Mother?

Mother!

Oh, you really do love him, don’t you?  So?  Here, have some lemonade.  What’s wrong with this lemonade?  Why do you love these sick, psycho, murder, whores more than me?  Unconditional love is snoring?  Uh, boring?  911?  911?  Why have you forsaken me?  The Blood.

The Blood.  Everywhere, the blood!

Him:  “Don’t you see?  You don’t have to be good?  You just have to love me.”

Oh, dear, god, it really is all about you?  You are the author and the finisher of their faith?  You, Him?  All roads lead to Him, but why are there no roads?

Do we live in the middle of a crop circle?

Did you steal that white diamond from the Elizabeth Taylor collection?

I smell smoke.

It’s so soft and so lush outside my door, Gucci Bloom?

Gucci-Bloom

Bloom where I am planted?  This movie is called Mother!  Where is my child?

Why is there a line to my toilet?  Put that back.  Get off that.  It’s not braced.  Why are your followers so disobedient?  What’s that lady from SNL doing here?  She’s wigging out!  Haha, haha.  All my work is in vain.  Is all my work in vain?

Them:  “How will they know we were here?”

Fool:  “Duh, by the mess in your kitchen?”

Shut up.

Lift us up!  Yes, lift us up.  Finally, he’s lifting us up.  Black lady doctor, Dr./Mrs. Simon the Cyrene, get down from here!  Don‘t you get it?  Your people will be doomed to bear this cross forever!  God, this is exhausting!

Holy hell, why is there a war in this house?

I’m sleepy.  Let me rest my eye for a moment.  Hail Mary, full of grace—I see you watching me!  With my other eye!  Now, you are with me?  Nooow, I have your undivided attention?  Oh, god, you took my child while I slept?  You sneaky….

Trials and tribulations, will they never end?

Kristen-Wiig-Mother!

You love those heathens more than you love your son!  More than me, Madonna?

Him:  “They just want to touch him.”

No!  No!  No!  Like bread and wine, they want to eat him!  What!  They ate him?

Mother!:  Y’all ain’t got to go home,

but y’all got to get the hell outta here! 

That’s where I’m going.  You come, too!

Like a moth to the flames, burned in the fire, purged in the flames, lost in the fire, is this the way love goes?

And goes?  And goes?  Here, take my pretty soul rock.  Hello?

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Yeah, Mother! was kind of like that.

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