[after Karen leaves Stan and is forced to live in her limo, Grace and Jack try to convince her to come and stay with one of them]
Karen: Honey, if I gave in to every persuasive argument I'd be in some kind of crazy three-way marriage with Maury Povich and Connie Chung!
[about to go to sleep in Karen's limo, all laying on their right sides]
Karen: Jack, that had better be your penis.
Grace: Ok, I can't do this, I sleep on my left.
[They all turn to the left]
Karen: Grace, that had better be your penis.
Grace: It's a thermos. But, thank you.
Will Truman: I love the Opera. Getting dressed up, hanging out with fabulous people, drinking champagne. If it weren't for the damn music, it'd be a perfect evening.
Will Truman: [Will finds the bathroom door locked one morning] Come on, Grace, hurry up. I've got an early meeting.
Will Truman: [to himself] I knew when we installed that pulsating showerhead it was going to slow down our mornings.
Will Truman: [now banging on the door] Grace!
Grace: [coming out of her room, she walks up behind him] Who you talkin' to?
Will Truman: I'm talkin' to you. Now, hurry up, get out of the bathroom. Wait...
Karen: [unexpectedly, Karen saunters slowly out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair] Whoooh, that is one smooth-talkin' showerhead.
Will Truman: What are you doing here?
Karen: What, can't a friend stop by a friend's place for a quick shower?
Grace: Why don't you shower at Marlo and Phil's? I thought that's where you've been staying since you left Stan.
Karen: Oh, I am, and it's been super cool. Yeah, it's all braiding each other's hair, pillow fights, comparing breast size... then Marlo comes home, and the fun stops.