Movie lines are a MOM's* (*Mother of Males') best friend. I use them all of the time.
Okay, truth be told: I overuse them. BUT THEY GET THE JOB DONE.
When the boys dilly-dally en route to the dinner table:
"Tina, you fat lard. Come get some dinner. TINA! EAT THE FOOD!"
[This would not be at all funny if either one of my children was remotely fat, and/or named Tina. But Big Kid is tall and lanky, and Little Kid looks like the "after" in a P90x commercial. Are 10 year-olds supposed to have six-packs and obliques? Because mine does.
And, yes, what you are looking at above is a Napoleon and Tina BOXED ACTION FIGURE SET that, sadly, is out of production.]
When they pick at their food and then ask me to make them a "fourth meal" hours later:
"Knock it off, Napoleon! Make yourself a dang quesadilla."
When they try to convince me that I should allow them to do something stupid:
"I sometimes have a feeling I can do crystal meth, but then I think, 'Mmm, better not.'"
When they fail to listen to me and proceed to take steps towards, indeed, doing something stupid:
"Don't put metal in that science oven, Rosalyn."
When they, indeed, do something stupid:
"You're killing me, Smalls."
When that something stupid causes me to take my attention away from a project at work:
"I WAS ABOUT TO CLOSE THE DAMN DEAL WITH THE VERMONT PEOPLE!"