Victoria: So what? People get sick, Arthur! It's called stress from managing a massive corporate trust fund!
Arthur: I have managed the family business for ten years without a single health issue.
Victoria: You are working yourself into an early grave! I've been telling you to slow down!
Arthur: Is that why you insisted we update my life insurance policy last week?
The party guests began to whisper loudly, the clinking of champagne glasses completely stopping as the tension in the room thickened.
Victoria: Updating the estate planning is a normal thing for engaged couples to do!
Arthur: You made sure my new life insurance payout was increased to fifty million dollars.
Victoria: Because you have a daughter to take care of! I was thinking about Lily's future!
Arthur: You made yourself the primary beneficiary, Victoria. Not Lily.
A tall man in a dark grey suit pushed his way through the crowd of stunned guests, holding a leather briefcase.
Harrison: Arthur, what is going on here? People are talking about poisoned food.
Arthur: Harrison, thank God you are here. As my divorce lawyer and estate manager, I need your advice.
Victoria: Divorce lawyer? We aren't even married yet, you crazy old man!
Harrison: I handle all of Arthur's legal contracts, Victoria. That includes the prenup you signed.
Arthur: Harrison, do you remember that medical clause Victoria asked you to add to the prenup?
Harrison: Yes, sir. Section four. If you become mentally or physically incapacitated, she gains full control of the mansion and your assets.
Victoria: That is a standard protection clause! What if he has a stroke? Someone has to pay the mortgage!
Arthur: The mansion is completely paid off, Victoria. There is no mortgage.
Victoria: Well, the property taxes are enormous! I need access to the bank accounts to maintain our lifestyle!
Arthur: You wanted me declared medically unfit. You wanted me to go deaf and weak so the doctors would sign my rights over to you!
Victoria: You are paranoid! The ringing in your ear is just a coincidence!
Lily: She made you drink that special tea every single morning, Daddy.
Arthur: Yes, she did. She fired my regular chef and started making all my meals herself.
Victoria: I was trying to be a good, traditional wife! I cooked for you out of love!
Arthur: Love? You complain every time I ask you to get me a glass of water, but suddenly you are brewing complicated herbal teas?
Harrison: Arthur, if you suspect foul play, I strongly advise we call the local authorities immediately.
Victoria: No! Do not call the police! This is a high-society event! You will ruin my reputation in the city!
Arthur: I think your reputation is the least of your worries right now, Victoria.
Thomas the butler suddenly rushed back into the main hall, holding a small silver tray.
Thomas: Mr. Arthur! I found something in the kitchen trash exactly where young Lily said it would be.
Arthur: Bring it here, Thomas. Let everyone see it.