Patsy Kelly: Rose

The North Avenue Irregulars

Rose

Mrs. Rose Rafferty: [Everyone is running outside to find that Delaney is hanging onto the rope that rings the church bell, which because of his hanging onto it, continues to ring] Delaney, what are you doing up there? You're supposed to be painting.
Mr. Delaney Rafferty: Rose, now don't start!
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: Don't you yell at me!
Mrs. Vicki Sims: Don't jump, Mr. Rafferty! You've got lots to live for!
Mr. Delaney Rafferty: You think I don't know that?

Marvin Fogleman, T-Man: [calling over the radio from the room] Phantom Fox.
Claire: Uh, Max and I are watching Freddie Uh Two Fingers' Snooker Parlor, and uh I... expect to be murdered any minute. If that should happen, would somebody please contact Alfredo? He does my hair.
Marvin Fogleman, T-Man: Ten-four.
Mr. Delaney Rafferty: [over the radio] Five dames ain't never gonna find no bank. We'll be lucky if they don't get us all killed! If you want me honest opinion, it's a wild duck chase.
Marvin Fogleman, T-Man: Who...
[grabbing the radio phone and turning to Reverend Hill]
Marvin Fogleman, T-Man: who is that?
Rev. Michael Hill: [grabs radio phone] Sounds like Delaney Rafferty. Eh, Blarney Stone... the whole idea is that they'd be less suspicious with women following them.
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: I know, I know but I can't drive, Reverend. And you'll never recognize Delaney.
Mr. Delaney Rafferty: [grabs radio phone from Rose. Delaney is dressed up as a woman] Don't use my name, I told ya. If it got out what I was doing, I'd be spending the night in the river that's what! Them guys play for keeps!

[at the gambling counter, Mrs. Rose Rafferty, Vicki Sims, and Cleo Jackson are all there disguised]
Big Chin, the Food Stand Operator: What'll it be?
All Girls: Coffee.
Big Chin, the Food Stand Operator: Figures!
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: [gambling] And, a fiver on 2-6-8. My horoscope says that even numbers are going to be very lucky for me today.

Mrs. Rose Rafferty: Delaney told me it was a blank tape...
Mrs. Vicki Sims: Mrs. Rafferty, we're fortunate we're not dead. After all, we don't even look like the Andrews Sisters.

Mrs. Rose Rafferty: [pointing to the inside of her trench coat] I got a tape recorder.
Mrs. Vicki Sims: Is it on?
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: No.
Mrs. Vicki Sims: Why don't you put it on, so that it'll be running when we make the bet.
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: Good idea.
[reaches in and try to turn the "record" button on, but accidentally pushes a different one, which makes it give off a rewinding sound, which brings attention to the Food-Stand Operator]
Mrs. Vicki Sims: Not that way. That's reverse.

Mr. Delaney Rafferty: Would you happen to have a little of that Sacramento wine on the premises, Reverend?
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: [slaps Delaney on the shoulder] That's sacramental. Watch your hands! Do you want to get paint all over the Reverend's chair? Haven't you done enough for one day? Please, let's go home and get you cleaned up!
Mr. Delaney Rafferty: Rosie, you're straining me patience!

Rev. Michael Hill: Where is this bookie?
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: I don't know which one he used.
Rev. Michael Hill: There's more than one?
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: Lots. Carlucci's Bakery, the pet store on Friar, or the orthopedic shoe store. But I'll lay you 8-to-1 he used Harry the Hat.
Rev. Michael Hill: Harry the Hat?
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: Right.

Mrs. Rose Rafferty: [running towards Reverand Hill] Reverend, what are you gonna do?
Rev. Michael Hill: Stop that bet!
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: Ohh?
Rev. Michael Hill: We'll take the bike. It's faster.
[grabs a helmet and gives it to Rose]
Rev. Michael Hill: Here, put that on.
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: [putting helmet on] Yes, sir!
Rev. Michael Hill: [getting on motorcycle] Get on, Mrs. Rafferty.
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: All right, I'm getting on.
[gets on motorcycle]
Rev. Michael Hill: [starts the engine] You all set?
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: [with a worried look on her face] I think so.

Rev. Michael Hill: [Anne is listening to the conversation while at her desk] Blarney Stone, where is he? Do you copy? Blarney Stone, have you spotted them?
[Anne knocks on door and walks in]
Rev. Michael Hill: Where are you?
Mr. Delaney Rafferty: Don't ask!
[the Rafferty's car is facing a train, bumper to bumper, on a track. The train engineer blows the train's horn]
Train Engineer: Get off the track!
Mrs. Rose Rafferty: Don't yell at me! Who do you think you are?
[the train engineer continues to blow the horn]
Mr. Delaney Rafferty: And quit blowing that horn! You're giving me a headache!