Victoria: Security? For what?
Arthur: To escort you both off the property. You have fifteen minutes to pack your personal clothes.
Victoria: Fifteen minutes? It takes me three hours just to pack my shoes!
Arthur: Then I suggest you leave the shoes behind, Victoria. You won't be needing designer heels where you're going.
Richard: Dad, don't do this to me. Give me one more chance. I'll divorce her today!
Victoria: What?! You spineless coward! You promised you would stand by me!
Richard: I stood by a woman who lied about carrying my child! I'm done with you!
Victoria: You knew the stomach was fake, Richard! You helped me blow up the air cushion this morning in the dressing room!
Arthur: A fascinating detail. The board members on the call are writing that down right now.
Richard: Victoria, close your mouth!
Victoria: No! If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me! He bought the air pump, Mr. Sterling! He bought it at a sports store on Tuesday!
Richard: You crazy witch!
Richard stepped toward Victoria, raising his hand in anger, but Arthur slammed his heavy wooden cane against the marble floor with a loud crack.
Arthur: Don't you dare raise your hand in my home, Richard!
Richard: She's destroying my life, Dad!
Arthur: You destroyed your own life the day you decided that money was more important than your family's honor.
Victoria: What about my jewelry? The diamonds in the safe upstairs belong to me!
Arthur: Those diamonds were purchased with company funds. They have already been seized by the estate executors.
Victoria: You can't take my diamonds! They were gifts!
Arthur: Receipts say otherwise. Now, your fifteen minutes started two minutes ago. I suggest you start running up the stairs.
Richard: Dad, please... where am I supposed to go?
Arthur: You have a small two-bedroom apartment in the city that your mother left you. Live there. Get a real job.
Richard: A real job? I've never worked an entry-level job in my life!
Arthur: Then you better learn quickly. Because your executive credit cards have just been canceled.