Michael: [answers phone] Hey, Mom.
Lucille: Are you aware we've been downgraded to being just pool members at the club now?
Michael: Yeah, it's a real shame what's going on with this family. You're stuck by the pool, and Dad's getting picked last for softball.
Lucille: Nonetheless, Michael, you can free up a little company money to get back our golf privileges.
Michael: No, I can't. Mom, you don't even play golf.
Lucille: No, but I use the clubhouse dining room until I was turned away today. It's embarrassing. [to the waiter] Take it back! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear! [on the phone] You should see the looks I'm getting. If you can't free up the cash, have your father call the club president.
Michael: I've got news for you, Mom. I'm not visiting Dad in jail anymore. [Lucille gasps as she looks at her food] No, I've had it. I'm down there every single day, I'm trying to do what I can to get this company back on track and he barely even acknowledges me.
Lucille: That is disgusting! Talk to your father. [holds up a curly fry] I will not stand for this!