Gerry Kennedy: Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... Literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you.
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.
Holly Kennedy: Do all Irishmen sing?
Gerry Kennedy: Only the really well hung ones.
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?
Holly Kennedy: I don't want to make any mistakes.
Gerry Kennedy: Then you're in the wrong species, love. Be a dog.
Gerry Kennedy: Kiss me arse!
Holly Kennedy: Kiss mine! In English!
Daniel Connelly: What do women want?
Holly Kennedy: [whispering.] We have no idea what we want.
Daniel Connelly: I knew it!
Patricia: So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.
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.
Holly Kennedy: What do you think?
Daniel Connelly: I think you're hot!
[Holly gasps.]
Daniel Connelly: Sorry, I have a syndrome.
[Holly sings to Judy Garland DVD, wearing Gerry's boxers, shirt, suspenders and jewelry, when people walk in.]
John: What is that smell?
Holly: I wasn't expecting company. Mom, don't clean.
Patricia: I'm not. I'll just organize the garbage.
Denise: We did try to call first.
Sharon: Are you drunk?
Holly: No!
Ciara: Do you wanna be?
Patricia: Ciara! [To Holly.] What happened to your head?
Holly: Pimple.
Patricia: You're not showering?
Denise: You always squeeze too hard.
John: What is that smell?
Holly: It's me, all right?
Sharon: Hey, hey, hey, don't be like that.
Holly: Like what?
Sharon: Like the only lonely widow in Gotham City.
Holly: I'm just exhausted.
Denise: Yeah, well, what are you doing, two shows a night?
Gerry Kennedy: I know what I want, because I have it in my hands right now. You.
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 your 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.
Holly Kennedy: I left without saying anything. He must think I'm an idiot.
Denise Hennessey: Well, you're an American. They expect us to be idiots.
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.
Patsy: You've dropped your sweets, luv. You mustn't do that around these parts. Pretty woman like you, a fella could take it the wrong way.
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.
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.
Holly Kennedy: Oh, never mind. I'm just screwed up. I'm trouble... Yeah.
William: I like trouble.
Holly Kennedy: Oh no, I don't mean "cool Pulp Fiction" trouble. I mean "mental case wacko" trouble.
William: There's no man, alive or dead, who's going to fault you for living.
