Clara: Dad, please... let's just go home. I don't want Lily to see any more fighting.
Arthur: In a moment, sweetheart. I'm going to make sure these parasites understand exactly who they messed with.
Julian: Mr. Vance, I swear I didn't know Clara was your daughter! She never mentioned your name!
Arthur: Because my daughter wanted to be loved for who she is, not for my thirty-billion-dollar net worth!
Victoria: Arthur, please! Our families have business deals together! We are partners on the downtown high-rise project!
Arthur: Were partners, Victoria. As of nine o'clock this morning, I pulled all Vance capital from the high-rise project.
Victoria: You pulled the funding?! That project will go into foreclosure by next month!
Arthur: Then I suggest you start selling your jewelry to pay off the bank loans.
Julian took a desperate step forward, extending his shaking hands toward Clara while trying to avoid Arthur's piercing glare.
Julian: Clara, look at me! Tell your father to stop this! We're family!
Clara: Family? When Lily dropped her toy earlier, Chloe kicked it across the floor and called her a brat.
Chloe: I didn't mean to kick it! It was an accident!
Clara: And when I stood up to protect my daughter, you shoved a three-tier birthday cake directly into my face!
Victoria: You were standing in the way of the photos, Clara! It was an accident!
Arthur: An accident? My security team has the full high-definition feed from every camera in this ceiling.
Julian: Security feed...? You were recording us?
Arthur: I own the venue, Julian. I monitor everything that happens on my property.
Arthur: I watched you and your mother plan this humiliation on camera twenty minutes before my daughter even arrived.
Victoria: We... we were just trying to put her in her place so she wouldn't ask for a share in the family trust!
Arthur: My daughter doesn't need your pathetic family trust! Her trust fund is larger than your entire family's net worth combined!
Julian: Larger than our entire net worth...?
Arthur: She owns forty percent of Vance International stock. She is the principal owner of the building your mother's boutique operates in!
Victoria's jaw dropped open, her eyes wide with total panic as she clutched her bruised cheek.
Victoria: She... she owns the Regency Plaza building?!
Clara: Yes, Victoria. And your lease renewal paperwork is currently sitting on my desk waiting for my signature.
Victoria: Clara... sweetie... you wouldn't kick my boutique out, would you? We've been there for ten years!
Clara: You told me fifteen minutes ago that I belong on my knees cleaning carpet, Victoria.
Clara: Tomorrow morning, my eviction notice will be delivered to your boutique front counter at nine AM sharp.