Jack: There's so much of "place" in the world. There's less time because the time has to be spread extra thin over all the places, like butter. So all the persons say "Hurry up! Let's get going! Pick up the pace! Finish up now." Ma was in a hurry to go "boing" up to Heaven, but she forgot me. Dumbo Ma! So the aliens threw her back down. crash! And broke her.
Ma: I'm sorry that I'm not nice anymore, but you know what? Maybe if your voice saying "be nice" hadn't been in my head, then maybe I wouldn't have helped the guy with the fucking sick dog.