Emily: Please, you have to listen to me just for one minute.
Arthur: We have listened to your excuses for the last three hours.
A fair-skinned American woman in a red dress cries while pleading with the family[cite: 1].
Emily: Transfer the deed! Emily needs a home[cite: 1].
Arthur: That property was signed over to the corporate trust months ago.
Emily: A signature obtained by fraud carries no legal standing in a court of law.
Arthur: Try telling that to the federal judges currently reviewing my corporate portfolio.
Margaret: Arthur, she is your flesh and blood; you cannot simply throw her out on the street.
Arthur: Watch me if she refuses to sign the voluntary waiver.
Emily: I will never sign away my mother's legacy to your new wife.
Arthur: Then consider yourself disowned and stripped of every single privilege this family provides.
Emily: You can take the money and the cars, but you can't erase our history here.
Arthur: History doesn't pay the property taxes or maintain a multi-million-dollar estate.
Emily: Mom loved this house more than she loved your cold corporate ambitions.
Arthur: And your mother is gone, leaving me to clean up her financial mistakes.
Emily stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor.
Emily: You're a monster, Arthur. You always have been.
Arthur: Security will escort you off the premises if you utter another insulting word.
Margaret reached out across the linen tablecloth, her expression twisting with deep sorrow.
Will Margaret's intervention stop Arthur's wrath, or will the family break apart completely tonight?