Brooklyn (2015)

Julie Walters: Mrs. Kehoe

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• Diana : Have you told Tony yet, Ellis?

  Eilis : Of course.

  Sheila : Is he taking you out to celebrate?

  Eilis : We're going to Coney Island at the weekend.

  Patty : Oh, boy.

  Eilis : What does that mean?

  Patty : Well, do you have a bathing costume?

  Eilis : No, I was going to...

  Diana : Do you have sunglasses?

  Eilis : No.

  Sheila : You need sunglasses. I read that if you don't have them on the beach this year, people will talk about you.

  Mrs. Keogh : And what will they say, exactly, Sheila?

  Dolores : That's the thing, Mrs Keogh. You'd never know, because they'd never say it to your face.

• Diana : It's not politics to talk about eye operations.

  Mrs. Keogh : It is if the eyes belong to a politician.

• Mrs. Keogh : I'll tell you this much: I am going to ask Father Flood to preach a sermon on the dangers of giddiness. I now see that giddiness is the eighth deadly sin. A giddy girl is every bit as evil as a slothful man, and the noise she makes is a lot worse. Now, enough.

• Mrs. Keogh : [Preparing for a weekend at the beach]  Diana's right, though, Eilis. You need to think carefully about your costume. It's the most Tony will ever have seen of you. You don't want to put him off.

• Mrs. Keogh : Ellis, from the look of you, you have greasy skin, is that right? What do you do about that?

  Eilis : Just... Well, I wash it, Mrs. Keogh, with soap.

  Miss McAdam : There is nothing wrong with soap. Soap was good enough for our Lord. I expect.

  Mrs. Keogh : Well, which brand did he use, Miss McAdam? Does the Bible tell you that?

  Diana : Our Lord is a man anyway. He didn't care about greasy skin.

  Mrs. Keogh : Ladies, no more talk about our Lord's complexion at dinner, please.

• Miss McAdam : One of the things that ruins Christmas in America is the turkey. Oh, it tastes of sawdust.

  Mrs. Keogh : So that's one cheese sandwich for Miss McAdam and extra turkey for everyone else!

• Mrs. Keogh : I saw you had letters today, Diana. Any news?

  Diana : Mr. de Valera's had another operation on his eyes, she says. He's been in Holland.

  Mrs. Keogh : I don't want news I can read in a newspaper.

  Sheila : Anyway, we would describe Mr. de Valera as politics, would we not, Mrs. Keogh? And we do not like politics at the dinner table.

  Mrs. Keogh : We don't.

• Mrs. Keogh : I was glad to see you finally got some letters from home today, Eilis.

  Eilis : Did I? I forgot to check.

  Mrs. Keogh : [she stands up from the table]  They'll still be there after dinner.

• Mrs. Keogh : Eilis, Father Flood told me about your Christmas plans.

  Diana : Oh, you're not serving lunch to the old fellas with nowhere to go, are you? He asks us every year. We always say no.

  Sheila : Eilis, you're a saint. They smell awful.

  Patty : Sheila knows how they smell 'cause that's where she goes husband-hunting.

  [Diana laughs] 

  Mrs. Keogh : It's a marvelous thing you're doing, Eilis. A Christian thing. I wish there were more like you.

• Mrs. Keogh : What is the matter with you girls now?

  Patty : Nothing is the matter with us, Mrs. Keogh.

  Mrs. Keogh : Is this all because Eilis has found herself a young man?

  Diana : Eilis has a young man? We didn't know. She won't say anything about it.

  Mrs. Keogh : And why should she to you awful gossipmongers? Anyway, I met him on Saturday night when he called for Eilis, and he's a gentleman.

  Patty : Will you tell us what you know about him, Mrs. Keogh? We know he's quite nice-looking.

  Sheila : Didn't like his shoes much.

  Eilis : What on earth is wrong with his shoes?

  Sheila : They were a funny color.

• Mrs. Keogh : Miss McAdam is leaving us. She's going to live with her sister in Manhattan. She has the best room in the house, the basement, and it has its own entrance. Now, I can only let a certain kind of girl stay there. Oh, and I'm not talking about looks here. Although I will admit, God did give Miss McAdam an advantage when I had to think about who I could trust to live down there. No, no, you're a pretty girl, Eilis, but you're sensible. So, you're having the room, and that's that.

  Eilis : Will the other girls not mind?

  Mrs. Keogh : Oh, I expect so. What don't they mind?

• Mrs. Keogh : Girls, you'll take Dolores to the dance with you on Saturday night, won't you?

  Dolores : There's a dance?

  Mrs. Keogh : At the parish hall. There'll be no alcohol, but you can have fun without it.

  Diana : Um... Patty and I aren't going this week. We're going to see a movie instead.

  Mrs. Keogh : Well, I'm sure Dolores would enjoy a movie just as well.

  Dolores : I would, very much. There are so many more movies here in New York than in Cavan.

  Sheila : Yes, surprising, isn't it? You'd think it'd be the other way around.

  [Patty and Diana snicker] 

  Patty : Of course, you would be welcome to join us, Dolores. So long as you don't mind being a gooseberry.

  Mrs. Keogh : So you both miraculously found boyfriends over the last couple of days, did you? Well, I hope you have more luck with these than you did with the last few.

• Mrs. Keogh : Have they told you what day for the nylons sale, Ellis? Never had a Bartocci's girl in here. Might get some inside information.

  Eilis : I haven't been told anything.

  Diana : I bet you wouldn't let on if you had.

  Patty : She's that sort. More aligned to her bosses than to her friends.

  Diana : Like a red spy.

  Sheila : Oh, dear God.

  Mrs. Keogh : I'll thank you to keep His name out of a conversation about nylons. He might be everywhere, but He's not in Bartocci's on sale day.

• Mrs. Keogh : Patty, did you happen to look at that cold cream?

  Patty : No, Mrs. Keogh. I asked Miss Tyler in cosmetics and I showed her the advertisement.

  Mrs. Keogh : I don't want to have to travel all the way to Manhattan just for a jar of cold cream.