Jack: I, um, do not have a G.R.I., glitter-related injury...It's something much more hideous.
(He removes eye patch revealing that he has no right eyebrow.)
Grace: What happened to your eyebrow?!
Jack: Funny you should ask. During the fire, I sing'd it off.
Grace: You mean 'singed'.
Jack: No, actually, I mean sing'd. As the set burned around me, I refused to stop singing my patriotic finale, "You're a Grand Old Fag". When I went to salute, I didn't realize my sleeve was on fire...