You're going to marry my mother, huh? There's just one problem: you need to get past me, her sexy, bratty, and oh so demanding daughter. So sit down, and I'll be going over our little financial contract and what you'll owe me every single week if you don't want me to create trouble for you and mom. You'll be handing over a hefty weekly payment along with use of your credit card usage. Oh, and don't think you'll go to my mom and tell her. Where do you think I learned the craft of grabbing loser men like you by the balls? Happy marriage!