The medium shot showed the man staring with wide eyes, shouting angrily at the scene in front of him as his chest heaved with overwhelming fury.
Arthur: You absolute monster! You tried to murder my flesh and blood!
Clara: Stop shouting at me like a madman! It was just a minor accident!
Arthur: A minor accident? You shoved a carriage off a second-story landing!
Clara: Keep your voice down! The neighbors will hear you making this ridiculous scene.
Arthur: I want the whole world to hear what a vicious, heartless animal you really are!
Elena: Shall I take the baby into the east parlor, Mr. Keller? She doesn't need to see any more of this nightmare.
Arthur: Yes, please, Elena. Take her somewhere safe while I finish dealing with this trash.
Clara: Don't you dare let that maid take my child anywhere! I have maternal rights!
Arthur: You forfeited every single right you ever had the moment you tried to send our daughter to her grave!
Clara: You're acting like a common criminal, Arthur. A billionaire CEO of your stature shouldn't lose his temper over a little spill.
Arthur: A little spill? That was thirty feet of empty air and a marble floor waiting at the bottom!
Clara: You've always been too dramatic. That's why our marriage fell apart in the first place.
Arthur: Our marriage fell apart because you only cared about my bank accounts, my real estate holdings, and my life insurance policy.
Clara: And what if I did? Men like you use women as trophies until you find a younger model!
Arthur: I never treated you as anything less than a queen until you proved you had a black heart.
Clara: Step away from the stairs, Arthur. You're scaring me with that look in your eyes.
Arthur: Good. Be scared. Because you're about to find out what real pain feels like.
Clara: If you touch me, I'll have you arrested for domestic battery before the police even reach the front door!
Arthur: Let them arrest me. At least I'll sleep soundly knowing I defended my child from a killer.
Elena: The front gates are open, sir! The police officers are stepping out of their cruisers now!
Arthur: Let them come up the steps. They'll find a confession waiting for them on a silver platter.
Clara: Arthur, please... let's just talk about this rationally like civilized people.
Arthur: Rationality left this house the second you pushed that stroller over the edge.