-Mom!

-(imitating) Mom.

Alright, mom!

-Hi. I'm Henry's mom. -Hi, Henry's mom.

-Laundry. -[sigh] Mom.

-Henry? Henry! -Mom!

Mom? It was you?

-[sigh] Oh Mom. That Jack Bradfield.

-Mom, watch this! -Wait! [screaming] [glass breaks]

Mom. There's something we gotta talk about.

-Your mom is so cool. -Yeah, she's alright.

-[sigh] You're too kind, mom. (to the boys) Come on!

-When I was a teenager... -Mom. I know about dad.

-Come on, let's go! Come on Mom! Come on! -Alright, okay!

He's a good kid. He must have a heck of a mom.

-Hey kid! How would you like to pitch for the Chicago Cubs? -Great! But I gotta ask my mom first. -He's gotta ask his mom first.

Let's go kid! Where's your mom sitting? This one's for mommy! Mommy!

-Oh I didn't know! Stop worrying, it's just part of the game! -It's gonna be great, mom!

-No, I wanna make sure you get in okay. -None of the other Cub moms are gonna be there.

-Hey! Your mom's got a pretty good arm! I didn't see the floater pitch since Scuffy McGee! Bye! So long! -Bye!