Mama Quotes in Heaven & Earth (1993)

Mama: If war produces one thing, it's many cemeteries. And in cemeteries, there are no enemies.

Mama: Tears are God's way of paying you back for what He's taken.

Mama: Who will take over the land?

Shivaji: BOSS.

Mama: Bachelor Of Social Service.

Shivaji: [lifts finger to say something]

Mama: Are you going to utter a punch dialogue?

Shivaji: [nods head] Mmm.

Mama: No Shivaji. Nowadays everyone lifts their finger and speaks punch dialogues.

Mama: After six, there's seven; after sivaji there's no one.

Mama: If you cross Chittoor, there's Katpadi; if you cross Sivaji you're a dead body.

Mafalda: Soup! Now that I was so happy, you give me soup?

Mamá: Happy or not, you'll take it anyway!

Mafalda: Why do I have to take it?

Mamá: Because I, your mother, command you!

Mafalda: If it's just about titles, I am your daughter, and we graduated the same day, haven't we?

Hassan: [narrating] And my mother was my instructor.

Mama: The sea urchins taste of life, don't you think ? Life has its own flavor. Hidden in that shell, raw, beautiful life.

Hassan: [narrating] It was an education for all of the senses.

Mama: But to cook, you must kill. You make ghosts. You cook to make ghosts. Spirits that live on in every ingredient.

Hassan: [narrating] But mostly, I was taught.

Hassan: [Slurping] How to taste.

Mama: Can you taste them?

Mama: I know all about you, Lamar. You da man who got de Governor acquitted.

Mama: [checking pots on stove] Boy didn't marry her for her cooking...

Randy Sue Carter: [from next room] He didn't marry me, period.

Mama: I've always said, "If you can't find a friend, make one."

[first lines]

Young May: What's wrong with my eye, mama?

Mama: Doctor says it's lazy eye. But, we're going to make you look perfect.

Mama: Mutéate

Lynne Wood: What the hell was that?

Mama: Sounded like some sort of animal.

Lynne Wood: Yeah well, if animals around here are smart enough to run radios we're up shitcreek without a paddle.

Mama: You know you never used language like that before you moved to New York City.

Mama: Junior loves them private parts. We knows what to do with them parts. Cut my own out years ago, I did.

Mama: Now don't you make me make you eat crow, sheriff.