Michael: Hey, Mom. I need to borrow your country club card. There's a friend I have that has lunch there often I'd like to run into.
Lucille: Sounds like you're asking for a favor.
Michael: And I know what that's gonna cost me. I'm willing to bid on you.
Lucille: I'll give you the money. Start at five grand. If there are other bidders, back off gracefully. Shout out, "I get her 364 days a year for free!" or something.
Michael: You're not gonna hear that phrase.