Harry Connick Jr. (back to the H list / C list)

Holly Kennedy: What do you think?

Daniel Connelly: I think you're hot!

[Holly gasps]

Daniel Connelly: Sorry, I have a syndrome.

Daniel Connelly: What do women want?

Holly Kennedy: [whispering] We have no idea what we want.

Daniel Connelly: I knew it!

[Daniel and Holly in the cupboard discussing how daniel coped with losing his fiancé]

Daniel: I went through a major hooker phase...like all year.

Holly: Oh I bet that didn't help at all.

Daniel: No, it helped a lot, I just started to run out of money.

Daniel Connelly: So what did your husband die from?

Holly Kennedy: A brain tumor.

Daniel Connelly: Nice!

Holly Kennedy: That's a real honest to goodness couple right there. They've probably been together since the flood.

Daniel Connelly: We're so arrogant, aren't we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair.

Daniel Connelly: Thanks for inviting me... you're a terrible singer.

Holly Kennedy: Yes, I am.

Daniel Connelly: I'd be really embarrassed if I were you.

Holly Kennedy: Did you take your medication today?

Daniel Connelly: No, I thought I'd come here instead.

Daniel Connelly: Look, if you ever just wanna get out... just do anything, just... I'll wait for your call. And just so you know, I'm not looking for "a thing" right now. I'm just flirting in good faith.

Holly Kennedy: I appreciate that.

Daniel Connelly: I think you're a little bit perverted. I mean, you bring me to an Irish Famine Memorial... and we're eating corned beef sandwiches. That's pretty sick.

Holly Kennedy: Gerry thought it was the best way to honor the dead... you know, show them how well we're doing.

Holly Kennedy: Maybe we can defy God and go see a Yankees game.

Daniel Connelly: Yeah, we'll be really weird friends joined by self-pity, bitterness and vomit.