“Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insane. Hey, let's have a crepe.”

“A lot of women have trouble with their mothers-in-law.”Raphael’s look was priceless. “My mother is an insane archangel.”

“Yeah according to my- Hey, are you staring at my chest? -Rose to Adrian”

“Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?" Pointing to his disciples, he said, "Here are my mother and my brothers... (Matthew 12:48)”

“My name is Sabastian. I had a father, but he is dead. I had a mother, but she is dead to me. I have a brother, and I will Bind him to me. I have a sister, and I will teach her to love me. My name is Sabastain, and I am going to burn down the world”

“Breast milk is big business." My mother uses my sarcasm as a springboard for her insanity. "We should consider opening a shop that caters to that market. We can call it 'The Milk Bar' or 'Mother's Milk'."...Ethan slaps his hand on the counter. "We can have ice cream made from that shit." He nods into my mother, stony faces, as if he didn't just let an expletive fly.”