Ernest Goes to Jail1990

Auntie Nelda:
The way they run this institution is an outrage, for a poor, tight, old lonely woman like me. Her only son of feathers is a terribly successful one. Young man? Young Man?

Auntie Nelda:
Young Man, Would you please open that gate, I left my car running outside?

Auntie Nelda:
I brought him up with the best I could, but sometimes a bad thief pulls from even the most fragile flower.

Auntie Nelda:
Is this the way you'd treat your mother? Is this the kind of abuse that poor woman must endure?

Auntie Nelda:
Mmmhmm! You ought to be in the slammer with the rest of these misfits! If you had any remorse at all for the HORROR you pushed your mother through, you'd open that gate! I have a car overheating as we SPEAK!

Auntie Nelda:
Now tell your mother how her son has improved the spited shaded in somewhat chicken pass.