Victoria: Who do you think you are, barging into a private Sterling family ceremony?! Guards, remove this man!
Arthur: Touch me, and I'll buy the security company that pays your salary before you reach the gate.
Mark: Wait... Arthur Vance?! You're Arthur Vance, the CEO of Vance Global Logistics?!
Arthur: That's right, Mark. The man whose contract keeps your father's struggling shipping line afloat.
Victoria: What...? Mark, what is he talking about? You said her father was a grease monkey from East Dallas!
Mark: I... I didn't know! Chloe never brought me to her father's estate! She always met me at her apartment!
Arthur: Because she wanted to see if you loved her for who she was, not for my sixty-billion-dollar net worth! And look how you passed that test!
Arthur rushed up the steps of the wooden altar, pulling off his expensive wool jacket and wrapping it tenderly around Chloe's shivering shoulders, covering her torn dress[cite: 1]. Chloe collapsed against her father's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Chloe: Dad... she ripped my dress in front of everyone... she called our baby a mistake...[cite: 1]
Arthur: Shh, I've got you, baby. Nobody is ever going to hurt you or my grandchild again. I promise you that.
Victoria: Mr. Vance... please, let's be reasonable here! This is all a massive misunderstanding!
Arthur: Misunderstanding?! You tore my pregnant daughter's dress in front of two hundred guests! You humiliated her on her own wedding day![cite: 1]
Victoria: I thought she was a gold-digger! I was just protecting my stepson's trust fund![cite: 1]
Arthur: Your stepson doesn't have a trust fund anymore! Because the Bank of Dallas holds every single mortgage on the Sterling estate, and I own eighty percent of that bank!
Mark dropped to his knees right there on the altar carpet, his hands shaking violently as he looked up at Arthur.
Mark: Mr. Vance, please! I love Chloe! I was just shocked! I didn't know Victoria was going to react like that![cite: 1]
Arthur: You stood there like a coward while your stepmother tore the clothes off your pregnant wife's back![cite: 1]
Mark: Father, stop them! Tell him we can fix this!
Arthur: Don't look for your father, Mark. He's currently sitting in the holding office at my bank trying to prevent his company from filing for bankruptcy before five o'clock today!
Victoria: Bankruptcy?! That's impossible! We just signed a ten-million-dollar extension with your firm last week!
Arthur: An extension that had a default clause contingent on my personal satisfaction with the Sterling family's conduct!
Arthur pulled a small leather folder from his inner pocket, tossing it straight onto the marble floor at Mark's feet[cite: 1].
Arthur: That is the formal cancellation of every contract Vance Global holds with Sterling Shipping. As of right now, your family is completely broke.