Margarethe: Turn that camera off right now, Julian! You have no legal right to record me inside our private residence!
Julian: This mansion belongs to the Vance Family Trust, and you are officially an intruder on private property.
Eleanor: To think I made you breakfast every morning because I thought you were carrying my grandchild... How could a human being be so cruel?
Margarethe: Cruel? What about how your son treated me?! He forced me to sign a prenuptial agreement that left me with peanuts if we got divorced within three years!
Julian: That prenup was designed to protect my son's inheritance from opportunists like you!
Margarethe: I deserved security! I gave up my career in Chicago to move into this middle-of-nowhere estate with you and your brat!
Leo: I'm not a brat! And I caught you stealing my mom's old jewelry from the safe last month too!
Margarethe: Shut up, you little rat! You don't know what you're talking about!
Julian: Do not speak to my son like that! Touch him or yell at him again, and I won't wait for the police to drag you out of here!
Margarethe clutched the deflated red satin robe around her waist, trying desperately to cover the cheap rubber harness strapped around her hips. Her glamorous appearance was completely ruined, her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared from the sudden panic.
Margarethe: Julian, please... we can fix this quietly. We don't have to drag this into the courtroom. Think about your family's reputation in the papers!
Julian: My reputation will survive a fraudulent marriage. Your freedom won't survive a felony indictment.
Margarethe: You wouldn't press criminal charges against your own wife! The press will ruin your company's stock price by Monday morning!
Julian: I am the CEO of Vance Logistics, Margarethe. My board of directors will celebrate me removing a scam artist from my home.
Eleanor: I am calling our family attorney right now. Mr. Harrison needs to see this video footage immediately before she tries to flee the state.
Margarethe: Don't you dare call Harrison! He's my lawyer too!
Julian: He represents the estate, not you. And his retainer is paid out of my corporate account, which is now officially closed to your credit cards.
Margarethe reached into her robe pocket, pulling out her gold iPhone with trembling hands. She tapped the screen frantically, trying to dial her personal assistant, but the screen immediately displayed a red account suspension warning.
Margarethe: Why is my phone service disconnected?! What did you do to my account?!
Julian: I froze all supplementary credit lines thirty minutes ago when Leo showed me the Amazon receipt for a medical-grade silicon belly.
Margarethe: You... you knew before coming down the stairs?!
Julian: I wanted you to state your demands on camera first. And you fell right into the trap.