Your mamas are not here to take care of you now…
My mama will always be here to take care of me, even moreso, my dead daddy. If you have forgotten your mama and her upbringing then you are lost.
Have you forgotten the face of your father?
Where’s mamas go?
“It’s just you, me, and Uncle Sam. And before I leave you, you’re gonna find out that me and Uncle Sam are one and the same.”
“Uncle Spooje?”
This fits, in an albeit strained manner (in other words, it’s a movie cliche, but not worthy of starting its own “movie cliche” thread):
I think we need to retire where, when one person is telling a dubious story, they tell the other person, “you’ve gotta believe me.”
Pulls me right out of the movie.
I’m posting in this thread 'cause spooje and Robot Arm are in the thread. I thought I’d better post before I got drafted.
You have to trust me on this!
Soldier, I’ve noticed that you’re always last.
:mad: You’d better be reaching for a gun when you say that
I do not shoot with my hand 
I’m pacing myself.
Nah, mate. That’s what YOUR mother is for.
We’re gonna teach you to walk, talk, eat, sleep, shoot, shit, like a United States SOLDIER!!!
You don’t say sir to me, I work for a living!!!
You just made the list, buddy.
Would they send us someplace special?
Son, there … there ain’t no draft anymore.
Where is your Platoon Sergeant?
Blown … Up … Sir!
I always heard that line as “blowed up, sir!”
But then, I always heard the dismissal line as “Party time, Italian style,” so WTF do I know? 
Gutless Punk!
We were all … STUPID enough … to join the SDMB.