"You're gonna let him do what he did to you to God knows how many other women? I can't believe it! I'm ashamed of you! The mother I know would never refuse! My mother always helped other people! You know what? You are selfish! YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER ANYMORE!"
— Gloria Bunker-Stivic to Edith, her mother, who's recently been a victim of attempted rape, All in the Family ("Edith's 50th Birthday")
Sho: You're not my mom as far as I'm concerned!!
Sho's mother: Oh yeah? Well, you're no son of mine!!
Sho's mother: Oh yeah? Well, you're no son of mine!!
— Drifting Classroom, Chapter 1
"If she ever stops ignoring me, I'd love to introduce you to my daughter someday. Would you be okay with that?"
— Jessie Maye to the player, Huniepop 2
Li Shan: I already lost you once, I don't want to lose you again. I can't.
Po: You just did.
Po: You just did.
Chandler McCann: What did you call me? Son?
Mr. McCann: Yes. You're my son.
Chandler: Really? Last time I saw you, your words were that I WASN'T your son, that I was DEAD to you. But let me tell you something, Dad. You're not dead to me. Well, not yet. I wanted to be you, I wanted to follow in your footsteps... and now that can't happen, because of you. Now I have decided that I have no father, figuratively AND literally!
Mr. McCann: No, nooo, NOOOOOOOO! (Chandler drowns him to death)
Mr. McCann: Yes. You're my son.
Chandler: Really? Last time I saw you, your words were that I WASN'T your son, that I was DEAD to you. But let me tell you something, Dad. You're not dead to me. Well, not yet. I wanted to be you, I wanted to follow in your footsteps... and now that can't happen, because of you. Now I have decided that I have no father, figuratively AND literally!
Mr. McCann: No, nooo, NOOOOOOOO! (Chandler drowns him to death)
Brigit: Cinder, honey. This is just a mistake. You can't leave your mother!
Cinder: You are not my mother. You were my torturer. My tormentor. My jailer. You were never a mother. You were a monster. But now, you are nothing to me anymore.
Cinder: You are not my mother. You were my torturer. My tormentor. My jailer. You were never a mother. You were a monster. But now, you are nothing to me anymore.
— Cinder leaving her abusive mother to die in a fire, My Name Is Cinder
Marge: Homie, are you really going to ignore Grampa for the rest of your life?
Homer: Of course not, Marge. Just for the rest of his life. He said I was an accident... he didn't want to have me.
— The Simpsons, "Grampa vs. Sexual Inadequacy" (They later reconcile, though.)
