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.
Grace-[to Jack] Today I'm handing out lollipops and ass-whoopins and right now, I'm all out of lollipops.
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.
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.
Karen- I'm not good or real...I'm evil, and imaginary. <span style=margin-left:10px/>
Grace- If you're looking for your Aunt Karen, she's not here. She doesn't work on days that end with...day. <span style=margin-left:10px/>
If you're here for inspiration, you're too late. If you're here for the funeral, you're too early.
Jack-This makes me feel like a man. <br/>Will-Yeah. <br/>Jack- No, seriously, I'm going to need a man after we're done.<span style=margin-left:10px/>
Goodbye Prudey McPrude and hello Slutty McSluttenstein!
History is an excellent teacher with few pupils.