Ethan: Give him to me, Rosa. Hand my boy to me right now.
Rosa: His skin is like ice, Mr. Sterling! His little lips are turning dark blue!
Ethan: Noah, look at Daddy. Open your eyes for Daddy, buddy.
Ethan ripped off his dark blue suit jacket, wrapping the thick wool around his shivering infant son.
Noah gasped between tiny, ragged sobs, his breath rattling in his cold chest.
Victoria: Ethan, darling, please listen to reason! The pitcher slipped while I was pouring water!
Ethan: You poured two quarts of ice water directly onto an infant's chest!
Victoria: It was a total accident! I was trying to refill the crystal decanter on the side table!
Rosa: The decanter is on the other side of the room, you liar! You held the pitcher right over his face!
Victoria: Shut your mouth, maid! Ethan, are you going to let a common cleaning woman disrespect me?
Ethan: Rosa saved my son's life while you stood there smiling!
Victoria: I wasn't smiling! I was in shock!
Ethan: I saw your face before I crossed the threshold, Victoria.
Victoria: You couldn't have seen anything from the driveway!
Ethan: The double doors have tempered glass side panels. I watched you dump the ice.
Victoria’s hand trembled as she pushed herself up against the mahogany coffee table.
Victoria: He was crying so loud, Ethan! He was screaming for two hours straight!
Ethan: He is seven months old, Victoria! Babies cry when they need their parents!
Victoria: I have a severe migraine! The noise was splitting my skull open!
Ethan: So your solution was to give an infant hypothermia?
Victoria: I just wanted him to quiet down! I didn't think the water was that cold!
Rosa: She packed the pitcher with ice cubes from the industrial freezer, Mr. Sterling!
Ethan: Did you touch him anywhere else, Victoria?
Victoria: No! I swear on my mother's grave, I never laid a finger on him!
Rosa: Look at his left thigh, sir. Unbutton his sleeper.
Ethan pulled back the wet cotton fabric, his breath hitching in his throat.
Three dark purple finger-pinch bruises ran along the baby’s tender skin.
Ethan: You bruised my son's legs.
Victoria: That was from his car seat straps! You know how tight those buckles are!
Ethan: Car seat buckles don't leave adult fingernail gouges, Victoria.
Victoria: You're blaming me for everything! What about the stress I’ve been under planning our wedding gala?
Ethan: There is no wedding gala, Victoria. There is no wedding at all.
Victoria: You can't cancel our wedding! We have six hundred high-society guests arriving on Saturday!
Ethan: Tell your guests to stay home.
Victoria: My father invested forty million dollars in your maritime logistics firm!
Ethan: Your father didn't invest a single penny of clean capital, Victoria.
Victoria: What are you talking about?! Vance Maritime holds thirty percent of your company's equity!
Ethan: Your father embezzled that forty million dollars directly from the municipal pension board.
Victoria froze on the floor, the color draining from her cheeks until she looked like wet paper.
Victoria: That is slander! My father is an honorable commissioner on the port authority!
Ethan: Your father was arrested at his country club forty minutes ago by federal marshals.
Victoria’s eyes darted frantically toward her designer handbag on the console table.
Victoria: Arrested...? That’s impossible! He’s having lunch with our corporate tax attorneys!
Ethan: Pick up your phone, Victoria. Look at the breaking business news.