Geoffrey Cleans Up

Carlton:Don't make fun of Paula. She's the only woman short enough to be my wife.

Hilary · Geoffrey:Work sucks. But you already know that, don't you?

Philip:Hey, I'm young, I'm happening, I'm groovy. Why do I have the sudden urge to tie dye my drawers and go down to the hootenanny?

Carlton:First he loses one client, then another, and another... and the next thing you know, we're all working at Domino's.

Will:You'll fit right in. You're used to cutting the cheese.

Will:All that denim will take his clients' eyes off his bald spot.

Will:That's more like a hair cul-de-sac.

Will:Yeah, it's also hereditary.

Geoffrey:Hot diggity dog, where have you been all my life?

Karen:That's not all you can do, Mr. French.

Karen:I was wondering if you could lend me a cup of Lysol?

Karen:Like I give a damn.

Karen:Like I give a damn.

Karen:And your buns aren't bad either.

Geoffrey:You read my mind.

Will:Bad, teatime.

Karen:Dust rags, furniture wax, a massage.

Karen:My God. I hope I didn't say that out loud.

Will:Looks like G just got busy, English style.

Will:G, you're wiping the table with a croissant, man.

Carlton:Philip Banks, this is your hair.

Carlton:Say, is that Philip Banks, or Blair Underwood?

Philip:I look like Little Richard, Attorney at Law.

Philip:Great. Where's the fish? Spoiling off the coast of Nova Scotia?

Philip:Has Geoffrey been sniffing the 409?

Will:No, his nose is open.

Geoffrey:Who am I kidding? My nose is as open as a 7-Eleven.

Geoffrey:She's so cultured, she's so refined. She can read.

Will:If you ain't Barry White, you ain't got to beg.

Geoffrey · Will:Geoffrey breaking every rule Will just gave him during the phone call

Geoffrey:The last housekeeper I dated turned up in a T-shirt that said 'Loose Booty.'

Geoffrey:I want to take you in my arms like a load of fresh laundry, hot from the dryer.

Karen:That's me, you know, please, don't squeeze the Caruthers.

Will:She dies.

Will:Damn, what is my point?

Geoffrey:Lunch is served. But it sucks.

Hilary:Are you kidding? He's our butler.

Will:Is that G or Blind Lemon Pledge?

Geoffrey:have you ever had somebody come into your life and suddenly... it's as if a door opens and everything goes from drab black and white to glorious color. And then just as suddenly, she's gone. The door slams in your face, and you're left standing alone in the dark.

Will:That's the saddest thing I ever heard.

Will:G is dying to talk to you. Ain't you, G?

Will:Wait a minute, 25 mil?

Will:Hey, hold it, can I get that limo?

Carlton:Whatever you do, don't scratch. I didn't bring any extra glue.

Karen:Nothing's pulled into my station for quite a while.

John:Geoffrey Butler of the South Hampton Butlers.

Karen:He is so considerate. Put that tray down.

Geoffrey:I stayed with my Uncle Neville and his common law wife, Ruby.

Geoffrey:Getting this water spot off your fork.

Geoffrey:They're all folded the wrong way.

Vivian:My hip hurts?

Will:Yo, Vivian, I can't ride my Harley right now, I think it'll mess up my hair.

Philip:You know I can water ski in this puppy.

Philip:Carlton, you are grounded until you start losing your hair.

Will:But there ain't no leaves, G. You see leaves, I see leaves, man.

Will:What difference does it make if she's richer than a bus load of Japanese tourists?

Will:You wear a tux to clean the toilet.

Will:But the honey, like, moonlighted as a topless dancer.

Will:You're pretty much full of it, G.

Geoffrey:I think it's time for me to go squeeze the Caruthers.

Geoffrey:I should never have let something as foolish as $25,000,000 come between us.

Karen:Great. I own a beach. You bring the snow cones.

Will:Take a break, Jeeves.