The Funcooker

Miss Lemon. Let me help you out.

Oh. Thanks, Kenneth.

Oh, what are all these little plastic containers for?

Are you pickling squirrel meat? Because I can lend you my skull presser.

No, Kenneth.

I went to the new flagship Compartment Store on Fifth Avenue

And got everything I need to get my life in order.

There's a stacker thing to separate your junk mail from your humidifier catalogs.

A thing you stick on your laptop that holds your keys.

A round, plastic deal that holds your shoes

With a pocket for a photograph of what shoes are in there.

I'm going to become wonderful.

It's a new beginning.

Like a phoenix rise...

Watch out!

Or... Maybe this is going to be the worst day ever.

Okay! Morning meeting!

Everybody shut up! Shut up, Lutz.

Already today, I have lost faith in "decorganizing"

Chipped a tooth... Uh-huh...

And lost a shoving match to what I thought was a female bike messenger.

So I am asking all of you for the next 12 to 14 hours to just be cool.

Let's have a normal day.

Yeah, guys, seriously. Be cool.

Why are you not wearing pants?

They still have the heat set for winter and my office is boiling.

Put on your pants, Frank.

Oh...

Cerie, please make me a dentist appointment for today.

You can't go today, you...

You have jury duty.

What? No! I'm registered in Illinois.

How did New York find me?

I changed your voter registration for you.

What's wrong? You told me to be more proactive.

No. I told you to buy more "Proactiv'.

Liz? Mr. Donaghy wants to see you

Immediately about what Jenna and Tracy did during the St. Patrick's Day Parade.

Was it something good?

Lemon, have a seat.

It was very simple. I asked you two to host NBC's live coverage

Of the St. Patrick's Day Parade.

Read from the cue cards, promote the show.

So would you please explain to Mr. O'Cannon here, why it went so very wrong?

Sir, as I'm sure you know from reading my blog,

I am currently shooting a feature film inspired by,

But, for legal reasons, not based...

... On Janis Joplin

♪ Synonym's just another word for the word you want to use... ♪

We can't sing the original songs, but it's going to be phenomenal.

But you know, between filming the movie at night

And working here during the day,

I am so exhausted.

Sir, so, when I got to the parade --

That's no excuse, ye banshee!

You and this gravy-face have slarneyed up a real donnybrook!

Here come the County Cork Steppers.

Their traditional dance celebrates the spirit and the ingenuity of the Irish people.

Wake up, mother --

You're a disgrace.

Passing out...

And cursing...

On St. Patrick's Day?

Is nothing sacred?

I feel I should be rewarded for going this long

Without swearing on live TV.

The F. C. C. Disagrees. They've decided to make an example of you...

... And fine you personally $50,000.

50 grand? Can anyone cut this in half?

Look at you. I told you.

You're spreading yourself too thin.

I only heard the "thin" part, Liz.

Lemon is right, Jenna.

Obviously, you can't do both TGS and Janie Jimplin.

I choose the movie. My face is bigger on movies.

No, I don't mean quit. I mean, Liz will find a way to make both work.

Am I right, Lemon?

Well, I'll have to use you less in the show.

And I'll scale back the movie.

We could cut the lesbian scene.

But the Oscars love that kind of thing.

There's two guys at my gym named Oscar.

Jenna, you have got to start taking care of yourself.

You're a wreck.

I am fine, Liz.

Jenna. That's a glue stick.

Hm?

You're going to the doctor.

Okay, great meeting.

Lemon? Let's try to have a calm week downstairs, shall we?

Oh, yeah. I'm trying.

I don't need any distractions.

On Friday, Microwaves is announcing a very big project.

Or should I say... Very little?

The pocket microwave?

You can buy it on Friday along with everyone else.

It has a ham button. You used my idea!

Jenna, I understand what it's like having too much on your plate.

Between my medical practice and this job, I'm pulled in every direction.

What can I do, Doctor?

I haven't been this tired since I was forced to do that dance marathon in Dubai.

Well, I can give you these pamphlets on stress

And diet and doing a movie and a TV show at the same time.

But they're all going to tell you that you need to give something up.

And... They're wrong.

You can burn the candle at both ends.

Go on.

Well, my lab work is in the field of sleep research.

Mostly because I checked the wrong box on a form once.

We are currently working on a pill

That keeps people awake under any circumstances.

It's being funded by the U. S. Military and the W. N. B. A.

Well, does it work?

It's kept my lab rats awake for days.

But we're looking for human subjects.

Where do I sign up?

Oh, please. We don't want a paper trail.

Take 25 of these a day for the rest of your life.

Okay. I am going to jury duty, but I'll be right back.

I've got my Princess Leia outfit

And some Playgirl magazines from the early 1980s.

They will dismiss me immediately as a weirdo.

Who's in charge while you're gone?

Oh, let's see. Well, Pete is spending spring break with his kids.

So, no one.

No one here is in charge in any way.

If no one's in charge, who will yell at me for goofing up the lunch order?

We all will, Kenneth. We all will.

You guys are my best friends.

There you are, Liz Lemon.

Do you want to buy half a watch?

I have to pay my fine in cash.

I guess "F. C. C." Stands for "Federal Bunch of Sticklers".

Well, I hope you've learned a lesson from this.

I sure have.

I learned that if you pay some money afterwards,

You can say whatever you want on TV.

I can even say what Ernest Borgnine whispered to me at --

No. Stop. That's not the lesson.

That's always the lesson!

If you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Now I'm off to appear on Martha Stewart Live.

Ooh, it's going to be raunchy!

Tracy?

Great news, Liz!

I'm in a clinical trial for a military-grade anti-sleeping pill.

Oh, of course you are.

So now I can still be on the show as much as you want

And do the movie!

Look how much energy I have!

"Whoo"! - Come on, guys.

I just have to go and get out of jury duty,

And we can talk about all of this

When I get back. Okay? - Okay!

Frank!

Oh. Hey. I thought you left.

Listen to me.

I am not asking you this as the boss you love to undermine,

But as the friend whose birthday you love to forget.

Oops!

Just be normal sauce for, like, two hours.

Please.

I will be right back.

Bye!

And I don't really think it's fair for me to be on a jury

Because I'm a hologram.

You seem fine to me. Report to Jury Room "B".

Charles "Whatnow"?

The subject is unusually thirsty.

Everyone shut up. Shut up, Lutz.

Where's Lemon?

She went to get out of jury duty.

Can we get lunch from McDonald's today?

No.

I need your creative input.

I have spent the better part of the last three years

Developing a portable miniature microwave oven.

Most of that time has been spent

Focused on coming up with a hip, edgy name for the product.

Something that will appeal to the marketing holy trinity:

College students, the morbidly obese and homosexuals.

Unfortunately, Legal just informed me

That the name we settled on for our bite-sized microwave...

... The "Bitenuker",

Is highly offensive to those who speak either French or Dutch.

A Franco-Dutchman would pronounce it

"Bet nyooker".

Hey! That's awful!

I'm sorry, Miss Laroche-van-der Hoot.

This product rolls out in two days.

We're in danger of losing the European market.

Everyone here needs to brainstorm new names.

Starting today, you are all members of the Microwave Division.

We should make t-shirts!

Yes.

And you're in charge of that.

Remember, this isn't TGS, guys.

Let's not shoot for the middle this time.

Uh...

Absolutely not.

Excuse me, Imperial Guard.

How long do these arson trials typically last?

A couple weeks, probably.

You can drop the voice.

Oh. This used to get me out of jury duty in Chicago all the time.

This ain't Chicago, honey.

Look at these people.

Oh, my.

Studio 6-H.

Kenneth, it's Liz.

Miss Lemon. Where are you?

The pig spoor has hit the wind spinner.

Mr. Jordan cussed at Martha Stewart.

And Miss Maroney...

... Drank all the water out of the toilets.

And I keep starting to sneeze...

... But nothing comes out.

What? Does anyone there listen to me?

It's not my fault, Miss Lemon.

You didn't put anyone in charge.

Look, I have been put on a jury.

I will head there as soon as we are dismissed for the day.

Try not to let anything else...

... Bad happen.

I'm in charge.

Attention, everyone!

All menstruating women go home immediately!

Huh.

He's been doing that for almost eight hours, Dr. Vicki.

You know what I like to do for eight hours?

The TV Guide crossword puzzle.

Give me your hand.

Now, look into my eyes.

Okay. Uh... Now, let's try one where you're not...

Clawing at the window.

I don't think so, Steven. This feels more natural.

It's just you're saying, "Give me your hand."

This is what my character would do!

Oh. You're back.

Guess I'm not in charge anymore.

Hello?

Guys?

I've got a couple of hours.

Where is everybody?

They're all dead, Lemon.

What?

They're all dead unless they come up with a name for my pocket microwave.

They're up in my office right now where there are fewer...

Foosballs.

So who's writing the show?

Now that you're back, uh...

I thought you could do it yourself.

How hard can it be?

Hey, I'm rapping Obama.

Welcome to another episode of "Robot/Bear Talk Show".

Hey, I'm Josh doing an impression of DeNiro as an auctioneer.

Do I hear $1,000? Do I hear $1,000?

Wow, that's really good.

Jenna fills in time with a song. Goodnight, goodnight. Mild applause.

You'll be done in an hour.

In the meantime...

Any ideas for microwave names?

Oh. Okay. Um... The Small Wonder.

The "Micro-Mate". The "Porta- Hotty".

If you're not going to take this seriously, then do your job.

Write the show.

And, more importantly, deal with Tracy.

How? That guy has got enough money

To pay FCC fines for the next 200 years.

Oh, forget the fines. I've already dealt with the FCC.

And NBC is issuing an apology on Tracy's behalf.

Your problem is your advertisers are pulling out.

Oh, my God. With no ads...

No ads, no TGS. No TGS...

I see you... Self-publishing your novel and moving back in with your parents.

No. Okay. I'll go talk to Tracy.

Hello, Liz Lemon. Just catching up on some work.

Really? - Yes.

What sounds more shocking?

Or...

Oh, God.

There you go.

Everything is okay.

What? No. Tracy.

Just because you have money doesn't mean

You can say whatever thing that you want.

This has gotten bigger than you just paying fines.

Our sponsors are pulling out because of you.

And if we don't have advertisers,

They're going to pull the plug on TGS.

Think about how you're hurting the crew.

I don't want to hurt the crew.

I love the crew.

All we do is joke around together about our stupid boss, Liz Lem...

Well, anyway... Unless you know an advertiser

That really wants to be associated with this, you need to stop.

Great idea, Liz Lemon.

Wait. Which part of what I said are you talking about?

The first two-thirds!

I don't need to stop being myself

If I am the advertiser.

I have the money.

I'll just buy up all the ads

And let that hilarious Tracy Jordan character do whatever he wants.

Put the phone down. You can't do that. Jack won't let you.

We'll see about that. Kenneth, I need you to set up a meeting

With you and the folks from Ad Sales.

What do you mean you're not in charge anymore?

Sir. Tracy Jordan from "Tracy- Co"

Called to invite you to a luncheon celebrating their new ad campaign.

What? Seriously, Jonathan. Not now.

All right, everyone. It's back to the drawing board.

Legal rejected all of our ideas.

Every one of the names we came up with was offensive in some language.

Including English, Frank.

They knew what a "Hot Richard" was?

So we're going to think outside the box a little bit here.

I'm going to pick some random letters

From this bag of Scrabble tiles.

Let fate choose a name for us.

'V".

"A".

"G"... Why don't we start over?

"N".

"I".

I have an idea. Why don't I just pull them all at once?

Why don't we take a break?

Uh, Jonathan, could you get Lemon on the phone for me, please?

Ms. Gaulke?

How long have you been an employee of Mailboxes Plus?

I have been an assistant manager there for over seven years.

And how would you describe the events

That took place there on December 17th?

The night of the fire. Yes.

Christmas was always a very busy time at the store.

Throw in a late Hannukah and the fact that I work in a Kwanzaa neighborhood

And it all made for a very stressful day.

I sent Maulik uptown for more 18-inch boxes.

But he returned, unrepentant, with 12-inch ones.

Christine was late, as well as Harry S.

They said it was a problem with the subways.

But I suspect they were doing sex with each other.

How many employees do you have, Miss Gaulke?

I supervise 12 employees,

Most of whom would be unemployable in any other field.

They are selfish, irresponsible people

Who I know talk about me behind my back.

They seem to think that their job

Is wasting my time and energy

By making their every miniscule problem my personal responsibility.

They don't care.

And don't even get me started on Tracy and Jenna.

And when the last one of them trundled off that night,

I smelled the air and I could feel that it was time.

Time for a new beginning.

And I knew that this was possible only through a cleansing fire.

It would all have to burn.

The packing peanuts, the delivery slips...

All of it would dance in the warm mouth of my fire.

And a new, better, wonderful me...

Would rise from the ashes like a phoenix.

Behold! The splendor of my beginning!

I rest my case, Your Honor.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Underlings, I want to hear your ideas.

Oh, my God. I knew this day would come. I have so much inside of me.

My first idea is a movie that combines action and romance.

Kenneth? You go.

A name... For a pocket microwave oven.

That's neat. A little microwave oven.

So, it's kind of like a "funcooker".

The Funcooker. Yes!

It's snappy, fresh, and incapable of offending.

Jonathan, get Legal on the phone.

Kenneth? I owe you one.

One hug, you mean?

Jonathan?

Sir, they're reading Mr. Jordan's apology if you want to watch it.

"... I regret any pain my words and actions may have caused.

"I apologize to my family, my fans, and the American public.

"Peace and love, Track Jordan."

A heartfelt apology from a comedy icon.

And we'll be right back.

I do not apologize, America!

I did not even write that apology!

I am advertiser Tracy Jordan, and I approved this message.

I am an advertiser.

I am an advertiser.

Is that 30 seconds, yet?

It doesn't matter.

We have The Funcooker.

Kenneth, hi. It's Liz.

I should be able to get up there in... An hour?

Where are you rushing off to?

Work?

Not me.

I'm going to have a sandwich in my cell and take a nap.

This man opens doors for me.

I'm free. I'm freer than you.

I'm freer than you.

Professor Bananas is dead.

Look. I... I know we're fighting, but...

I need to borrow your car.

P. A.: 30 seconds.

Ah. How are you feeling, Miss Maroney?

Great. Alert.

Hey. Is your vision steadily narrowing down to a pinpoint

As if a darkness is closing in on you?

No, ma'am!

P. A.: The cast is set for "Robot/Bear Talk Show".

I'm back! I'm back! What's going on?

What have they done? Do we need to shut this down?

Lemon, calm down. Everything's going to work out just fine.

The show's about to begin. Your sketch is adequate.

And I've got The Funcooker.

What? What about the --

It's the Bear and Robot Talk Show!

Okay.

Jenna needs to sleep or she's going to die!

Which one of you is Jenna?

No.

Go to sleep! Sleep, Jenna!

Sleep! It's for your own good!

Don't fight me!

Don't fight me!

Sleep or die!

Hey, America!

Oh, Tracy. Please cover for them.

Check out my funcooker!

Did he just say "Funcooker"?

Oh. That's where I've heard that.

Sleep, Jenna!

Go to commercial. Go to commercial.

Go to commercial!

Hi. I'm Tracy Jordan.

My wife is throwing away some of our old towels.

Do you want them? Because they're out by the trash cans.

Now that's got to be 30 seconds.

Nine?

Okay. Here comes the funcooker.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Could we get some Diet Slice and pita chips up in here?

"Bite nuker"!

Oh. 9:00 A. M. Monday.

Right, Liz? I'll be there with pants on.

You're the best!

Hi, girlfriend.

Let's go out this weekend and talk about you.

All I did was ask for a Diet Slice and some pita chips.

Nice try, Liz. Now, it's my turn.

Well, they're all terrified of you.

That will get you a week of good behavior.

My containers.

My new beginning.

Lemon, we've both had a rough week.

You went "firebug", and I'm sitting on four million mini-microwaves

That Legal won't let out of the warehouse.

I suggest we both go to our respective homes...

Open a bottle of wine...

And heat up some ham... In the shower.

It works in the shower?

You know what? This really is the best day ever.

Here comes the funcooker!