A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
— I guess you believe in true love, don't you?
— I don't know, but they ought to invent a way that you don't have children... unless you care for each other, cos kids know the difference.
I love my sons too much to mollycoddle them.
— I want you to have what you need.
— All I need is you, papa. Please stay.
Happy is he that is happy in his children.