Victoria: Move out of my way before I drag you and that brat out into the street myself[cite: 1].
Clara: You aren't touching either of us, Victoria! Your time in this house is finished[cite: 1]!
Victoria: You talk awfully big for someone who cleans up spills for a living[cite: 1].
Clara: At least my hands aren't stained with attempted murder[cite: 1]!
Victoria: Shut your mouth! Here comes Richard now, and you are about to find out whose word matters[cite: 1].
Full natural daylight illuminated the white foyer with the American flag visible in the background as the heavy atmosphere shifted instantly[cite: 1]. Grand double doors slammed open with a deafening crash, accompanied by heavy running footsteps echoing off the marble floor[cite: 1]. An authoritative fair-skinned man in a burgundy velvet suit rushed inside, looking completely outraged by the commotion[cite: 1].
Richard: What in God's name is happening in my foyer right now[cite: 1]?!
Victoria: Richard! Thank heavens you're back! This unhinged maid attacked me and tried to steal your son[cite: 1]!
Clara: Don't listen to a single word that monster says, sir! She is lying to your face[cite: 1]!
Richard: Everyone stop talking right this second! Clara, why are you sitting on the floor holding my baby like that[cite: 1]?
Clara: Sir, she tried to drop him onto the floor[cite: 1]!
An emotional music swell filled the grand hall as Clara looked up with tear-filled eyes, pointing an accusing finger toward the balcony where Victoria stood frozen[cite: 1].
Richard: Drop him? Drop my newborn son onto the marble[cite: 1]?
Victoria: She's hysterical, Richard! The baby slipped while she was handing him over to me[cite: 1]!
Clara: That is a despicable lie! She held him upside down by his legs over the railing and let go[cite: 1]!
Richard: Victoria... is there any truth to what she is saying[cite: 1]?