Gerry Kennedy: I'm sorry I said the wrong thing to your mother. God, I still get nervous around her. I still think, after nine years, she doesn't like me. I know I'm being stupid.
Holly Kennedy: No, you're not being stupid, baby. She doesn't like you.
Gerry Kennedy: Really? I kinda thought, deep down, she really loved me.
Holly Kennedy: No... she doesn't. I was nineteen when we got married. You corrupted me with sex and charm, and the longer it takes you to make your fortune, the less sexy and charming you are.
[Gerry starts looking for something]
Holly Kennedy: What? What are you looking for?
Gerry Kennedy: My balls. They were hanging there a
minute ago.
[last lines]
Holly Kennedy: Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life. And it's a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world.
She has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started. Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. P.S... Guess what?
Patricia: I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is, not to feel like you're in the room, until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.
Denise Hennessey: [Denise is admiring Ted as he walks by] Ooohhh, he's delicious, isn't he? I'd serve coffee on that ass.
John McCarthy: Do you have to be so vulgar about men? Like they're pieces of meat?
Denise Hennessey: Sorry, John. I forgot you're sensitive about your flat ass.
John McCarthy: You know,
Denise, that's why you're not married. Women act like men, then they complain men don't want them.
Denise Hennessey: Oh, is that why?
[fake smile]
Denise Hennessey: Oh. Okay. Because I thought it was something different. I thought that it was because I thought I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women. And let
me be clear. After centuries of men looking at my tits instead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the divine right to stare at a man's backside with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to!
Sharon McCarthy: Well said!
Denise Hennessey: I thought so.
Gerry Kennedy: [after their kiss in Ireland] Where are you going?
Holly Kennedy: Stay.
Gerry Kennedy: You have my jacket.
Holly Kennedy: I'm keeping it unless we meet again, otherwise that will be the most perfect kiss ever shared by two strangers
Gerry Kennedy: I bet we will meet
again.
Holly Kennedy: You better win that bet, because if we do, that'll be the end of it.
Gerry Kennedy: The end of what?
Holly Kennedy: Life as we know it.
Gerry Kennedy: I'm singing at this...
Holly Kennedy: Shh, if I happen to walk into the right one in the right town.
Gerry Kennedy: What's your name?
Holly Kennedy: No.
[During her dream sequence/fantasy, Holly is hanging over Gerry's shoulders while he plays guitar]
Holly Kennedy: I can't fall asleep alone.
Gerry Kennedy: [still strumming] I'm right here, baby.
Holly Kennedy: I had a terrible dream.
Gerry Kennedy: Don't tell me.
[He smiles]
Holly
Kennedy: Gerry, I don't want to go back to work. What should I do?
Gerry Kennedy: Quit. Stay here with me.
[She rises and walks to the couch]
Holly Kennedy: [despairing] I don't have a plan, Gerry.
Gerry Kennedy: That's okay, luv. Your plans never work out, anyway.
Holly Kennedy: [She
lies on the couch to try to sleep, and smiles slightly] That's true.
Daniel Connelly: You've been thinking about me?
Holly Kennedy: Because you've been a real friend through all this.
Daniel Connelly: Have you ever thought of me in the nude?
Holly Kennedy: [laughing] No.
Daniel Connelly: Not even with my shirt off?
Holly Kennedy:
[still laughing] Gerry, stop it.
Daniel Connelly: Daniel, I'm Daniel, are you ever gonna feel the way you felt about Gerry with anyone else, or do you need one of your letters to figure that out?
[He leaves]
Holly Kennedy: Where are you going?
Daniel Connelly: [He comes back] I really like you, but I can't be the
Invisible Man. I'm tired of being the shoulder, I want to be another body part. I want to use up a woman so she's ruined for all other men.
Holly Kennedy: You don't want to do that.
Daniel Connelly: No, I don't want to do that. I want to date a woman who actually likes men, I want to be somebody's Gerry.
[He gets up to leave]
Daniel Connelly: Honestly, I don't blame you. It's not your fault, it's mine. I didn't plan on liking you, it just sort of happened that way, I'm sorry about that.
[Daniel has agreed to leave Holly alone in the bar, but then he returns at once]
Daniel Connelly: I don't meant to throw this at you from left field, but what do women want? I mean, I can't figure it out. They want us to ask; they, they don't want us to ask; they want us to make a move, not make a move. They want us to be on bottom; they want us to be on top. Use hair
products, don't use hair products. What do you people want?
Holly Kennedy: I'll tell you. But you have to promise not to say I told you.
Daniel Connelly: I, I swear.
Holly Kennedy: Because it's a sacred secret.
Daniel Connelly: A sacred secret.
Holly Kennedy: You ready?
Daniel Connelly: Yeah.
Holly Kennedy: You sure?
Daniel Connelly: I think so.
Holly Kennedy: [whispering] We have absolutely no idea what we want.
Daniel Connelly: I knew it!
Holly Kennedy: All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesn't matter if it's a work of art, or a taco, or a pair of socks! Just create something... new, and there it is, and it's you, out in the world, outside of you, and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it... and you know a little more about... you. A little bit
more than anyone else does... Does that make any sense at all?
Gerry Kennedy: Yeah... you're saying you want to paint socks.
Holly Kennedy: [ecstatic] Maybe!
[Holly's place is trashed after 3 weeks of neglect. Garbage everywhere. She doesn't notice, because she is singing along with movie musicals. She's wearing an old rolled-up shirt of Gerry's and his boxer pants]
Holly Kennedy: [singing along with Judy Garland:] And never a new love will be the same / Good riddance, good-bye!
[She turns and finds her mother and friends
have opened her front door with birthday party gifts. They stare at each other in shock. Holly clicks off the TV. Her mother, Patricia, is aghast; her sister, Ciara, is grinning hopefully; Denise and Sharon are mortified. Ciara and Denise rally enough to applaud Holly's singing performance. There are assorted cries of Happy Birthday and whistles]
Ciara: You're thirty!
John McCarthy: [John enters] Hey, Holly, these keep falling out of your mailbox.
[He stops and frowns]
John McCarthy: What is that smell?
Holly Kennedy: I wasn't expecting company. Mom! Don't clean.
Patricia: I'm not. I'll just organize the garbage.
Denise Hennessey: We did
try to call, first.
Sharon McCarthy: Are you drunk?
Holly Kennedy: [defensively] No.
Ciara: [cheerily] Do you wanna be?
Patricia: Ciara.
[to Holly, referring to a tiny bandage on her forehead]
Patricia: What happened to your head?
Holly Kennedy:
Pimple.
Patricia: You're not showering?
Denise Hennessey: [Helpfully] Well, you always squeeze it too hard.
John McCarthy: What is that smell?
Holly Kennedy: It's me! All right?
Sharon McCarthy: Hey, hey. Don't be like that.
Holly Kennedy: [Almost in
tears] Like what?
Sharon McCarthy: Like the only lonely widow in Gotham City.
Holly Kennedy: I'm not, just... really exhausted!
Denise Hennessey: Yeah, well
[nodding at the TV]
Denise Hennessey: , what are you doing, two shows a night?
Holly Kennedy: Daniel?
Daniel Connelly: Yeah.
Holly Kennedy: Um, so, why do you think?
Daniel Connelly: Your husband died? I dunno. Maybe you're being punished for something.
Daniel Connelly: What?
Daniel Connelly: Being too happy? Too beautiful? I dunno. God can
be a pretty jealous guy.
Holly Kennedy: I don't believe that. I've never been too happy, and I'm not too beautiful.
Daniel Connelly: I think you're hot!
[Holly draws back away from him]
Daniel Connelly: Sorry, I have a syndrome. I don't really have a filter. I don't pick up on social cues.
Holly
Kennedy: You mean: you're rude.
Daniel Connelly: Yeah, but now it's a disease I can take medication for.
Holly Kennedy: They have pills for rudeness?
Daniel Connelly: I know. And they can't figure out the Middle East. Go figure.
Holly Kennedy: Do you think it'd be all right if I stop my life right here? Become good Miss Haversham of the Lower East Side? Never leave my apartment till I'm old. Sit in my wedding dress...
Sharon McCarthy: Which you never had.
Holly Kennedy: With an old piece of wedding cake?
Sharon McCarthy: Which you
never had. Gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.
[from trailer]
Holly Kennedy: What if this is it, Gerry? What if this is all there is to our life? You have to have a plan. Why do I have to be the responsible grown-up who worries? Why can't I be the cute, carefree Irish guy who sings all the time?
Gerry Kennedy: Because you can't sing without making dogs bark?
Holly Kennedy: [while Gerry is playing guitar and singing on the couch] Do all Irishmen sing?
Gerry Kennedy: Aah. Only the really well-hung ones.