Quotes from Alice Doesn't Lisp Here Anymore
Grace: It's amazing, my mother's still afraid of call-waiting, but she can put together a monthly mailing with three colors and a Yiddish word jumble.
Will: Grace, she's dead.
Grace: Oh, thit.
Karen: Honey, what the hell's a MAC award?
Jack: Um, only the most prestigious award in all of lower Manhattan non-transgendered Equity Waiver gay cabaret.
Jack: Ugh, this is so tight. Now I know why Evita was such a bitch.
Jack: I'm on the set of my new movie, "Poorly Decorated Crack-House."
Jack's answering machine: Hi, it's Jack. I'm out... since 1985. Kisses!
Grace: Everyone used to say that Alice's best feature was her older brother, Gabe. Oh, gosh, he looks so sad.
Will: Sad... oh my God, he's wearing Prada shoes, he's gay. This is great! And sad, very very sad.
Grace: Will, straight men wear Prada.
Will: Not in Schenectady.
Jack: Karen, we are doing this! Now, don't make me get all Whitney on your ass.
Grace (and The Beatles): So, here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know. Whoah, whoah, whoah.
Karen: Honey, you're simple, you're shallow, and you're a common whore. That's why we're soulmates.
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