Elena: Look what you did to her arm when you knocked that heavy stand over.
Richard: I didn't touch her! She tripped over her own clumsy feet!
A woman in a green dress holds the little girl, inspecting a blood-stained white ribbon with a horrified expression.
Elena: Call an ambulance! Her arm is bleeding through her sleeve!
Guest: Someone get a first aid kit over here right now!
Claire: Don't make such a dramatic spectacle out of a tiny scratch.
Elena: A tiny scratch? Her wrist is lacerated from your husband's reckless rage!
Richard: She shouldn't have been standing where she didn't belong in the first place.
Elena: Have you lost every ounce of human decency you ever possessed?
Richard: My decency is reserved for people who actually matter in this industry.
Elena: Matters of corporate standing don't excuse physical endangerment of a minor.
Richard: Threaten me with lawsuits all you want, but my lawyers will bury you.
Elena: Your lawyers are currently packing their desks after the federal subpoena arrived.
Claire: Stop listening to her lies, Richard. She's just trying to blackmail us.
Elena: Blackmail is what you call finding signed confessions in your office safe.
Will the medical emergency force the arrogant executives to finally face accountability?