Duplex (2003)

Eileen Essell: Mrs. Connelly

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• 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 : What are you doin'?

  Nancy Kendricks : You were choking on a chocolate.

  Alex Rose : You choked on a chocolate.

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