"I'm not your mother, Maxwell. In fact, I'm not anyone's mother."
"Sometimes, it's all about nurturing, rather than pushing a kid out from between your legs, Commander Une."
"The very thing that I wanted to avoid in my life... and put so graphically, too. Thank you, Agent Maxwell."
"Une, work with me, here."
"Agent Maxwell, I'm not really sure what's going on, here. If you could enlighten me?"
"Well, I don't have a mother."
"Immaculate conception?"
"That's blasphemous, ma'am, and cruel."
"Lack of nurturing ability or empathy. Exactly why I thought that rearing children wasn't in my makeup."
"You just have to take the card and flowers, Commander Une, and say, thank you. I'm not asking you to breast feed me and change my diapers."
"Good, because that would cause me to send you to the psyche ward, and fill out paperwork. That would make me stay late, instead of enjoying my half day off."
"Which is for Mother's day, as I recall."
"So I'm opportunistic."
"Look, Une, despite your penchant for sending me into suicide missions, making me take more than my fair share of mosquito infested swamp missions, shorting me on necessary ammo and supplies to save money, and... wait, let me rethink this."
"Ah, someone is getting a clue. The only thing that I haven't done to you is abandon you, like your own mother."
"Why, you, bit-...! Hey, see, you just made my point..."
"What point, Maxwell?"
"You haven't ever abandoned me. You've always... been there."
"You're certifiable, Agent Maxwell."
"Desperate, maybe. Take the flowers and the card... mom."
"All right,if it will get you out of my office."
"Happy Mother's day."
"Whatever."
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"Flowers, Commander Une... and a card? I didn't know that you had-"
"I don't, Po. Get me something to put these in before they die."
"Who-?"
"Don't start, Po, just get something."