Current mood:

pleased

The Office and 30 Rock!
OMG, DWIGHT AND ANGELA CAN'T BREAK UP. Apologies for the capslock, but - man! I can't believe that's the relationship I'm crazy overinvested in, but they really are perfect for each other. I mean, yes, fine, Jim and Pam are completely adorable as a regular happy couple, and I can't even blame Angela for dumping him, but. Sad!

Also sad: *Toby* doing something dickish and unlikable, because I never thought that would happen.

And is there any man in that office that doesn't have some kind of thing for Pam? I think at this point it's just Stanley (happily married & mostly hates everyone there anyway), Oscar (gay), and Dwight, who's, well, Dwight.

Michael being dumb enough to drive his car into a lake worries me a bit. He's always been pretty stupid, no one's arguing that, but that's really too broad to work on this show. Don't start drifting into mediocrity, show!

But, overall, awesomeness. Ryan the self-involved poseur with Kevin and Andy as his fanboys! (Andy: "He smells what I think Pierce Brosnan probably smells like.") The feral barn cat! (Dwight: "We call him Garbage, because that's what he eats - garbage! *baby voice* Yes, you do!") Creed dying his hair with toner! Kelly lying about being pregnant and not understanding why Ryan would be mad about it! Ryan sleazily trying to hit on Pam! Jan being sane! Jan and Ryan's bitchy putdown fight - "I love your little beard. You should keep it *forever.*" Something about the deadpan delivery just *killed* me. And the Dwight/Angela bits were of course really well done, they were just so *depressing.*

Also, all of you should totally watch 30 Rock - I think it's the funniest comedy on TV now, no question. I love it to little bits, so I have no comments except, Liz! Tracy! Jack! Kenneth!! Yay!

And quote time:

Jack: All of my summer replacement shows were big hits: America's Next Top Pirate, Are You Stronger Than a Dog?, MILF Island --
Liz: MILF Island?
Jack: Twenty-five super-hot moms, fifty eighth-grade boys, no rules.

Jack: Lemon, women your age are more likely to be mauled at the zoo then get married.

Jenna: What, you never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?
Liz: No,I did. I just never romanticized it.
*flashback* Young Liz: [holding up two teddy bears] This is my husband, Saul Rosenbear, and this is his son Richard from a previous marriage.
Liz in the present day: And then he cheated on me with a lamb.

Liz: This is my year. Floyd's moving on, I'm moving on too, I'm just doing it in my own order. I'm gonna get the wedding dress, & then I'm gonna have a baby, & then I'm gonna die, & then I'm gonna meet a super cute guy in heaven.

And some of my favorites from previous episodes:

Jenna: There is no way that I am working with that guy. Do you know that he once got arrested for walking naked through LaGuardia?
Liz: Yeah.
Jenna: And that he once fell asleep on Ted Danson's roof?
Liz: Yeah, Tracy has mental health issues.
Jenna: He bit Dakota Fanning on the face!
Liz: When you hear his version, she was kinda askin' for it.

Jack: The Italians have a saying, Lemon. 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer'. And although they've never won a war or mass-produced a decent car, in this area they are correct. In five years we'll all either be working for him...or dead by his hand.

Tracy: So, here's some advice I wish I woulda got when I was your age: Live every week like it's Shark Week.

Liz: [about her assistant's scantily-clad appearance] That's it. I gotta talk to her about her clothes, she can't dress like that.
Pete: [defensively] Well, yes, she can! People like the way she dresses!
Liz: Oh, c'mon. It's distracting, it's inappropriate.
Pete: [desperate] You're inappropriate, you jerk, with your big stupid face!

Tracy: I could talk about how the moon is a spy satellite put there by Oprah and Minister Farrakhan, and not the Minister Farrakhan you are thinking of.

Dr. Spaceman: But, what can you do? Medicine's not a science.

Tracy: This is untoward! This is not "toward!"

Jack: When I was your age, I was putting myself through college in Boston paddling swan boats for the tourists.
Kenneth: Is that a euphemism for some kind of sex worker?

Kenneth: That lady you European-kissed last night was actually a gentlemen.

Jack: Good lord! The worm - that's so degrading. Are its origins German?

Tracy: [as Jefferson] Pray who be this Tracy Jordan thou speakest of?
Frank: Uh, President Jefferson, we got a problem.
Tracy: Speakest!
Frank: That horse ate your wig.
Tracy: Well, stand guard by his rump and await it in his droppings!
Lutz: Or we could probably just go get a new wig?
Tracy: Aha! I like you young man; you shall run my university.

Colleen: Tell him his mother's here! And she loves him! ...But not in a queer way!