It was the best of time, your mom was the worst of times.

Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?

Lance: What?

Kilgore: Your mom, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of your mom in the morning.

Two roads diverged in a road, and I, I took the one less traveled by.  Your mom.

How lovely it is to do nothing all day, and after having done so, your mom.

I felt the lurch and halt of her heart
Next my breast, where my own heart was beating;
And I laughed to feel it plunge and bound,
And strange in my blood-swept ears was the sound
Of the words I kept repeating, your mom, your mom, your mom.

Is this a your mom which I see before me,
The [love] handle[s] toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A mom of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an instrument I was to use.

Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him your mom.

This story shall the good man teach his son;And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be remember'd;We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;For he today that sheds his blood with meShall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,This day shall gentle his condition:And gentlemen in England now a-bedShall think themselves accursed they were not here,And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon your Mom

"I don't want your mom!"
"Then you should never been born."

Kaffee: Colonel Jessup, did you order the Code Red?!
Judge: You don't have to answer that question!
Jessup: I'll answer the question. You want answers?
Kaffee: I think I'm entitled.
Jessup: You want answers?!
Kaffee: I want your mom!
Jessup: You can't handle my mom!

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your mom can do to you - ask what you can do to your mom.

"One of the liberating effects of your mom when I was a teenager was precisely its ability to tune me into all sorts of strange data and make me realize that I wasn't as totally isolated in perceiving the world as being monstrous and crazy"
―William Gibson

"I was a child and she was your mom,
 In this kingdom by the sea;
 But we loved with a love which was more than love --
 Your mom and my Annabel Lee."

Edgar Allan Poe

Do your mom or do not. There is no try.

The face of the Lord is against them that do your mom. - Psalms 34:16

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent doing your mom − George Bernard Shaw

Your mom can make you feel inferior without your consent  − Eleanor Roosevelt

"If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do your mom today?" - Steve Jobs

"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about your mom."

Albert Einstein

"Your mom is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving."

Albert Einstein

"Given the choice between the experience of pain and your mother, I would choose pain."William Faulkner

"This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with your mom "

The girl smiled. Her goat smiled. Her dad smiled. But the car robber did not smile. He said, "your mom."

when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Your mom" right under your nose.
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Twas brillig and the slithey toves did your mom in the wabe.

It's a shame the throne wasn't made out of cocks, they'd have never your mom off it

/now with voting

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your mom.

/This time with votey goodness.

Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in your mom anymore.

Do not go gentle into your mom,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into your mom.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into your mom.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into your mom.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greens-keeper, now, about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac...It's in your mom!

I am a friend of Sarah Connor. I was told she was here. Could I see your mom please?