Jack (to Will): That's funny. Do I hear screaming? Oh, no, that's just the buttons on your shirt.
Karen: You know, sometimes it seems like our sole purpose in life is just to serve Will and Grace.
Jack: Right. It's like all people see when they look at us are the supporting players on the Will & Grace show.
Will: You broke another wine glass, didn't you?
Jack: Welcome to cynical island. Population, you.
Grace: The dry cleaner in your neighborhood calls me nice lady.
Will: He calls me nice lady.
(Karen throws her keys to Will and Jack and they land on the floor)
Grace: Karen, the gays don't catch.
Grace: Ok, here's the Thanksgiving menu so far: apple pie, pumpkin pie, blueberry tart, and ice-cream roll. What am I missing? Cake. We need cake.
Will: Did you take a bong hit before you wrote that?
Karen: I think you're missing the silver lining here. When you're old and in diapers, a gay son will know how to keep you away from chiffon and backlighting.
(Yes, I just bought the DVDs)
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