Eileen EssellQuotes

Alex Rose:   I'm sorry, I don't hear anything.

Mrs. Connelly:   It was very distinctive.  The pipes went "bang bang, bangety bang bang…bang, bang.

Alex Rose: [''gives Mrs. Connelly a bottle of wine'']   We brought you this little housewarming gift. 

Mrs. Connelly:   Oh, that's very kind of you, thank you.  I'll open it for you.  I don't drink myself, it's a sin.

Alex Rose: [''to Nancy'']     Irish Catholics don't drink?

Mrs. Connelly:   Sit down, dears, sit down!  I brought ya a little something to nibble on as well.

Alex Rose:   Oh, Bugles.  Wow, I didn't realise they even still made Bugles.

Mrs. Connelly: [''offering Alex a Bugle dipped in French onion dip'']     Come along, dear, it's French onion.

Alex Rose: [''nibbles while looking at Bugles box; sees expiration date reads "October 1997"'']     Magnificent parrot.

Mrs. Connelly: [''Alex and Nancy smile'']   It's not a parrot, dear.  He's a macaw.  He's named after my late husband, Richard.  I've had Little Dick for forty years.    Now tell me about yourselves.  What do you do, Allen?

Alex Rose: [''correcting her'']     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 forgettin about Joyce.

Alex Rose:   Joyce, James Joyce, of course.  Wonderful writer.

Mrs. Connelly:   He died drunk and penniless.

Nancy Kendricks:   Well, Alex's first novel was published in hardback, and he's just about to finish his second one.

Mrs. Connelly:   Oh, what's it about?

Alex Rose:   Well, I like to call it an urban epic.  It's about three generations of this family in New York that own a printing press, and I tell a story mainly about—

Mrs. Connelly: [''bored, cutting him off''; ''Nancy counts silently'']     Oh, that's nice.  Let me give you a refill.  Big Dick had the taste, too.  He was a seaman.  The drink took him from me in 1963.  We'd been married for 58 years. 

Mrs. Connelly: Use some elbow grease.

Mrs. Connelly: Nice seein ya again, Kenneth.

Mrs. Connelly: You caught me.  I can't help but sneak a fag once in a blue moon.

Mrs. Connelly: Off we go, Dicky Boy.

Mrs. Connelly: Upchuck is a delicacy for Little Dick.  He's salivatin'.

Mrs. Connelly: It's loose as a Dublin whore!

Mrs. Connelly: A bit of music and a bit of a dance!

Mrs. Connelly: It's pissin down out there!

Mrs. Connelly: [''after Alex spills the garbage on the stairway and, disgusted, holds up Mrs. Connelly's underwear with a paper towel roll'']   What in heaven's name are you doin with me drawers!?

Mrs. Connelly: Could you give me a hand with the garbage?  We don't wannna be feedin the mice.

Mrs. Connelly: [''the clock shows almost 5:30 PM'']   Oh, look at the time!  I had no idea it was so late!

Mrs. Connelly: Come along dear, don't be shy!  It's French Onion.

Mrs. Connelly: I'm coming.  Slowly but surely!

Grandpa Joe: Wouldn't it be something, Charlie, to open a bar of candy and find a Golden Ticket inside?

Charlie: I know. But I only get one bar a year. For my birthday.

Mrs. Bucket: Well, it's your birthday next week.

Grandma Josephine: You have as much chance as anybody does.

Grandpa George: Balderdash. The kids who're going to find the Golden Tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day. Our Charlie gets only one a year. He doesn't have a chance.

Grandma Josephine: Everyone has a chance, Charlie.

Grandpa George: Mark my words. The kid who finds the first ticket will be fat, fat, fat!

Grandma Josephine: Tell him about the Indian prince. He'd love to hear that.

Grandpa Joe: You mean Prince Pondicherry? Well, Prince Pondicherry wrote a letter to Mr. Wonka, and asked him to travel all the way out to India. And build him a colossal palace entirely out of chocolate.

Willy: It'll have 100 rooms, and everything will be made either dark or light chocolate.

Grandpa Joe: [voice-over] True to his word, the bricks were chocolate, and the cement holding them together was chocolate. All the walls and ceilings were made of chocolate as well. So were the carpets, and the pictures, and the furniture.

Prince Pondicherry: It is perfect… in every way.

Willy: Yeah, but it wouldn't last long. You'd better start eating right now.

Prince Pondicherry: [scoffs] Nonsense. I will not eat my palace. I intend to live in it.

Grandpa Joe: [voice-over] But Mr. Wonka was right, of course. Soon after this, there came a very hot day with a boiling sun.