Well, who do you want to be if not Mama?

Mama was working by the fire when they came in.

I knew he was going to try and see his mama.

Sometimes he came around to see Mama, but not very often.

Mama was a country woman with a whole lot of common sense.

Something Mama had said not long ago was working its way up through her mind.

But finally, her mama let him go and so did she.

Mama was talking to her as if she were a child.

Could be that Mama hit hard and said mean things.

And she said there would never be anyone like Mama.

She'd go with him, get Mama and leave two minutes later.

The only one, ever, they could use against me was Mama.

But why'd he go there and not come home like Mama said?

I were wrong even to think of it in the first place, Mama.

Key and Mama are all that's left of my family.

She should have known better than to let Mama drive the car.

He was, her mama would have called him, a man of some color.

This is another thing Mama used to tell me quite often.

From the looks of Mama, she means to pay it.

I should tell him first so he can be there to support Mama.

Mama turned just enough to look at me with one eye.

I finally got Mama back on the stage after about 30 years.

Four weeks ago the children still put Mama at the head of the list right along, where she had always been.

I told your mama before she died, that girl getting above herself.

I have to go on back home again and so does Mamma.

Mamma wants to know if you're going to be much longer.

I worked very hard and Mamma took all my money away from me for the church.

It was the first time she had ever been called mamma.

Mamma and I, we think a great deal about it.

You were not by, when I told mamma and the others all about it.

Four weeks ago the children still put Mamma at the head of the list right along, where she had always been.

You must go to bed, and not trouble poor Mamma.

"Then you will take care of mamma, and make it good with her?"

"Well, Mamma, you know they are always there even if one cannot see them."

There were times when she felt really angry with Mamma.

"Mamma says I worry over things that will never come true."

Mamma had a wonderful time in her young days; she used to tell me of it.

But Mamma thinks it's probably true, and she wants to know how you feel about it.

It is so sad he should have only me and not my mamma!

I went with him; for poor August was past hope, and mamma would not let me help her.

He could not remember ever seeing his mamma look so grave.

"Oh, Mamma, did you tell him we were going to the play?"

Mamma was one of the most beautiful women in Sydney, she had heard people say.

She must run away and not bully her mamma,' I said.

"Mamma says you should give me more money for this.

"Mamma, I want to go where the other children are going.

It is mamma and I that have a right to complain.

And as Mamma was, too, though trying to hide her concern.

Mamma doesn't seem to know what to do about her, either.

Well, who do you want to be if not Mama?

Mama was working by the fire when they came in.

I knew he was going to try and see his mama.

Sometimes he came around to see Mama, but not very often.

Mama was a country woman with a whole lot of common sense.

Something Mama had said not long ago was working its way up through her mind.

But finally, her mama let him go and so did she.

Mama was talking to her as if she were a child.

Could be that Mama hit hard and said mean things.

And she said there would never be anyone like Mama.

She'd go with him, get Mama and leave two minutes later.

The only one, ever, they could use against me was Mama.

What will your mama say if I hand you over like this?

But why'd he go there and not come home like Mama said?

I were wrong even to think of it in the first place, Mama.

Key and Mama are all that's left of my family.

She should have known better than to let Mama drive the car.

He was, her mama would have called him, a man of some color.

This is another thing Mama used to tell me quite often.

From the looks of Mama, she means to pay it.

I should tell him first so he can be there to support Mama.

Mama turned just enough to look at me with one eye.

I finally got Mama back on the stage after about 30 years.

Four weeks ago the children still put Mama at the head of the list right along, where she had always been.

I told your mama before she died, that girl getting above herself.