Julian: You... you crazy bitch! Look what you did to my suit!
Evelyn: Your suit is the least of your concerns, Julian.
Eleanor: Security! Guards! Get this lunatic out of my gala right now!
Evelyn: Go ahead, Eleanor. Call them. Let everyone see how you handle the real heir to the Sterling estate.
Eleanor: You are no heir! Your father left everything to me and Julian in his final will!
Evelyn: You mean the forged will your dirty family lawyer drafted while my father was on his deathbed in the ICU?
Julian: Shut up! You can't prove any of that!
Evelyn: I don't need to prove it here. The federal prosecutors are already doing that for me.
Eleanor: You're bluffing. You have nothing!
Evelyn: Am I? Ask Julian why his private offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands were frozen two hours ago.
Julian’s face turned deathly pale as he scrambled up from the shattered glass, wiping sauce and oil off his sleeves.
Julian: Mom... my banking app isn't opening. It says access restricted by court order.
Eleanor: What? Julian, check it again! That's impossible!
Julian: I'm checking! It says... frozen by federal warrant!
Evelyn: Did you really think I spent the last three years playing the grieving, helpless daughter?
Eleanor: You sneaky little snake... I brought you into this family!
Evelyn: You married my father for his money, starved him of his medication, and tried to steal my mother's rightful inheritance.
Eleanor: Your mother was a weak nobody, just like you!
Evelyn: My mother built Sterling Global Enterprises from the ground up while you were busy hunting rich old men.
Julian: Mom, do something! People are filming this on their phones!
Eleanor: Put those cameras away! All of you, turn them off!
Evelyn: Let them film, Eleanor. Let the board of directors see who is running their company into the dirt.
Eleanor: I am the CEO! I hold sixty percent of the voting stock!
Evelyn: You held sixty percent. Until the forensic audit revealed those shares were purchased with stolen trust fund assets.
Julian: She's lying, Mom! She has to be!
Evelyn: Check your email, Eleanor. The board just called an emergency vote ten minutes ago.
Eleanor’s hand trembled as she pulled a gold-cased smartphone from her purse. Her eyes scanned the screen, growing wider with every passing second.
Eleanor: This... this can't be real. They ousted me?
Evelyn: Unanimously. You are no longer the CEO of Sterling Global.
Julian: No! That company belongs to us!
Evelyn: It belongs to the family that built it. And that isn't you.
Eleanor: I will sue you for every dime you have! I’ll hire the best defense lawyers in Washington!
Evelyn: With what money, Eleanor? The trust accounts are seized, the house is under federal lien, and your personal credit cards were cancelled five minutes ago.
Julian: Mom, tell me she's lying! Tell me we still have the penthouse!
Eleanor: Quiet, Julian!
Evelyn: Enjoy the rest of your evening, stepmother. The police report for assault will be filed by morning.
Evelyn turned her back on the squabbling pair and began walking slowly toward the glass double doors at the far end of the grand hall.