Vanessa: Move this wheelchair right now. She is ruining the aesthetic of the hallway.
Maya: Ma'am, Mrs. Sterling likes to look out these windows. The sunlight is good for her.
Vanessa: I don't care what she likes. The photographer is arriving in ten minutes.
Maya: We can move the photoshoot to the garden, Vanessa.
Vanessa: Do not call me by my first name! You are a maid.
Maya: I apologize, Ms. Vance. But Mrs. Sterling is resting.
Vanessa: She is a vegetable. She doesn't even know what year it is.
Vanessa adjusted the bodice of her maroon sequined gown. She glared at the frail elderly woman sitting quietly in the wheelchair.
Helena: Victor... where is Victor?
Vanessa: Oh, shut up, you old bat. Victor is busy running a real estate empire.
Maya: Please don't speak to her like that. She gets confused.
Vanessa: I am the future lady of this house. I will speak to her however I want.
Helena: I dropped my blanket.
Vanessa: Leave it on the floor. You are making a mess.
Maya: I will get it for you, Mrs. Sterling.
Vanessa: No, you won't. You will go down to the kitchen and check on the catering.
Maya: I am assigned to Mrs. Sterling's care today.
Vanessa: I am overriding that assignment. Get out of my sight.
Maya: I cannot leave her alone near the staircase, ma'am.
Vanessa: Are you defying a direct order from me?
Maya: I am just following Mr. Sterling's strict medical instructions.
Vanessa: Victor isn't here! I am in charge.
Helena: My blanket... I am cold.
Vanessa: Stop whining! You are driving me insane!
Vanessa stepped closer to the wheelchair, her face twisting with sudden, ugly rage. She raised her hand high into the air.