The Cannonball Run1981

Seymour Goldfarb Jr:
[At the Goldfarb compound, Seymour greets his mother] Mother... I've trust you had a pleasant day.

Mom Goldfarb:
A nightmare. A living nightmare. You are killing me, Seymour. Killing me a slow death with this idiot spy business.

Seymour Goldfarb Jr:
Mother, you don't understand.

Mom Goldfarb:
Oh, what is there to understand? I'm looking at my son, Seymour Goldfarb, Jr., son of Seymour Goldfarb, God rest his soul, and heir to the Goldfarb Girdles fortune. And what is he doing? Walking around, acting like he was some goy movie star named Roger Moore. And for this I sent you to the best schools? For this I'm spending eight thousand on orthodonture work? For this I'm going broke paying that Beverly Hills analyst? And now, ha ha... [lifts the napkin, revealing Seymour's Walther PPK pistol]... this. The sleep-in maid found it under your pillow this morning. What is the meaning of this?

Seymour Goldfarb Jr:
[icy as he grabs the gun] The meaning, mother dear, is a quick death. I've warned you not to interfere in my affairs.

Mom Goldfarb:
[unconvinced; pushes the gun away] Seymour, put that thing away. It's liable to go off.

Seymour Goldfarb Jr:
I'm terribly sorry, mother, but you know too much. You see, in my business, even the deepest family relationships aren't worth a farthing.

Mom Goldfarb:
[still unconvinced] Farthing, smarthing.

[Seymour pulls the slide back and forth, then holds his mother at gunpoint]

Mom Goldfarb:
[shocked] No!

Seymour Goldfarb Jr:
Zie gezundt, mama.

[Seymour pulls the trigger, only to shoot out a flag that says "Bang!", thus revealing to be a fake gun, to his amusement; laughs]

Mom Goldfarb:
[frustrated] Oy! Where did I go wrong?

Seymour Goldfarb Jr:
You know something, mama? You're too Jewish.