The Holdovers (2023)
Da'Vine Joy Randolph: Mary Lamb
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Quotes
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[remembering Mary's son]
Paul Hunham : He was a great kid. I had him one semester. Very insightful.
Mary Lamb : Mm-hmm. He hated you. He said you were a real asshole.
Paul Hunham : Well, uh, like I said... sharp kid, insightful.
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Paul Hunham : Hmm. Hey, what's that?
Waitress : That's our signature dessert. Cherries jubilee.
Paul Hunham : Mmm. That sounds great. Bring the young vandal here cherries jubilee.
Waitress : I'm afraid I can't. The dish contains brandy. Same deal with the bananas Foster.
Mary Lamb : Yeah, but doesn't the alcohol just burn off?
Waitress : It's still against the rules, ma'am.
Paul Hunham : Fine. I'll order the cherries jubilee. We can share it.
Waitress : Mm. I can't allow that, either.
Paul Hunham : Can we say it's his birthday?
Angus Tully : It's my birthday.
Waitress : Well, happy birthday, young man. Let's get you a slice of cake or some other age appropriate dessert.
Paul Hunham : Christ on a crutch. What kind of a fascist hash foundry are you running here?
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Angus Tully : I don't think I've ever had a real family Christmas like this before. Thank you, Mary.
Mary Lamb : You're welcome.
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Paul Hunham : Well, I look forward to your fine cooking.
Mary Lamb : Oh, no, no, don't do that. All we've got is whatever is in that walk-in. No new deliveries till January.
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Mary Lamb : I heard you got stuck with babysitting duty this year. How'd you manage that?
Paul Hunham : Oh, I don't know. I suppose I failed someone who richly deserved it.
Mary Lamb : The Osgood kid? Yeah, he was a real asshole. Rich and dumb, a popular combination around here.
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Mary Lamb : You can't even dream a whole dream, can you?
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Mary Lamb : [Describing "The Newlywed Game"] It's a show where they ask couples questions to see how well they know each other.
Paul Hunham : That sounds like courting disaster.
Mary Lamb : Yeah, that's the whole damn point.
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Mary Lamb : [while watching "The Newlywed Game"] Those two are going to get a divorce.
Paul Hunham : How do you know?
Mary Lamb : I recognize that look of stale disappointment. She hates him.
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Mary Lamb : I can hear everything you're saying from the kitchen. Especially that Kountze kid. Crown prince of all the little assholes.
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Paul Hunham : [as he's helping Mary in the kitchen] This is very therapeutic.
Mary Lamb : Try it when you're stuck serving three hundred little shits, and all they do is complain. Then you tell me how therapeutic it is.
Paul Hunham : Well, fair enough.
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Paul Hunham : [Referring to Angus] I can't trust him in a social situation.
Mary Lamb : Mr. Hunham, if you're too chickenshit to go to this party, then just say that. But don't fuck it up for the little asshole. What's wrong with you? It's just a party. What are you afraid of?
Paul Hunham : I don't know.
Mary Lamb : Shit. Now you got me nervous.
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Paul Hunham : How long were you married?
Mary Lamb : I was engaged to Curtis's father, but he died before I gave birth. Harold worked in the shipyards, and one day they were carrying this big cargo pallet and the cable snapped. Hit him right across the head. They were good men, both of them, and neither one of them made it to twenty-five. My baby wasn't even twenty.
Paul Hunham : I'm so sorry.
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Paul Hunham : [as they're leaving the Christmas party] I was right. This is why I hate parties. That was a disaster. Total disaster!
Angus Tully : Speak for yourself. I was having fun. Let's take Mary home, make sure she's okay and we'll come back.
Paul Hunham : Out of the question!
Angus Tully : Would you give me a break? I was hitting it off with Elise!
Paul Hunham : The niece? Are you kidding me?
[referencing Mary]
Paul Hunham : This poor woman is bereft, and all you can think about is some silly girl.
Mary Lamb : I don't need you feeling sorry for me.
Angus Tully : [to Mr. Hunham] See? I'm just saying this is the first good thing that came from being in this prison with you.
Paul Hunham : Need I remind you it's not my fault you're stuck here? Do you think I want to be babysitting you? I was praying to the God I don't believe in that your mother would pick up the phone, or your father would arrive in a helicopter or a submarine or a flying fucking saucer to take you off my hands...
Angus Tully : My father's dead!
Paul Hunham : But I thought your father...
Angus Tully : That's just some rich guy my mom married. Give me your keys.
Paul Hunham : It's unlocked.
[Angus gets into the car]
Mary Lamb : You don't tell a boy who's been left behind at Christmas that you're aching to cut him loose. That nobody wants him. What the fuck is wrong with you?
