Eileen Essell credited as playing...
Mrs. Connelly
- 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?
- 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.