Arthur: I have tolerated your insolence for the very last time today.
Emily: Go ahead and hit me then! Prove to everyone what kind of tyrant you really are!
The older American man suddenly stands, slaps the young woman across the face, then points furiously toward the door.
Arthur: Out! Leave this house now!
A loud slap echoed sharply through the quiet dining hall.
Emily: Ah! You... you actually struck me!
Arthur: That was for your utter lack of respect toward the head of this household.
Margaret: Arthur! Have you completely lost your mind?!
Arthur: Stay out of this, Margaret, unless you want to taste my hand as well.
Emily: You're a coward! A coward hiding behind expensive suits and gated walls!
Arthur: Guard! Get this ungrateful intruder off my property immediately!
Emily: You won't need to call security; I wouldn't stay another second in a house of horrors.
Arthur: Make sure she takes her belongings and never darkens my doorstep again.
Margaret buried her face in her handkerchief, weeping softly at the absolute destruction of their family.
Can any amount of wealth ever repair the fractured soul of a man consumed by greed?