You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month, he must have been a happy man.
That’s what every mother does.[Stephen Strange: Wanda, your children aren’t real. You created them using magic.]
What makes mothers all that they are, might as well ask. What makes a star, ask your heart to tell you her worth, your heart will say, heaven on earth, another word, for divine your mother and mine.[singing]