It’s definitely “Quin’zee”, as in “Jawn Quinzee Ad’mz”
There’s definitely a “Z” in there :-)
A “new” nun from Boston came to our parish to teach Sunday school. A bunch of us were helping her set up the classroom; she asked me to “put the cahtan in the press.”
I thought she said “cotton” and I certainly didn’t know what a “press” was.
I was so shy, I was afraid to ask, so I asked her to repeat it; She said, “Put the cahton in the press” and she said it louder, thinking I didn’t hear her well. I became terrified as we were taught to be very respectful of the clergy. I remember I was frozen with fear. She pointed a bony finger at the cardboard box and then motioned to the closet.
Saying “Duh” to myself, I did what was directed and inched out of the room.
Later that year we learned about “bubblers” and “hot top” and “submarine sandwiches.” I had no idea. LOL
(If we got our lessons perfectly right, she’d let us read comic books as a reward. She kept the door open in a way that she could see if the priest was coming, and if he was, she’d announce loudly “Children, take out your rosaries!” That was our signal to quickly sit on the comics to hide them.)