Grace Adler : What are you doing?
Will Truman : Watching the Nicks game.
Grace Adler : Why? Did they get new cute boy cheerleaders?
Will Truman : Hey, I'm allowed to watch sports okay? Cos I'm a guy. That's what guys do. Now get me a beer.
[Grace looks away and back puzzled]
Will Truman : Who am I kidding? I want a spritzer. I'll never pull this off.
Grace Adler : What is happening to you?
Will Truman : I told Matt that I'm a sports nut. That I love watching sports, that I particularly love playing baseball and that I'm really good at it.
Grace Adler : How quick can you get out of town?
Will Truman : What should I do? Do you think I can fake my way through this?
[Grace carefully, slowly and exaggeratedly picks up an orange and high lobs it towards Will]
Will Truman : [Will watches it sail past and hit the floor without moving]
Grace Adler : I'd say no.
[Grace opens the door and sees the bare floor]
Grace Adler : Where's my paper?
[Mr Zamir leaves his apartment]
Grace Adler : Mr Zamir? Mr Zamir!
Mr. Zamir : I didn't take your paper.
Grace Adler : How did you know that's what I was going to ask you about?
Mr. Zamir : Every day I tell you I didn't take your paper.
Grace Adler : And every day you take it.
Mr. Zamir : You got me there.