Tiffany: Brandon! Tell your father you're not going to listen to this crazy old woman!
Tiffany reached for Brandon's arm, but Brandon pulled his hand away as if her skin were on fire.
Brandon: Get away from me, Tiffany.
Tiffany: Brandon?! We've been together for two years! We're supposed to get married in the summer!
Brandon: Not anymore. We're done.
Tiffany: You're breaking up with me because of her?!
Brandon: I'm breaking up with you because you just destroyed my family's entire life! You're selfish, cruel, and obsessed with money!
Tiffany: I was defending our status on this deck!
Arthur: What status?! You don't have any status, Tiffany! Your father is a mid-level accountant, and you spend Brandon's money to pretend you're royalty!
Tiffany felt her chest tighten as every person in the room stared at her with complete contempt.
Tiffany: How can you talk to me like this?!
Arthur: Brandon, call the crew. Get her off this ship right now before Mrs. Vance changes her mind!
Brandon: Security, please escort Miss Vance to the lower deck and put her on the transport tender.
The two large security guards stepped forward, grabbing Tiffany by her arms.
Tiffany: Let go of me! Don't touch me!
Security Officer: Step smoothly, ma'am. Don't make this difficult.
Tiffany: Brandon, please! Talk to me! We can fix this!
Brandon: Take off the engagement ring, Tiffany.
Tiffany stopped struggling, looking down at the three-carat diamond ring on her finger.
Tiffany: What?
Brandon: That ring was bought with my family's money. Take it off right now.
Tiffany: You gave this to me! It's mine!
Arthur: Take the ring off or I will have our family lawyer file theft charges against you before you reach the shore!
Tiffany's hands shook as she pulled the diamond ring from her finger, throwing it onto the glass coffee table in tears.
Tiffany: You're all monsters! Every single one of you!
Eleanor: You brought this on yourself, girl. When you treat people like dirt, don't be surprised when your world falls apart.
Tiffany: I will sue you, Mrs. Vance! I will make sure the whole country knows you hit me!
Eleanor: Go ahead. The security cameras on my deck recorded every word you said to me before I put you in your place. Let's see who the public supports.
The security officers pulled Tiffany out through the glass doors, her high heels dragging against the floor as she cried hysterically.
Arthur: Mrs. Vance... she's gone. Her ring is on the table, and the engagement is over.
Eleanor: Good. Now let's talk about condition number four, Arthur.
Arthur froze, his heart pounding against his ribs as he looked at Eleanor with sudden anxiety.
Arthur: Condition number four? You said there were only three conditions...
Eleanor: I changed my mind while watching your son standing there letting his girlfriend abuse people.
Brandon: Mrs. Vance, I apologized!
Eleanor: An apology without consequences is just empty noise, Brandon. If I invest five million dollars in Miller Holdings, I want sixty percent ownership of your firm.
Arthur: Sixty percent?! That means you control the company! That means we lose voting rights!
Eleanor: You can take my deal and keep your business alive, Arthur, or you can walk off my yacht and watch your family file for foreclosure on Monday morning.
Arthur looked at Brandon, then down at the contract in his hands, realizing he had no choice left.
Arthur: Give me the pen, Eleanor. I'll sign.