Eleanor: You ungrateful little brat! We should have thrown you out onto the streets years ago!
Sarah: You tried. Remember the night you locked me out in the freezing rain after my mother's funeral?
Arthur: You survived that? We thought the exposure would finish you off quietly.
Arthur: Wait... I didn't mean to say that out loud.
Sarah: Oh, but you did, Arthur. And every single microphone embedded in this ballroom recorded your confession.
Eleanor: Microphones? What are you talking about?!
Sarah: Did you really think I would walk into a den of vipers without wearing a federal wire?
Marcus tapped a small receiver button pinned inside the lapel of his blue suit, letting a static-laced audio loop play across the room speakers.
Audio Recording: "...thought the exposure would finish you off quietly..."
Eleanor: No... no, that's impossible! Turn that wretched machine off!
Sarah: It's broadcasting live to the federal prosecutor's office downtown, Eleanor.
Arthur: You set this entire trap up just to get a confession on tape!
Sarah: I gave two greedy monsters enough rope to hang themselves publicly.
Eleanor: You're going to pay for humiliating me in front of high society!
Sarah: High society? The people in this room wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.
Guest: She's right. I'm calling my bank first thing tomorrow morning to pull all my capital.
Guest: Count me in. I refuse to be associated with criminals facing federal conspiracy charges.
Arthur: Everyone, please! Don't listen to her! It's all circumstantial evidence!
Sarah: Circumstantial evidence doesn't include signed bank receipts and recorded confessions, Arthur.
Eleanor: Sarah, listen to me. We're family! Blood is thicker than corporate lawsuits!
Sarah: My mother's blood is currently crying out for justice from her grave, and you talk to me about family?
Marcus: The federal marshals just breached the service elevators, Sarah. They're heading this way.
Sarah: Let them in. The grand ballroom has played host to enough masquerades tonight.