Mrs. Connelly Quotes in Duplex (2003)

Mrs. Connelly: I couldn't help noticing that Alex left the house this morning while you stayed home.

Nancy Kendricks: I was downsized from my job.

Mrs. Connelly: Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm sure it's for the best. Let Mr. Rose get out there and bring home the bacon. I always thought it was strange your husband staying home while you were out there providing.

Nancy Kendricks: Well, he's a writer.

Mrs. Connelly: Writer? The man naps more than a newborn pup. What's he writing about? Sheep?

Mrs. Connelly: [Mrs. Connelly sees the hitman] I knew they'd send a brute.

[she shoots him]

Mrs. Connelly: Tell me about yourselves. What do you do Alan?

Alex Rose: Uh, it's Alex.

Nancy Kendricks: Alex is a writer.

Mrs. Connelly: Oh, a writer. I always thought of that as more of a hobby than a real job. I suppose I'm forgetting about Joyce.

Alex Rose: Joyce. James Joyce. Of course. Wonderful writer.

Mrs. Connelly: He died drunk and penniless.

Mrs. Connelly: It went bang-bang-bangety-bang-bang-BANG-BANG!

Mrs. Connelly: Mr. Rose, could you sprinkle some salt on the steps. They're terribly icy.

Alex Rose: You better not go outside then.

[walks outside and slips on the steps]

Nancy Kendricks: [Mrs. Conelly is saying she has her sink clogged] You don't have a disposal.

Mrs. Connelly: I don't?

Alex Rose: Whew, it's really clogged!

[after getting it out]

Alex Rose: Whew, all right!

Mrs. Connelly: [Nancy throws up down the disposal] Looks like you two got some kind of bug. Good thing Officer Dan took me to have a flu shot.

Nancy Kendricks: Mrs. Connelly, let me come right to the point. Alex and I are trying to have a baby.

Mrs. Connelly: [whispers] I saw. In the living room.

Nancy Kendricks: Right. The thing is that when we do have our baby, we're gonna need the upstairs.

Mrs. Connelly: I don't understand dear.

Alex Rose: We're willing to pay you... something.

Mrs. Connelly: You want me to leave?

Alex Rose: Don't you think you'd be more comfortable with people who are more in your... demographic?

Nancy Kendricks: In sunny Miami Beach!

Mrs. Connelly: I'm Irish. I'd sizzle up like a sausage. Besides, this is my home.

Alex Rose: Home? The Emerald Isle! Back to the old sod!

Mrs. Connelly: Now there's a thought. I haven't been back home for fifty years.

Mrs. Connelly: [counting grapes slowly] 23... 24... 25...

Alex Rose: [quickly] 26... 27... 28... 29... 30!

Mrs. Connelly: [sees blueberries] Oh! Blueberries! One... two... three... four...

Mrs. Connelly: I don't drink meself, it's a sin.