Daniel Connelly: So what did your husband die from?
Holly Kennedy: A brain tumor.
Daniel Connelly: Nice!
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?
Leprechaun: Are you Holly Kennedy?
Holly: If I am will you sing at me?
Leprechaun: Yes.
Holly: No, I'm not.
Leprechaun: Please don't make this an issue. I gotta sing and deliver a letter.
Holly: A letter? What's the song?
Leprechaun: 'Yah Mo Be There'.
Holly: Oh please don't. Just give me the letter.
Leprechaun: I could get reported!
Holly: By who? The leprechaun union?
Leprechaun: You know, I was in an off-Broadway play with Al god damn Pacino. I don't need this shit. Want the balloons?
Holly: No.
Leprechaun: Fine!
Gerry: Oh, no, I don't know what I said.
Holly: You said it. You know you said it.
Gerry: I don't know what I said... But I didn't mean it.
Holly: Yes you did. You mean everything you say.
Gerry: Sometimes I mean nothing when I say something.
Holly: Something is never nothing. It's always something.
Gerry: Most of what I say is nothing. It's just something to say.
Holly: No. Men say it's just something to say in order to get away with saying something... But they know they're saying something everytime they say it.
Gerry: Say what? What did I say?
Holly: You said at my mother's, you would have a baby, but that I'm not ready. TO MY MOTHER! You might as well have said I'm a lesbian!
Gerry: I know I should know this darlin', but are you mad at me?
[Holly ignores him.]
Gerry: Baby. Holly. I did something, right?
I did something bad, right? Should I know what it is? Or is it something maybe you just think I did?
[Holly stares at him.]
Gerry: No. No. I did it. I did it! It was a bad, bad thing I did, and I'm sorry, luv. Holly, come on, will you? Holly, wait, baby... You have to let me in on it. Or are you waiting until we're in the apartment before you talk to me?
[Holly walks to their front door.]
Gerry: Are you gonna make me sleep in the bathtub again?
Patricia: You know the worst thing for a parent... Second after losing a child? Watching your child head for the same life you had. You can't stop it. It's a terrible, helpless feeling. Makes you angry all the time. And I've been angry. For a very long time. I'm exhausted.
Holly Kennedy: Do you think we'll ever see dad again?
Patricia: No sweetheart, never. So you have to stop waiting.
Sharon McCarthy: You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.
William: You're very sweet.
Holly Kennedy: Oh God. The last time a guy said that, he followed it up with, "But I don't date 13-year-olds."
William: Well, lucky for you, neither do I.
