Clara: No, I didn't mean that! I meant... I heard the maintenance guys talking about an outage earlier in the week!
Arthur: Save your breath for a criminal judge, Clara. Your lies won't work anymore.
Elena: Should I call the police department back and let them know the suspect is cornered in the foyer, sir?
Arthur: Do it, Elena. Tell them we have a clear confession on audio and video evidence ready for dispatch.
Clara: You wouldn't dare put me in handcuffs, Arthur! We're married! We have a social standing and a reputation to maintain!
Arthur: My daughter's life is worth more than every penny of our fortune and every social club in this city combined.
Clara: If you ruin me, I'll make sure my high-priced divorce lawyers tear your entire corporate empire down to the studs!
Arthur: Let your lawyers try. Right now, you are going to experience what a real father feels like when someone touches his child.
Clara: Stay back, Arthur! You're making a terrible mistake that you'll regret for the rest of your natural life!
Arthur: The only mistake I regret is ever signing marriage papers with a cold-blooded sociopath.
Clara: I am your wife! You cannot treat me like common trash in front of the hired help!
Arthur: Elena is more of a mother to this child than you could ever hope to be in a million lifetimes!
Clara: That baby ruined my life! She ruined my figure, she ruined our social calendar, and she was going to take half my inheritance settlement!
Arthur: There it is. The real reason. You tried to murder an infant over money and property divisions.
Clara: I didn't mean to kill her, I just wanted her out of the way so the trust fund would revert back to my control!
Elena: Dear Lord in heaven... she actually admitted it out loud in front of witnesses.
Arthur: You heard her, Elena. Every single word was picked up by the intercom recording system as well.
Clara: Arthur, wait! Don't look at me like that! Put the baby down and let's talk about our future!
Arthur: Our future ended the second you lifted that stroller over the balcony railing.
Clara: You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me! Think of what the tabloids will say tomorrow morning!
Arthur: Tabloids are the least of your worries when you're sitting in a maximum-security holding cell.
Elena: The police cruisers are turning into the front gates right now, sir! I see their flashing lights through the arched windows.
Arthur: Perfect timing. Let them come collect our guest of honor.
Clara: You're going to pay for this, Arthur! Both of you are going to pay dearly for humiliating me!
Arthur: Nobody is paying except you, Clara. Your bill has finally come due.