Dennis Duffy, The Greatest Irish American!

Okay, I know he's fictional, but Dennis Duffy was one of the funniest things on 30 Rock. Because of this character, my friends and I started greeting each other with "Hey, dummy!" So, thanks for that.

The 30 Rock St. Patrick's Day episode from 2012 is absolutely hilarious. I noticed on the credits that it was written by someone called Colleen McGuinness. I thought that was a joke too, since the name sounds like it came from one of those kinda offensive Irish Name Generator sites- but no, she's real, according to IMDb.

Let us now celebrate some of the finer points of Dennis Duffy:

He was the Beeper King of New York (during the iPhone era)...

A beeper and acid wash, in 2007.

He solved New York's crippling coffee shortage with his machine at 38th and 6th in the basement of the K-Mart...

He's a budding feminist...

Aw, thanks, honey!

He married Megan Duffy (no relation)...

It's St. Patrick's Day??

And the quote that makes him my favourite Irish American, fictional or not:

"I'm a Duffy, and we don't give up. We didn't give up when we got kicked out of Ireland. We didn't give up when America sent us back, and we didn't give up when Ireland then just set us adrift on a log!"

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!

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