There's plenty of brochures at my dentist's office, but none about hard cheese. Maybe there should be. And bonus points for the drool-y bib—it's not an attractive look on anyone.
A classic Kenneth sentiment, made only better by his later line, "Without my wallet, I don't even have my lucky rabbit spine!"
The inclusion of the brilliant Michael Sheen besides, this is a great scene of Liz awkwardness only augmented by the inclusion of, if I'm correct based on the three second clip, "Fuck the Pain Away" by Peaches as Liz's ring tone for her "Future Husband."
When I imagine the NBC offices in Rockefeller Center, this is exactly how I want them to be, with Nightly News always winning out over CNBC. I do think Brian could work on his football spiking skills, however.