Victoria: See? I told you! Marcus has finally grown a spine. Now get out before I call security to drag you out of the lobby!
Evelyn: Marcus... please, just listen to me for one minute. I paid my rent, but the electric bill went up, and my medicine...
Victoria: Nobody cares about your excuses, old woman! We are hosting a charity gala committee dinner here tonight. Look at you! You are ruining the energy of this entire penthouse with your sob stories.
Marcus: Victoria, stop talking for a second.
Victoria: What? Honey, I am just protecting our home! You know how she is. Ever since we got engaged, she thinks your bank account belongs to her. She is a leech!
Evelyn: I am not a leech... I raised Marcus all by myself in a tiny studio apartment after his father died. I worked two jobs to buy his suit for his first job interview!
Victoria: Oh, here comes the classic guilt trip! You worked at a diner, big deal! Marcus made himself a successful corporate executive through his own intelligence, not because you served pancakes!
Marcus: Mother... look at me.
Evelyn: I am looking at you, son. You look so handsome in that suit. Just like your father used to look when he went to church on Sundays.
Marcus: Why didn't you call me before coming over here today?
Evelyn: I was ashamed. I called your office three times last week, but your secretary said you were in board meetings. Then I called your cell phone, but Victoria answered...
Victoria: Yeah, and I told you we were busy! Because we *are* busy! We are managing a five-million-dollar estate renovation, planning a destination wedding, and dealing with tax lawyers. We don't have time for your constant financial drama!
Evelyn: She told me that if I called again, she would make sure you never spoke to me again, Marcus. She said I was a burden to your career.
Marcus: Is that true, Victoria?
Victoria: Marcus, babe, I said what needed to be said! Look at her clothes! Look at that shabby coat! What if one of your board members saw her standing in our private elevator? It would ruin your reputation!
Evelyn: I don't want to ruin anything for you, Marcus. I swear I don't. If you can just spare twenty dollars... just enough for bread and soup this week... I will leave and never come back.
Victoria: You heard him already! He said NO! Now take your little purse and get out of our penthouse right now!
Marcus: Hand me your purse, Mother.
Evelyn: What?
Marcus: Give me your purse. Right now.
Victoria: Ha! Good! Check it to make sure she didn't steal anything from the foyer console on her way in!
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