Oh, yo mama fight!
— Darth Vader, Robot Chicken
You want to play the dozens,
Well, the dozens is a game,
But the way I fucked your mother
Was a God damn shame.
— George Carlin, in one of his earlier comedy albums.
BLU Scout: What are you, the president of his fan club?
BLU Spy: No, that would be your mother!
Matt: Ahaha! Yeah, you're a real combat specialist!
Pat: Your mom is a fucking combat specialist.
Your Mom has bad science.
— Doyle Blackwell, The Secret Saturdays
Your mother sucks cocks in Hell!
— Reagan, The Exorcist
Your mother is down here, Karras, with us. Would you like to leave a message? I'll make sure she gets it.
— Reagan, The Exorcist
Something about... your maternal ancestor.
— Evil!Hoshi translates for a Tholian captive in In a Mirror, Darkly
Y'know, I'm glad now your mother rejected all my advances, because at least I know you're not my son. There aren't many who can say that...
— Emperor Doviculus, Brütal Legend
<Colin> Am I the only one who doesn't find the "your mom" business funny, by the way?
<Colin> as a parody of poor insults it might have been funny
<Colin> three years ago
<Colin> but you have been doing it for literally years now :P
<Asimir> I've been doing your mom for literally years now
Detective Lowe: You're probably in a hurry to get home to your little lady or whatever you call her, huh? The night time is the right time for love and all that, right?
Detective Renee Montoya: That's what your mother tells me.
Malfoy: And there's a picture, Weasley! A picture of your parents outside their house — if you can call it a house. Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?
Harry: (trying to hold Ron back) Get stuffed, Malfoy. Come on, Ron —
Malfoy: Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you Potter? So tell me, is his mother really that porky or is it just the picture?
Harry: You know your mother, Malfoy? The expression on her face — like she's got dung under her nose? Is she like that all the time or just because you were with her?
Lucky: Your mothers had fleas! Your fathers were foxes!
Dagger: (Starting to get angry) You little-!
Lucky: You were born in spoil-boxes! You taste so bad, the fleas spit you out! Your mothers were tailless! You hear me, mange breeders? Your fathers licked sharpclaw spit!
Archie, the chair was old and rickety.
Old and rickety? You'd say a rotten thing like that about something that I hold dear? Do I ever say rotten things like that about the things that you hold dear? Did I ever call your mother old and rickety? Did I ever bust one of her legs?
But the springs was all loose.
So was your mother's.
And it was covered with beer stains.
So was your mother.
And the stuffin' was all comin' out.
You knew her better than me!