Karen tegen Grace…
Honey, You’re Just As Simple As That Blouse you’re wearing!
Jack tegen darlxc3xa9ne in the banana republic: love you like lemon! I think i’m going to be you next Holloween!
Karen: "I always worked before I married money. I joke. Of course I mean Stan. I joke. Of course I mean money."
Karen: "Ba-ba-ga-ga-da-pa-pa! You played with me, and you lost. Let that be a lesson to you. I think you forgot, kiddies, Karen Walker doesn’t do emotions. Now get the hell out of here."
Karen: "No. It’s all a lie. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not good or real. I’m evil and imaginary. And I’m rich. Filthy rich!"
Karen: "You say potato, I say vodka."
Karen: "Well, that’s really none of my business,…but glad you could make it."
Women, can’t live with them… end of sentence.
Ladies and gentlemen, fresh from 45 minutes of butt-robics, I give you my ass
karen: leave me alone!
karen: will you cookies leave me alone!
stem: we’re not the cookies we’re the pencil sharpener!
karen: oh thank god! for a second there i thought the cookies were talking to me!
Will: Could we talk about your toenails?
Grace: I’m sorry. I’ll cut them.
Will: Don’t you need them for tree climbing and warding off predators?
Grace: Karen, I think you can learn to live on this. I mean Spain does.
Rosario: Santa Maria, it has a mother.
karen: Honey, I’m too tired to slap you. Bash your face up against my palm.
Honey, you’re finally wearing a quality fabric, your body is not sweating, it’s crying with relief.
Will: Now excuse me, I’m going to dip my head in alcohol !
Karen: Wait for me !!
Jack: No, but the guy who’s dating me does.
O my god, that was so funny that I almost forget you are fat!
ng to be joining us, and she doesn’t know Jack’s gay.
How could she not know? What is she, headless?
"a part of me is angry, a part of me is proud. The rest of me is just drunk"
Will: Jack, blind and deaf people know you’re gay. Dead people know you’re gay.
Jack: Grace, when you first met me, did you know I was gay?
Grace: My dog knew.
Karen: And well you should, honey. How else are you going to get to "the two" and "the three"?
Will: "Why the hell did my parents name me Pescha"?
karen: No, honey. that’s tacky. On the fifht wedding it’s traditionaly smack my bitch up by the prodigy