- I finished my Kabletown self-evaluation.
Nailed it.
- "My greatest weakness is humility.
I'm probably the most humble person in the whole world."
- I wrote that.
- These self-evaluations are a charade.
People cannot be impartial about themselves.
You should read what some of your coworkers wrote.
- What three words best describe me?
The. Complete. Package.
- My greatest weakness... Is chocolate.
- Surprisingly the only person who was honest was Jenna.
"Strengths: None.
"I am the worst person I know.
"When I used to live with Liz, I would videotape her sleeping
and sell it to Japanese businessmen"?
No wonder that tour group kept calling me "sleep whore-San."
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't read that.
I filled it out last night
after mixing alcohol with prescription... Exhaustion.
I need to redo it.
- I can't believe I have to read all of these.
This is the biggest waste of time
since NBC's diversity writing program.
That was a good idea, but all of our actors are so white.
- Slap it to me, daddy-o.
- Po-po popped dookie down by the vacants.
♪ ♪
- This is Jenna. What are you wearing?
Jenna, love,
it's English director Christopher Nolan.
- Mr. Nolan, I saw you across the room
at the dark Knight premiere.
I was shooting blow darts at Maggie Gyllenhal
from a heating vent.
- Yes. How would you like
to be in my next movie?
- I quit this show!
To hell with you all!
Go to hell!
- I just need you to do a quick
camera test for me.
- I do not understand Christopher Nolan's methods.
He's directing a live-action smurfs sequel,
so I went to Times Square, did cartwheels like he asked...
- oh, boy.
- We got the whole thing on tape.
- This was a prank?
This isn't body paint.
It's a spray they use to kill geese at airports.
- What happened, J-Mo?
Did you pass out in a goose costume at LaGuardia?
- Ugh, what is that smell, Tracy?
- It's the new fragrance I designed.
It's called "desire,"
but with a "z" instead of the second "e."
- What is that supposed to smell like?
- All my favorite things.
The Knicks, a mop from a strip club, a carefree hobo,
a crate with a new giraffe in it, and broccoli.
- It smells disgusting.
- Yeah, I wouldn't know.
I lost my sense of smell years ago.
But when one sense goes away, the others make up for it.
I have an incredible sense of touch.
I feel an old Jack-o-lantern from last Halloween.
- Are you serious?
You can't smell?
Why haven't you been to a doctor?
- Who has the time,
with work, family and hobbies and listing excuses?
Oh, my.
It smells like grandma's house at Christmas.
That's when we found her dead on the toilet.
- Pete, I spent the morning going over
these Kabletown self-evaluations.
Your evaluation gave me pause.
- Are you sure?
Those look like hands to me.
- Here's the problem.
In answer to the question,
"where do you see yourself in five years?"
You wrote, "right where I am."
That's an unacceptable answer.
I mean, what if the Wright brothers had said,
"let's just keep making bicycles,"
or Alexander Windowblinds had said,
"no, I don't want to partially see outside"?
- Yeah... no, I get what you're saying,
but I'm Pete Hornberger.
The last time I tried to put myself out there,
the girl turned out to be a cop.
- Do you understand how this attitude reflects on me?
I am also required to complete
one of these inane self-evaluations.
It's a farce.
- What? Like Frasier?
But that's fun...
- but I can't say I'm succeeding as a Manager
if you're failing as an employee.
You have no ambition, Pete.
- No, no, you don't understand.
For me, that five years thing is very ambitious.
Look at my life, Jack.
My father was a congressman.
I was valedictorian at St. Andrew's,
an olympic Archer, fourth guitarist in Loverboy...
As a teenager.
It's almost unbelievable.
- If it weren't all true,
I'd say it doesn't even make sense.
- But now look at me.
The last two decades have been a freefall.
If I could stay in the same place for the next five years,
that would be a huge accomplishment.
- Do you know who you remind me of?
George W. Bush during his
"let's do coke and buy the Texas rangers" phase.
But he made a decision to be the best president ever
and then he was.
You've lost your mojo, Pete.
And I'm going to get it back for you.
- Well, something is definitely obstructing your sinus cavity.
Now we have two options.
I can either drill a hole in the back of your head
and push it out with your brain...
- Okay, that sounds good.
- Or I could just pull it out through your nostril.
- We'll do the second one. Thank you.
- You know, they don't tell you this until after you've paid
for medical school, but being a doctor
is exactly like the game "operation."
And there we go.
- My buck Rogers decoder ring!
- How long has that been in there?
Those things are from the '70s.
- Yeah, you know what else is from the '70s?
Women staying quiet.
- I totally remember this.
When I was nine, I found it on the floor of the "g" train.
I knew if my foster mom saw it, she would make me sell it
at a pawn shop to get our family a cheerio.
- Okay, sometimes I think the stories
of your childhood poverty are exaggerated, but continue.
- So I hid the ring up my nose.
I must have forgot about it.
- You may feel some burning and tingling,
but you should regain normal sensation in just a few hours.
Oh, I'm sorry, I was talking to my lover on my Bluetooth.
Uh, one moment, Suki.
Anyway, Tracy, you should start
regaining sensation in less than an hour.
But a newly regained sense can be a very powerful thing.
Even overwhelming.
So if you do have an extreme reaction,
please try to get it on video for my nephew's funny website.
Uh, Liz, are you getting enough vitamin "c"?
- May I suggest messily eating an orange while I photograph it?
- Kenneth, what do you know about revenge?
- Well, the Bible says it's wrong,
but it's the surprise hit of the season on ABC,
so I don't know.
Anyway, I know how busy you are,
so I got you some more tattoo concealer.
- Thank you.
I just ran out.
I was so young when I got this.
Who even remembers 2007?
Wait, how did you know I was out of concealer?
- From your trash, Ms. Maroney.
The garbage man knows all.
In this big trash bag, I see everyone's mistakes,
their embarrassing secrets,
their dreams they don't dare share with anyone.
Oh!
Like this.
- Interesting.
Kenneth, you don't happen to have
the other writers' trash in there, do you?
- No.
I can't handle that much volume.
I'm kidding.
They call me "the natural."
I'm so good, the other janitors
just sit in the basement all day
getting drunk and laughing about this idiot they know.
- Oh, no.
Kenneth, this concealer is the wrong color.
- Oh, no.
I'll be right back.
Keep an eye on my trash cart?
- Oh, I'll keep an eye on it.
Look at us, laughing together,
like a couple of Jews watching the daily show.
- This is the gym of the New York racquet club, Pete.
Theodore Roosevelt was a member here.
In fact, many of the animal heads
mounted downstairs were shot by T.R.
- Including the one that looked like a terrified Asian man?
- It was a different time, Pete.
Today, the most powerful men in New York
still come here to exercise.
And nothing is a better workout for body and soul than boxing.
It's the first sport man ever invented.
Except of course, uh, hide and seek.
- Shh.
- Uh, yeah.
Boxing is primal, Pete.
It's exactly what you need.
So come on, don't just stand there.
Throw a punch, feel like a man.
A man who, years ago, was on top of the world,
who saw Paula and dragged her back to his cave.
- Actually she took me that first night.
- Hit something.
Put your frustration into your fists
and hit something!
- Hornberger!
- Get up, Pete.
Get up and fight.
For god's sake, Hornberger, the dummy is winning!
Why are you kissing it?
- I'm submitting to its strength.
It's the Alpha.
Good morning, fresh coffee.
Good morning, clean floor.
Funny, Kenneth.
You don't have any smell at all.
- Don't worry about it.
- ♪ Perfume and roses and strong halitosis ♪
♪ powders and flowers and spicy clam chowders ♪
♪ I can smell, I can smell, I can smell ♪
♪ I can smell ♪
♪ I can... ♪
Daddy?
- Yes.
- Nice save. - Oh, no.
- Vengeance announcement.
Look what I found in the trash.
An email confirmation in Frank's name for one ticket
to see Taylor swift at Nassau coliseum.
- She writes the songs herself.
When she can't cry anymore, she writes!
- What are you laughing at, Toofer?
You're the man who took professional boudoir photographs
and then tried to mail them to parade magazine columnist
Marilyn vos Savant.
- I happen to think that smart is sexy.
Our foreplay would be puzzle-solving.
- Uh-oh, Lutz's turn.
What is this gonna be?
- Oh, no. I don't have anything for you.
You don't matter.
But if you two dirtbags
ever mess with me again,
I'll take this to the next level.
You don't do 22 episodes of "celebrity outhouse"
with Lorena Bobbitt without learning a few things.
- You're at rehearsal before me?
- Of course I am, Liz-dad.
I'm your good boy.
I memorized all my lines, so can I go
get dressed for the photo shoot now,
so you don't have to wait for me?
- Sure, little buddy.
- You know, smell is the sense
most closely associated with memory.
- I know, Dotcom, that's why whenever I smell that jacket,
I remember being bored.
- The only person you're insulting
with that attitude is yourself.
- Obviously something about the way I smell
reminds Tracy of his dad.
- Well, his father did work for a soup factory
and you are constantly eating.
- It's not a food thing, Grizz.
I think it's my hair pomade.
- Midnight symphony?
My grandfather used that.
- Midnight symphony.
You are the conductor of your own proud African orchestra.
Midnight symphony.
- You use midnight symphony? - It works, Dotcom.
It was discontinued a few years ago, but I bought seven cases
of it on eBay from a guy named Reggie.
- You're still here.
You didn't go to the store for milk
and heroin and then never come back.
- That was his excuse?
- You stayed because you love me.
Right, daddy-Liz?
- I do love you... Champ.
But I could love you more. - Well, you just wait.
Watch this.
- Be careful, Liz.
Be very careful.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dotcom.
- Pete.
Confidence is a spectrum.
On one end, the ultra-confident end,
you have people like Jack Donaghy, Vladimir putin,
Orville Redenbacher.
Corn is not the only thing he popped,
if you know what I mean.
Then...
You have the other end of the spectrum.
- Yeah, I get it.
Men with no confidence.
- No, men who have nothing left to lose.
Great men like Richard Nixon, the 1980 olympic hockey team,
my good friend John Rambo.
This is you.
And I shouldn't have been trying to get you
all the way to the tiger,
because all you needed was a little push
to get you to nothing left to lose.
This is how you get your mojo back, Pete.
- No, I am there, Jack.
My job is killing me, my family resents me,
the other day I was mugged by what I'm pretty sure
was two five-year-olds in a trench coat.
I already have nothing left to lose.
- No, you have one more thing.
No. Not the ring.
- You're clinging to something that's gone, Pete,
and it's not coming back.
Allow yourself to be reborn.
Your life is tied to the fate of the ring.
It must be destroyed.
- Are you quoting lord of the rings?
- No, I'm quoting myself talking to Bruce Willis.
- Well, well, well.
If it isn't tweedle-Dee and tweedle-black.
- We need to talk about what you did.
- Well, you know what they say, boys.
If you can't stand the heat,
get off of Mickey Rourke's sex grill.
- No, this isn't about us. It's Lutz.
- I didn't do anything to Lutz. - That's the problem.
He has a thing about being left out of stuff.
- The man has self-esteem issues.
I don't know why.
- Well, he is estranged from his son
Kellan Lutz from twilight.
- I'm sorry, are you asking me to apologize to him?
- Look, yeah, we mess with people,
but there's a line we don't cross.
For example, after you went through our trash,
we went through yours.
And we found this.
- My self-evaluation!
I want to be famous to make people love me
because I hate myself.
The Jenna I talk to at night in the mirror
thinks I should kill myself.
Also, I caused that Italian cruise ship to crash.
- We could do a lot of damage with this.
But we're not going to.
- Whatever.
- Hey.
How's my boy?
Working hard?
- So hard, papa Lemon.
You're not gonna wanna run away and start a new family in Ohio
and have a daughter you also name Tracy.
- Not if you're good.
- I've been thinking of some new characters for the show.
This is my Jimmy Fallon impression.
Awesome, awesome, I love it! It's my favorite!
- Wow, Tracy, that's great.
Tracy, what's all this stuff?
- Just some stuff I needed from home, like my bed.
It's a California Kong, which is two
California kings tied together with gorilla leather.
- Wait, you're living here? - I have to.
Turns out Angie's cooking smells very ethnic,
and I definitely can't be around my family.
I didn't expect this, but teenage boys don't smell good.
- Wait, you can't be around your kids?
What about baby Virginia?
- Do you know what she does in her underwear?
Something I once did at the oscars
that caused Daryl Hannah to throw up on me.
- Tracy, you can't just abandon your family.
- I've got all the family I need right here, L.L.
Now back to work.
"Open on: Philadelphia, 1776.
John Adams and mitt Romney enter."
Commentary!
- So stupid, Lutz.
Disgusting.
Why don't you learn your lesson and stop trying?
That girl at Starbucks smiles at everybody, Lutz.
Everybody!
She doesn't want you to kiss her.
No wonder people don't include you in things.
No wonder Kellan never wants to see you again.
You're worthless.
- Kenneth, be honest.
Am I the worst person you know?
- Ms. Maroney, judging is for god and his angels.
So, yes, you are.
- Where's the writers' trash?
- Oh, I've already taken it down
to the sub-basement compacter room.
The writers had me clean out their refrigerator today,
so the trash smelled like, to use a technical janitorial term,
total ass.
- Kellan, why?
- Okay, I know the answer to this,
but I just need to hear it.
If I have to choose between work productivity
and what's best for one of my employees,
I choose work, right?
Great. Thank you.
Something about my shoes.
Good meeting. - Uh, which employee?
- Gah, what does it matter?
It's Tracy and he has never been more productive.
But he abandoned his family
and his baby daughter to do it.
- Lemon, I invented business mumbling.
You white garbage bag
full of pudding. - What?
- Look, when you're a supervisor, your job
is to squeeze everything you can out of your employees,
but there's a line and you've crossed it.
- Since when do you care about any line
other than the bottom line?
Sorkinesque repartee.
- Because I'm doing it too.
I'm taking advantage of Pete
like you're taking advantage of Tracy.
I said I'd fill out my self-evaluation
after I'd fixed Pete.
A task I knew deep down
could never be accomplished. - Yeah, he's a mess.
- But Pete's just an excuse.
The fact is I can't fill this out
because there's a question I don't know how to answer.
"Where do you see yourself in five years?"
For the first time in my career, I don't know.
I could wind up anywhere.
Running this company, making couches,
serving as mayor of New York.
Or I could be 6 feet under...
In the subterranean paradise we built to escape the poor.
- Yeah, I get it.
As a writer, that uncertainty is the fate
that always I am to face being.
- Well, I'm not used to it.
But that's not Pete's problem, it's mine.
You go talk to Tracy
and I have to stop Pete from shaving his head.
- Oh, god.
- So, Lutz.
You thought I left you off the hook the other day?
Well, you wish.
I spent the whole night going through the garbage
trying to find the perfect thing to humiliate you.
- Yeah, we know.
We took photos of you
and sold them to a garbage fetish website.
- This was all a prank?
- I knew the mirror thing would get her.
- Ooh, I'm so sad.
I never talk to my son, Kellan.
It's all made up, Jenna.
Kellan Lutz isn't my son.
He's my grandnephew and we're very close.
- Unbelievable.
I was actually doing something nice for Lutz and...
Oh, my god.
I was doing something nice.
You took advantage of my niceness.
- Why are you smiling?
You spent the night in our garbage.
We win!
- No, I win.
On my self-evaluation, I said I'm the worst person I know.
But it's not true!
Thanks to you guys, I'm the fourth worst.
♪ Jenna's amazing like a star in the sky ♪
- Pete, I apologize.
I never should have told you how to live your life
like some sort of American Barack Obama.
Commentary.
The truth of the matter is
this whole thing wasn't even about you.
It was about me.
- Really? 'Cause it seems like it was about me, Jack.
Do you know what was under my hair?
A birthmark.
- Good god.
It looks like a swastika made out of penises.
- I know what it looks like!
Since you've been "helping" me, my life has gotten worse.
I broke my nose, a gay rabbi chased me through midtown,
and last night, Paula wouldn't touch me looking like this.
Do you know what it's like to try to have sex
wearing a child's little orphan Annie wig?
- No. - You know what?
You've done enough.
Get the hell out of my office.
- Congratulations, I knew I'd make a man out of you.
- Get out!
- There's the confidence.
- Please, just leave.
- Pete, you're welcome.
- You wanted to see me, smell?
- Sit down, champ.
- Oh, why are you so heavy?
- 'Cause so much of me has died.
- Okay.
Tracy, I'm so proud of you.
You have grown into such a wonderful person
for these last 24 hours.
But when you're a father or even a father smell,
sometimes you have to make sacrifices
to do what's right for your family.
- I just wanna make you proud of me, L.L.-dad-Liz-dad.
- I know.
But there's only one thing you need to do to make me proud.
- Pop dookie down by the vacants?
- Boy, if I had a dollar for every time I've been asked
to reverse one of my procedures,
my bitch ex-wife would be a millionaire.
May she rest in peace.
All right. - Wait, Dr. Spaceman.
There's so much I haven't smelled yet.
A magnolia tree in spring,
the towels at a miss Hawaiian tropic contest,
the sweat of a terrified Webster
as you load him into a Cannon.
- Tracy, you have to do this.
- Now, full disclosure,
I lost your ring at a BoDeans concert,
so I'm gonna shove this
hilarious pencil-topper up there.
Get a haircut, or I'm gonna shove you up a black guy's nose.
Very well.
You leave me no choice then.
- Good-bye, helpful Tracy.
- Good-bye... daddy-head.
- Good-bye only evidence tying me
to my ex-wife's disappearance.
Ahh!
- Five years from now?
Well, I'd like to still be working for NBC,
or whatever NBC is in five years.
A t-shirt company probably?
- My greatest strength is that I'm a good listener.
Watch.
- In five years, I hope I don't have to do
this hat thing anymore.
- In five years, I'll probably be dead
and no one will even notice, and yes,
this is my second attempt at writing my self-evaluation!