Will & Grace

This doesn't happen very often, does it?

The two of us, just hanging out.

I know. It's weird, isn't it?

Let's make sure it never happens again.

Absolutely.

- Hey, guys. - Oh, thank God!

A large coffee.

Will. All of the charitable work

you've been doing for the Coalition for Justice has inspired me.

I have volunteered to decorate a nursing home in Brooklyn.

Thank you.

I realized I haven't done anything charitable

since I helped feed the homeless.

You threw Skittles at a whino.

He ate them, didn't he?

But seriously, I'm very proud of you.

I'm glad you're volunteering.

This is nice, isn't it? Just the three of us, hanging out.

- Hey, guys. - Oh, thank God!

Nice day out, huh?

Well, I gotta take the subway to work.

It's gonna take forever to get downtown,

but I have to help my friend Bill. Bill of rights.

Uh, maybe you didn't hear me, but I said...

Jack, are you okay?

I sick. With the Evian flu.

I shared a bottle of Evian with a stranger at the gym.

Honey, if you're sick, you should come stay at the manse for a couple of days.

It'd be fun, I could take care of you.

You know, chicken soup, and comfy blankets, and leeches.

Hey, we could raid my collection of old movies of the week!

Oh, I love old movies of the week.

Annie Potts is never better than when she's getting beaten up

or someone's stealing one of her babies.

Hey, Grace, you wanna come watch with us?

Aw, that's too bad! Jackie, let's go!

Hector, I've only got five minutes before I have to get back to the office.

I want what I had yesterday.

I don't remember what it was, and you weren't working, but I want it anyway.

Hi. Margot, from Will's law firm, right?

Don't tell me. Grace Adler, interior designer.

I remember, because you smelled like doll head.

So, you can set your own budget. What do you say?

About what?

Oh, sorry. I do this a lot.

I rehearse conversations in my head

and then I can't remember if I've actually had them or not.

Listen, I want to redo the law firm.

So, you can set your own budget? What do you say?

Really? Wow. Oh, I just volunteered to, uh...

You know what? I will get back to you by this afternoon.

I stopped loving you years ago.

Excuse me?

Sorry. I'm having lunch with my husband later.

WILL AND GRACE Forbidden Fruit - S08 E012

Wow. I've never been in this part of the manse before.

Oh. Well...

That's the gift wrapping room,

that's the meat locker, discotheque, car wash, and then...

Down here we have liquor storage, liquor collectables,

liquor dry goods, emergency liquors, and... candles.

Dipped in liquor.

And, uh, I thought I'd set you up here, in Stan's library.

Where does this door go?

What door, honey?

This door.

There's no door there. You need to get your eyes checked.

Why don't you go see optometrist, ten doors down on the right,

just past Spencer's Gifts. Go on.

This way...

Wait a minute.

This is not one of those doors you open

and then fall out the side of the building, is it?

Of course it's not! Those are all marked "Door Sticks, Push Hard."

Come on, Karen, I wanna look behind the door!

All right, I'll tell you. It's not that big of deal.

It's just that... Well... That's... that's the forbidden room.

- The what? - The forbidden room.

Wow. So dramatic. The forbidden room.

Reminds me of my nickname at camp... Forbidden Fruit.

Unless I was in a sleeping bag, then it was Fruit Roll-Up.

Okay, no more ordering from restaurants with cutesy names.

You know, "Curry in a Hurry" I can deal with, but "Tapas Don't Preach"?

That's just going too far.

Will, really big news. You know your old boss, Margot?

I ran into her this morning and she asked if I would redecorate the law firm.

I thought you were gonna do that job for the nursing home?

I know, and I really wanted to do it, but I can't do both.

And Margot said that the budget would be unlimited.

The only thing unlimited at the nursing home was applesauce between two and four.

I thought you said I inspired you to finally do something charitable with your life?

Well, you did, and then it went away.

Do I have to remind you that I quit that heartless,

money-grubbing, corporate law firm and now you're choosing it over sweet,

elderly people who just want to live out the rest of their days with dignity? Nice.

When you say it like that, I feel awful.

Well, you should, Grace.

I was proud of you for doing something meaningful.

- You were? - Yes.

Okay, I won't take the job. Okay?

I finally committed to doing something charitable and I'm going to see it through.

That's my Grace. You're a good person. Just like Jake Gyllenhaal.

I don't know, sometimes when I look at my screen saver, I think...

"Yeah, you're thinking about me, too."

You know, I used to feel that way about Sarah Jessica Parker.

But then, we shared an elevator ride together

and she poked me in the boob with an umbrella and didn't apologize.

Were you trying to hug her?

That's not important.

Thanks, Karen. Oh. B.T.W., I think I figured out what's in the forbidden room.

It's my birthday present, isn't it?

Damn it, Jack! You are just too smart.

Something I've been excused of many times.

Mr. Stan is upset. He can't fit in his skinny jeans.

That man. He wakes up one morning, can see his feet and gets all cocky.

Now, you stay in bed and stop thinking about your present.

Hey, Rosie.

Hasta manana.

So, we haven't talked in a while. How are you?

Mm. Not so good. My uncle died suddenly--

I don't care. What did Karen get me for my birthday?

Nothing yet, but she's looking at the LL Bean catalog.

What size duck boot do you wear?

But, wait, if she didn't get me anything yet, what's she hiding in that room?

What room?

You know. The forbidden room.

I never heard of a room like that,

and unless you want to get yourself killed, you haven't heard it either.

Rosie, wait--

No, I've already said too much. Don't follow me.

Oh, come on. You know you can't outrun me!

I'm so pleased you decided to accept this job, Grace.

I am, too. Yeah, I can do a nursing home anytime.

It's just plastic ficas trees and rubber mats.

Oh, but listen. If you need to call me, don't call me at home.

Use the cell or the office, but not home. Never home.

You're hiding something. And I bet it's wickedly evil.

You know, I belong to a secret club downtown that recruits young women--

Oh, hey, wow. Great. Good, Margot.

Let's, um, let's talk about what you want for your office.

I'm not sure what you mean when you say "tasteful bloodbath."

So, Will, you quit your stupid charity job to come back to corporate law, huh?

Didn't even tell Grace.