"Oh, my sainted mother, this could have come right off the top of her stove!"
"Our sainted mother knows we could be like that all the time," Heitor said.
"Well, we're either going to have to do something or get off the pot, as my sainted mother used to say."
My sainted mother on her deathbed made me swear never to fight another duel.
"My sainted mother would be saying half a dozen rosaries tonight if she knew where I was."
"If my sainted mother were alive, I'd have tried to use her too," He would take a moment here.
Such a person, not born of his sainted mother, was a rival, a threat, an enemy.
As my sainted mother used to say, there is a time and a place for everything.
"How my sainted mother managed, I have no idea."
I would have stabbed his hand with my fork except for all the years of training put in by my sainted mother.