Jack: Jenna, Sheinhardt-Universal does not want to release the picture.
Jenna: And how will that affect my Oscar chances?
Jack: Adversely.

Jenna: Do you need a sex tape released? 'Cause I got a weird one; it's night vision and you can see that his buddy is robbing me.
Jack: No, Jenna, I want you on the PR warpath. If there's a red carpet, I want you on it talking up the movie, starting Monday.
Jenna: The Kid's Choice Awards? Fine, I'll set aside my feud with Raven-Symoné for one day, but she knows what she did.

Liz: Before I go, could I at least find out what Frank's hat says.
Jack: "Constant Craving."
Liz: He could do better!

Jack: You being dead is the best thing that ever happened to this movie. Jenna, I wanna Tupac you.
Jenna: Fine, but I have to pee first!
Jack: No. No, no, no, no. Tupac Shakur, the rapper. He sold ten times more albums when he was dead than when he was alive; that's what we're going to do with this movie.

Your writer's room is now the headquarters for Telemundo's coverage of World Cup soccer qualifying.

Sometimes sexual bartering works. Salome, Mata Hari, Deborah Norville.

Jack: [to Kenneth] You'll do fine as long as you follow my Three Ds: Discretion, Docility, and Don't Use My Bathroom.

Jack: The days of your wild coke parties are over.
Liz: Well, if by coke you mean soda.
Jack: I do.

Enjoy your decorative air holders, you deserved them.

[to Liz] Top front? Good lord, Lemon, that's your worst quadrant.

I'm Lizzing!

Jack: Go to Disneyland? Lemon, I've held Walt Disney's frozen head in my hands.
Liz: That's awesome.