- Karen: It's Stan. He needs blood for a bypass. And... he needs it drawn slowly by a large pointy needle.
- Grace: Um... Um, I - I - I - I doubt that - that I would even match. I've got - I've got a very rare blood type.
- Karen: I'm sure it'll be fine.
- Grace: What type do they need?
- Karen: What type do you have?
- Grace: What type do they need?
- Karen: What type do you have?
- Grace: Um, AB-negative.
- Karen: That's the type they need.
- [Grace has to get her blood drawn by a very young nurse]
- Grace: Whoa, whoa, her? Isn't there someone who's a little more... experienced? Someone who didn't drive in on a Big Wheel?
- Nurse Trainee Pittman: Oh, I don't drive. I keep taking the test over and over, but I'm all, "This is hard."
- Dr. Osher: Mrs. Walker? I have some news about your husband.
- Karen: Give it to me straight, Doc. Am I looking at a future filled with loneliness and memories of better days, or is Stan gonna die?
- Dr. Osher: Mrs. Walker, the test results came back, and it seems your husband didn't have a heart attack at all...
- Karen: Oh, thank God.
- Dr. Osher: But rather, acute angina.
- Karen: Heh. You've got a lot of nerve, coming on to me while my husband is dying. Wow.
- [Will, Jack, Grace, and Rosario are placing a bet at the hospital]
- Will: No, we're not being gross. Besides, it's either this or 15 hours of reading Highlights magazine. I mean, really, how many times can you find a toaster in a tree?
- Will: [Will explains to Jack why he is less than thrilled about an upcoming first date] I met him once, a long time ago, and if memory serves, he thinks he's God's gift to gay men. And if that's true, then God shops at the Newark Airport.