Beatrice: What do you think you are doing?! Someone call security on this violent maniac!
Marcus: Don't you dare speak another word, Beatrice! If you put your hands on my daughter again, security will be the least of your concerns!
Liam: Sir, please! It was just a misunderstanding about the wedding dress!
Marcus: A misunderstanding? You let your mother humiliate my pregnant daughter in front of a crowd!
Liam: I was trying to keep the peace! My mother controls the family trust fund!
Marcus: You traded your wife's dignity for a trust fund? You are a pathetic disgrace of a man!
Marcus gently wrapped his tuxedo jacket around Evelyn's shoulders, holding her close against his side as she wept into his chest.
Evelyn: Dad... they said I was a nobody... they said my baby didn't belong in their family...
Marcus: Shh, sweetheart. You don't need their permission to belong anywhere. I am right here now.
Beatrice: Take your illegitimate daughter and get off my estate grounds! You are crashing a high-society wedding!
Marcus: Your estate grounds? Is that what you think this property is, Beatrice?
Beatrice: My husband purchased this Dallas mansion twenty years ago! We hold the deed to every square foot of this land!
Marcus: Then why don't you check the county property registry before you open your mouth again?
Beatrice crossed her arms over her blue satin gown, glaring at Marcus with supreme confidence while the seated guests whispered frantically among themselves.
Beatrice: My late husband was the CEO of Sterling Logistics! We own this entire zip code!
Marcus: Your late husband borrowed thirty million dollars from my investment firm five years ago to keep his company from bankruptcy, Beatrice.
Liam: What... what are you talking about, sir?
Marcus: Your father put this very estate up as collateral for that loan, Liam. And three months ago, the mortgage default notice was finalized in court.
Beatrice: That's a lie! My lawyers assured me the debt was settled!
Marcus: Your lawyers lied to you to keep getting paid. I own the mortgage on this house. I own the land under your feet, and I own the company your son thinks he's going to inherit.
Evelyn: Dad... is this true?
Marcus: Every word of it, Evelyn. I came here today ready to forgive their debts as a wedding gift to you and Liam. But after what I just saw, that gift is canceled.
Liam scrambled to his feet, pulling off his scuffed grey suit jacket as he stepped toward Marcus with wide, terrified eyes.
Liam: Mr. Sterling... please, we can talk about this in private! I didn't know about the mortgage!
Marcus: You didn't care to know, Liam. You were too busy watching your mother tear my daughter's dress.
Beatrice: You can't evict us! We have a legal right to stay on this property!
Marcus: The eviction notice was signed by the Dallas County judge at nine o'clock this morning, Beatrice. You have exactly twenty-four hours to pack your bags and clear out.