As referred to by Open Mike, when my mother was exasperated she'd say, "Good night, NURSE!" If I dared to feel sassy, I'd echo back, "Good NIGHT, nurse!"

My grandmother, catching me with matches, would solemnly assure me that "Little boys who play with matches wet the bed!"

My stepfather would tell me that when he was a kid his family was so poor that the would have "breaded nothing" for supper.

My mother: "This is the last time I'm going to tell you to (whatever)!" And I, in a sassy mode: "Good!"

Dave Oesterreich