30 Rock

Jack: Lemon, I have season tickets to every sports team in New York, so close to the action you'll feel like you're sitting in front of an HD television.

Danny: I wanna be TGS' Steve Nash: come down from Canada, work hard, make the black guy look good.

Jack: For four years I've had to make do with what passes for men in this place, with their untucked shirts, boneless faces, their Stars, both Wars and Trek. I needed a man around here, and I finally have one. Liz: No, I finally have one. Liz Lemon has a handsome, goof-around, make-out buddy. Jack: And that's the problem. Danny can't be my alpha-male wingman and his boss'... little scrump-nugget. They're incompatible.

Liz: Look, you are a beautiful woman, but you can't play prom queens and murdered runaways forever. Jenna: But those were my majors at the Royal Tampa Academy of Dramatic Tricks. Liz: You can try to fight getting older. You can be like Madonna and cling to youth with your Gollum-arms, or you can be like Meryl Streep and embrace your age with elegance.