- Karen: Earlier tonight, Lionel Banks invited me to his hotel room. Well, at first I didn't wanna go because, well, I'm a lady and I do have moral standards to uphold...
- [Karen, Jack, Will, and Grace laugh]
- Karen: I know, that was just for us. Anyway, so I go to his room, we start talking, have a couple of minibars, and, uh, next thing i knew, he's touching me. I couldn't stop him, i didn't want to, after years of being with Stan I felt like, finally! A man who knows how to make a woman feel like a girl, and how to make that girl feel like a slut, and how to make that slut feel like a woman!
- Karen: Alright! I met him in a bar! He flirted with me, thought I was a whore! Made me feel...I don't know, special!
- Will Truman: What's wrong with me? You broke our pact.
- Grace Adler: What pack?
- Will Truman: Not pack, pact.
- Grace Adler: That's what I said, "pack."
- Will Truman: No, P-A-C-- Let's take a different tack.
- Grace Adler: You mean tact.
- Will Truman: No, tack! Tack, pact! One ends with a "K." One ends with a "T." I know, it's ironical! Look it up in the freakin' dictionary!
- Grace Adler: I didn't break any p-- agreement. All I did was have coffee with him. And I didn't even have coffee with him! I mean, if that's not holding up my end of the pa-- agreement, I don't know what is!