[to Kenneth] That's the whole thing, K-Fed. Why don't the Catholics not eat meat on Fridays? Because the Pope owns Long John Silvers!

Oh, oh Ken ... we may have fallen into the intellectual deep end here. And if you try to grab on to me, we'll both drown.

[forgetting what floor he works on] Six! I knew it was a character from Blossom, but I couldn't find the Joey Russo button.

I know it's a girl, Liz Lemon, because I yelled out 'Susan B. Anthony' at the moment of conception.

Before you got here, were you an air scientist? Because your ass blah blah blah, you get the point.

That stupid, Irish piece of... oh boy, Boston is not going to go well.

We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on Mars!

Oh, I'm not offering. I'm just taking a survey to guage general interest.

[on stalking] That's a real problem in the celebrity community. But if Beyonce would just answer one of my letters, I'd stop trying to break into her house.

Honey, I'm home! Pac-Man, I'm Jewish!

My addiction to prescription glasses! The fact that I suffer from attention deficit disor- Jack, your shoes are shiny!

Tracy: So, how you doing over there, Theo Huxtable.
Toofer: I'm doing good.
Tracy: Nah-uh. Superman does good; you're doing well. You need to study your grammar, son.
Frank: [to Toofer] Wow, that was embarrassing for you.