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Oh, what. When he asked to speak to her in private, Liz was assuming it would be about Tracy or a timeshare opportunity. (He would not be the first doctor to pull that crap on her.) "Who told you that? Jack?"
"No," he says. "Jack told me. I have an exciting fertility program--"
Liz shakes her head. "I'm adopting. And for all I know, my junk is totally working. I just haven't tried to... This is none of your business, you're not my doctor."
"I do also offer artificial insemination. And if you're concerned about the quality of the product, I'll have you know that all of it comes from the greatest men in this very room."
"Gross," she mutters. "No, thanks."
He nods. "I'll let you think about it."
Liz sighs. She's going to kill Jack.
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I guess the scuba diving accident saved the, um, essential part, huh? Or maybe it's frozen?
This was hilarious. Obviously.
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The morning after her first night with Drew, Liz has the impulse to call someone and say, "Hey, I had awesome sex last night with an awesome dude." It's fleeting of course, because, yikes, she doesn't generally talk about sex, and the only people she'd tell about something that personal are Jenna or Jack. And Jenna would either press her for details, inquiring about Drew's penis size or the positions they were in, or use the opportunity to talk about the last great sex she had, telling Liz all about the guy's penis size and the positions they were in. Jack would probably be pleasantly surprised she's still alive and tell her that her declaration about her evening, with one too many awesomes, sounds like the exclamation of a gay surfer who shuns thesauruses.
Yeah, okay. She definitely doesn't want to call anyone. Until he starts making breakfast. Then Liz considers calling Jack and Jenna to say, "Wow, this really is too good to be true, isn't it? Let's analyze ( ... )
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Jenna, to most everyone's surprise but her own, wins a Golden Globe for Best Actress in a Motion Picture Musical or Comedy. (Since the nominations came out, she's been telling everyone: Because it's a music-themed film, not because it's a comedy. It is not a comedy.) She brings it into work the day she returns and pretends she did so accidentally. (Oh, how did this get into my purse?)
She tells Lutz and Toofer it would've been an honor just to be nominated but, well, I wasn't just nominated, and pretends not to notice Toofer's sigh. She tells Liz that this should get her some respect around here and even if it doesn't, well, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association respects me. She goes out with Tracy on a shopping spree in honor of her win, but halfway through she finds out he thinks they're celebrating his pet shark's birthday. (She still gives two thumbs up to the outfit he's modeling at the moment of this revelation, as she truly does approve of it.) The only person she doesn't talk to is ( ... )
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