If you`re here for inspiration, you`re too late. If you`re here for the funeral, you`re too early.
Karen- Grace. It`s Christmas, for goodness sake. Think about the baby Jesus: up in that tower, letting his hair down... so that the three wise men can climb up and spin the dradel and see if there are six more weeks of winter.
Oh cripes honey, let me give it to you in a nutshell. Your boyfriend`s a big, flaming, leather-wearing, man-kissing, disco-dancing, vermont-living, christina aguilera-lovin`, mykonos-going...honey take it home.
Goodbye Prudey McPrude and hello Slutty McSluttenstein!
Karen- I`m not good or real...I`m evil, and imaginary.
Will, does it hurt your back....kissing your own ass like that?
Karen- OK, rule number one. Unless you`re served in a frosted glass, never come within four feet of my lips.
Jack-This makes me feel like a man. Will-Yeah. Jack- No, seriously, I`m going to need a man after we`re done.
Grace-(to Jack) Today I`m handing out lollipops and ass-whoopins and right now, I`m all out of lollipops.
Grace- If you`re looking for your Aunt Karen, she`s not here. She doesn`t work on days that end with..."day."