Digestive failings.

I'd laugh, but I'm trying not to do

the thing that you just referred to.

Why didn't anything
ever happen between us?

Good God, Lemon.

If you're trying to conjure
my mother's ghost,

you could just shake a jar of coins

while praising Jimmy Carter.

No, I'm not saying
I wanted something to happen.

But why didn't something happen?

We've spent a lot of time together.

We've been drunk together
and day-drunk together

and on the rebound at the same time,

and also, you're kind of a slut.

I did sleep with Jenna a lot
during season three.

If I were a different person,

would you have hit on me?

I understand
what you're getting at, Lemon.

There was a particularly
youth-oriented priest

in my childhood parish who
went after everybody but me...

Even fat Ralph, and he ate his boogers.

I felt so unpretty.

No, this isn't about appearance, Jack.

Did nothing ever happen between us

because I'm not fun?

Good God, Lemon.

Obviously, our relationship,
however you define it...

Mentor/mentee...

Sister-ployee/work oracle...

Is more interesting
than some dating scenario.

And obviously, to ruin what we have

with a tawdry,
yet expert sexual encounter

would've been a mistake.

Obviously, but is it
the kind of mistake

that I should have made?

Tracy told me I haven't lived.

You're allowing Tracy to criticize

your life choices...
Tracy Jordan?

Now what?

But he's right.

I haven't done anything impulsive ever.

I don't have any tattoos
or broken bones.

I've never been high,

except for that choir trip to Montreal

where I accidentally ate
a pound of marijuana.

Also, maybe I was
never attracted to you

because you're the kind
of person who finds a way

to talk about herself while
lying in my dead mother's bed.

Okay.

Well, for the record, it's mutual.

I wasn't exactly chomping at the bit

to be with a middle-aged man
with crippling mommy issues.

First of all,
it's "champing" at the bit.

Horses champ.

And second of all, I'm not going
to fight in bed with a woman

I'm not even having sex with.

Why? Is it weird?

Of course it's weird.

- Lincoln was super gay.
- Thank you.

And I don't even want to think
about my mother.

And I know those pots aren't flowers.

They're my mother's vagina.

Jay-Mo, I like to flouring a
joke about bjork's swan dress...

Tired.

I've seen dresses

that look fly,

but never dresses that can fly.

I couldn't sleep at all last night.

I've got this weird,
sick feeling in my stomach.

Me too.

It's the same feeling I got in 1997

when that jury foreman
looked at me and said,

"guilty!"

And I had to close my water park.

I forgot to make an opening
at the end of the slide.

Is that what this is...
Guilt?

I don't think so.

I mean, what have we done
to feel guilty about?

We don't care that
we made Kenneth lie, right?

No! Come on!
It's Kenneth.

Although he has been acting
a little different

since yesterday.

What?
Did I miss a spot?

I don't care.

All I care about is which jazz club

I'm going to tonight.

He's broken.

Good morning, Jack.

You sleep okay?

Colleen's myna bird told me
you spent the night in the car.

I slept fine.

Before you leave,
I wanted you to have this.

That was taken at the wrap party

for our community center's
production of Grease.

Your mother was Sandy.

Well, the fourth Sandy.

The first three died
falling off the car

during "Summer lovin'."

I don't know the last time
I saw her so happy.

I'm glad she had you
to, take care of her.

Lemon?

Jack, you need to come
to Orlando and pick me up.

I'm in Harry Potter world jail.

Kenneth Parcell isn't signing
your precious affidavit.

That is a Christmas card
from my estranged daughter.

Tell him, Ken.

If you've ever experienced
anything inappropriate at work,

just tell the truth.

Well, sir...

No, Kenneth, you have
something in your teeth.

I'm just trying to lick it off.

Let me do it.
I'm your friend.

Want to see a porno my cousin is in?

To close a very important deal,

I'm going to need
to loan you to David Geffen

for the weekend.

Why do I even take birth control pills

if I'm always gonna be alone?

You might as well take them, Kenneth.

You take them!

Take them!

Now, for days
that weren't my birthday...

Get me Philadelphia.

'Cause I wanted to sound cool,
okay, Tucker?

Fine, get me Gary Derekson.

Well, I did it.

I tried to live life, and it sucked.

I came here without studying
the park map beforehand,

which is how I ended up in a long line

that turned out to just be
a crowd of people

watching two owls have sex.

Then the park started to fill up,

but, I'm being spontaneous,
so I tried to cut the line

for the flight of the hippogriff,

which is when Duncan here caught me.

What is the point, Jack?

I am who I am,
and I'm never gonna change.

I'll die full of regrets,

like that time I sat
next to Richard Grieco

on an airplane and just let him
read his Hustlers

without ever telling him I was a fan.

Lemon, you're wrong.

People can change.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe when you're 85,

you'll find a reason to do something

totally out of character.

After all, that's what Colleen did.

Not to make this about me,

but are you admitting that I was right

about your mother's
late-in-life lez-out?

I just can't believe it.

I know, and a woman
of color too... good for her.

No, not that.
I can't believe she was happy.

She was Mrs. silly.

- Sketch idea.
- At the end,

when she said she just wanted me
to be happy,

I thought she was being sarcastic,

because when I was growing up,
I thought people

who wanted to be happy were weak...

Hippies, Italians,
kindergarten teachers.

What am I supposed to do with this?

I don't know how to be happy.

What are you talking about?

That is enough
of your black Irish nonsense.

Of course you're happy.

It's never been the goal, Lemon.

The goal has always been
money or prestige

or, when playing hockey, the goal.

Jack, in an hour, you are
flying to New York City

on a private jet
to a party celebrating you

as Kabletown's next CEO.

It's everything you've ever wanted.

And Colleen is looking down
on you right now,

and you're happier
than you've ever been.

Of course I am.

Hello, Beverly.

It's just Bev, Liz.

My mother died while naming me.

Well, I do have an opportunity
for an immediate placement.

Really?
Okay.

There is one issue.

It's two children...
A brother and a sister,

and we don't want to split them up.

Two?
Boy, that wasn't our plan.

I know.
It's a lot to take on.

Why don't you discuss it

with that little action figure
you're married to?

No, no, we'll do it.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, we'll take them.

We'll take both kids.

There you are, Liz.

I'm on my way up to see Jack,

but as long as I'm still CEO,
I want to say two things.

One, did you get a little sun?
You're glowing.

And two, because of the lawsuit
and the P.R. nightmare

and the den of sin you've built here,

I have to go ahead and cancel TGS.

Next Friday is your last show.

Great news, Liz.

Kenneth doesn't have
different hair anymore.

Liz?
Liz?

I showed up without a bra one day,

and I was viciously harassed
until I put on a shirt.

I once saw Kenneth Parcell naked.

It was horrible.

His body is just a smooth beige tube

with a head.

Frank Rossitano was always trying

to give me pornography

that I had given him
in the first place.

I mean, what a re-gifter.

There were these
two African-American giants

that were always pressuring me

to join their book club.

Can have please a glass with water?
Thank you.

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