(Jack prepairing to tell his mom he's gay)Grace: You'd think after 30 years it'd be liberating.Jack: Oh no, we're not telling her I'm 30!
Jack-This makes me feel like a man. Will-Yeah. Jack- No, seriously, I'm going to need a man after we're done.
But we were at the funeral. We scattered a trash bag full of his ashes!
JLo-so karen hows married life?Karen-well it only lasted 20 minutesJLo-Oh is that short?
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.
Karen- I'm not good or real...I'm evil, and imaginary.
Karen- OK, rule number one. Unless you're served in a frosted glass, never come within four feet of my lips.
Karen-she was all over you, your JLo's JMo
Will, does it hurt your back....kissing your own ass like that?
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.
I love you like the mother I had committed against her will.
If you're here for inspiration, you're too late. If you're here for the funeral, you're too early.
That is going on the gag reel, that is hilarious.
Grace- If you're looking for your Aunt Karen, she's not here. She doesn't work on days that end with..."day.