BOSS: You! The one who writes all the things I cannot be bothered to read! Am I correct in assuming that the woman behind that door is your mother?
MARK: … yes.
BOSS: Stand aside! I shall deal with her myself.
MARK: I can’t look.
BOSS: You! Mother of my employee! Cease your destruction and leave that room immediately!
MARK’S MOM: Young man, you will mind your tongue when talking to your elders.
BOSS: Woman, I am far older than you can imagine.
MARK’S MOM: Oh, posh.