[to Danny] Why didn't you tell me? I had Tracy playing Josh Groban last week!

Also, there is no internet or Spectravision in the hotel rooms, so plan ahead gentlemen. Porn-wise.

[to Liz] OK, smile ... with your mouth ... wave ... like a human being!

[to Liz] Donuts and bed? What are you depressed about, or celebrating?

Pete: Take out from Hooters!
Frank: That makes no sense.
Pete: We'll know they touched it!

Liz: I can't believe you bet your wedding ring.
Pete: I know. Weird thing is... I had money left.

Toofer: He's an imbecile.
Pete: Well, he's our imbecile now.

While you were talking, I put a thumb tack in my neck. Makes me feel something.

Liz: No one can find out about this ...
Cerie: Find out about what?
Liz: Pete's stealing money!
Pete: Liz's uterus fell out!
Cerie: I think I already knew that.

Pete: So, first you thought he was illiterate and now you think he's lazy? Liz, you are racist.
Liz: No, Tracy took advantage of my white guilt, which is supposed to be used only for good, like over-tipping and supporting Barack Obama.

Pete: Oh my god! Wha... what are you wearing?!
Frank: You're making me gay.
Liz: It's a joke, obviously. I'm wearing this as a joke. Bunch of comedy writers don't know a joke, jeez. [goes to her office]
Frank: I just threw up in my mouth.
Liz: I said it's a joke!

Jenna: You know, I have to admit, I kinda like that Tracy Jordan is no longer the only movie star on TGS. Maybe I'll finally start getting some respect around here.
Frank: What's up, flabby butt? You look weird today... Hey Pete, you want to see a comic book with pregnant zombie nuns?
Pete: Yes, I do.