Will: So, I gave my number to that guy at Border's bookstore today...
Grace: Phone number or business card?
Will: Business card...
Grace: Not hot.
Will: What, what do you mean?
Grace: "Hi, I'm intimidated by the possibility of rejection...but my secretary isn't...CALL HER!"
Will: I am not intimidated.
Grace: Then call him.
Will: I know, but I could open my mouth, and...where does that leave me?
Grace: You're a disgrace to your people.
Karen: [storming angrily out of the Principal's Office.] You dragged me down to this God-forsaken place to tell me my kids made the Honor Roll? Honey, my time is precious, call me when one of them gives birth at the prom!
Karen: Good Lord. I can't believe I'm at a public pool. Why doesn't somebody just pee directly on me?
Karen: Gosh, I don't think that I've ever been stressed out. Why would I be? I've got practically no responsibilities, my job's a breeze and I've got a killer rack! Good morning!
[Grace tries to start the car, but it just clicks.]
Grace: That's weird. Will, what do you think is wrong?
Karen: Oh my God. She just asked a fairy an engine question. We're all gonna die in this car!
Will: Karen, you're not going to die. It would take a silver bullet and a wooden stake to do that.
Grace: Do you think people can tell I'm Maria even though I don't have my Captain Von Trapp?
Karen: Of course, honey. You make a perfect Maria...you're sweet and perky and you're obviously not cut out to be a nun. 'Cause you're a whore.
Grace: Thanks, Karen!
Karen: And a Jew...
Grace: Yeah, I got it!