That post title brings back memories:
It was 1981 and my mom was having a hard time getting over the passing of my dad. So for a while, I occasionally took her to the movies.
One Saturday, I took her to see "Heavy Metal".
She watched attentively with nary a comment.
Afterwards, I expected her to say something about it, given its mature content.
And, as we were passing through the lobby, she did:
"That was a cartoon."
"Earschplittenloudenboomer"