mother: I am taking over as the Don Corleone of this house; enough is enough. David, you are such a rotten apple. now it's time for you to either kiss Don Corleone's ring, or die. Or you can
shack up with your girlfriend and
flap your own wings; the ball is in your half court.
David: Since I am too late to save my
sinking Titanic, what are the consequences?
mother: you are going to save your sinking Titanic or you can try to flap your own wings.