Brandon: You think she's your maid, Mom? Is that what this estate is to you?
Evelyn: She lives under my roof, Brandon. As long as I pay the property taxes on this mansion, everyone follows my rules.
Brandon: You don't pay the taxes, Mom. My trust fund covers every single dollar of this mortgage!
Evelyn: Don't talk back to your mother in front of your family! Your father left this house to me in his will!
Brandon took two heavy steps toward the dining room table, his pulse hammering in his ears.
Brandon: Dad left you a life estate, Evelyn. But the deed belongs to me once I turn thirty-five next month!
Sarah: Brandon, please, stop... my arms are shaking, I just want to finish the sink.
Brandon: No, Sarah. Put Chloe down right now. Put the sponge down.
Sarah: I can't... she said if the kitchen isn't spotless, she'll call her divorce lawyer friend to help you take full custody from me.
Brandon turned back toward his mother, his eyes burning with furious anger.
Brandon: You threatened her with custody? You used my daughter to abuse my wife?
Evelyn: She is an unfit mother, Brandon! Look at her, she can't even keep up with a basic household routine while you work ninety hours a week at the firm!
Brandon: She works twenty hours a day taking care of a infant, while you spend your afternoons at the country club!
Evelyn: It is my birthright to enjoy my retirement! I raised you alone after your father died, and this girl came from nothing!
Brandon: She came from a family that actually showed love, unlike this toxic house!
Evelyn: Watch your tone! I organized this birthday gala to announce your promotion to senior partner!
Brandon: You organized this to show off to your wealthy neighbors while treating my wife like a servant!
Evelyn: She belongs in the background, Brandon! Look at her clothes! She's wearing dirt-stained sweatpants at a fifty-thousand-dollar event!
Sarah: Because your mother locked my closet this morning, Brandon... she took my clothes away so I wouldn't ruin her family photos!
Brandon: She locked your closet?
Sarah: She said I was too ugly with my bruises to stand next to her high-society friends.
Evelyn: She fell, Brandon! She's clumsy! I was saving our family from embarrassment!
Brandon: You are the only embarrassment in this room, Mother.
Evelyn: How dare you! I am your mother! You will show me respect in this dining room!
Brandon: Respect is earned, Evelyn. And you just lost every ounce of it.
Brandon marched straight toward the festive birthday table where a three-tiered designer cake sat surrounded by crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery.
Evelyn: Brandon, don't you dare touch that table! That cake cost two thousand dollars from Paris!
Brandon: IF SHE DOESN'T GET TO REST, THEN NOBODY EATS!