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.

Hey, can I borrow sixty bucks? I'm going to meet Frank and Lutz at Scores.

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

Kenneth: But why would you want to cut your hair? You look exactly as I imagine Mary Magadalene to be.
Jenna: Thank you, but I am a selfless person who can't get arrested in this town!
Pete: I already explained that: that was a police sketch of a flasher who happened to look like Tracy... we hope.

It's a massacre! I can't go back to teaching high school math. Those girls pretend they're not women, but they are.

Jack: Jenna's Dead.
Pete: I don't feel anything. What is wrong with me?

[on what the crew holds back from Liz] Farts, for one thing.

Another actor? Why? They have so many feelings and opinions!

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.

The more people you add, the less effective it is. Like a neighborhood dad garage band.

Pete: Happy?
Liz: No, not since I was a child.

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