Working It Out

Jazz:Hey, beautiful.

Jazz:I love a woman with good reflexes. Makes me crazy.

Jazz:Your mouth is saying 'get out,' but your eyes are saying 'get busy.'

Will:That's not going to work this time, Hil, darling. Uncle Phil went to the supermarket, so he'll be gone for at least a week.

Hilary:You know the drill.

Geoffrey · Jazz:Geoffrey throws Jazz out (visual gag inferred from context)

Hilary:I'm supposed to be nice to everyone who likes me? How much time do you think I have?

Jazz:Want to kiss my boo-boo?

Geoffrey:If you grab me in that place again, we're engaged.

Carlton:I'm practicing my new scam. Girls love a guy with a sports injury.

Will:I can't see too many honeys being impressed by: 'Babe, I busted myself up playing peewee football.'

Philip · Will:What? / I was definitely the closest.

Will:They say Gandhi had a very similar childhood dream.

Hilary · Will:She won an Oscar. / Nominated.

Hilary · Will:And she was in one of the top 10 movies of all time. / Eight years ago.

Hilary · Will:She needs a new assistant because she just got back from a well-deserved year off. / Nose job.

Hilary · Will:How did you know all of that? / I have an inquiring mind.

Will · Will:Hilary, I loved her in that musical she did. God, what a voice. / Lip-synch.

Jazz:All a part of my plan.

Hilary:What do you mean you give up? This is fun. No, guess again.

Marissa:I don't care if you have other appointments, clown. My cat needs acupuncture.

Marissa · Agent:So what fool got the part? / Meryl Streep.

Marissa:Ain't that cozy?

Marissa:Shut up.

Hilary · Marissa:Isn't he, like, my age? / I see. I get it.

Marissa:You're walking a fine line, Helena. A very fine line.

Will:You know, while you're down there... you may even get to see Dustin Hoffman's drawers.

Will:Flowers, a Kit Kat... and a song.

Marissa:Little Willie Smith. I like that.

Will:Don't you remember, Jazz... you've got that brain-surgery appointment.

Will:Don't you remember, Jazz... you've got that brain-surgery appointment.

Marissa:Because if he doesn't want to go out with me tonight, you're fired, Hester.

Carlton:I forfeit the game.

Will:So what did you do this afternoon? Massage her feet, give her cat a perm?

Will:Hilary, I wouldn't go out with her if she and Marsha Warfield were the last two women on earth.

Hilary:I know... but I'm the envy of all my friends.

Will:And I guess it won't kill you to go out with Jazz.

Carlton · Geoffrey:Does Jazz have a last name? / I believe it's Matazz.

Philip:I don't see the destruction of our gene pool as something to joke about.

Jazz:As of tonight, my new official name is Mr. Lucky.

Will:Look at that. Butter on ice. I'm living large now.

Marissa:Hey, Cher! Sophomore in high school. Beat that, honey.

Hilary:That was a wonderful imitation of a creepy spider you just did, Jazz.

Will:It's either 'slow dancing with Jazz' time... or 'Will getting up, going home, and leaving you without a job' time.

Marissa:It's 'slow dancing with Jazz' time.

Jazz:Man, this must be my birthday.

Marissa:Champagne would obviously be the perfect choice, Einstein.

Will · Will:You're the idiot. / Well, date's over.

Jazz:She's smart, sweet, and the most beautiful woman in the cosmos... and she's been very nice to me tonight.

Hilary:Six.

Hilary · Jazz:Really? / Psych.

Will · Jazz · Will:I got to go. / Peace. / Peace, babe.

Hilary · Jazz:I'd only say 'yes' because I felt like I owed you something. That's cool with me.

Hilary:I don't think it's a good time. I'd only say 'yes' because I felt like I owed you something.

Jazz:That's cool with me.

Jazz:All a part of my plan.