Mrs. Connelly
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Mrs. Connelly (Character)
from Duplex (2003)

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Duplex (2003)
Mrs. Connelly: I don't drink meself, it's a sin.

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

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.

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: 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?

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: 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]

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

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...