Quotes
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Frank Stevens : [limousine pick-up for Lydia, security chief opening car door for her] Ms. Davis.
Lydia Davis : Thanks for picking me up on the street corner like a prostitute.
Conrad Grayson : [on cellphone inside car] Yeah, all right. Don't send anyone through for the next half-hour, Sharon. I'll return calls when I'm back at the office.
Lydia Davis : So you do still return calls.
Conrad Grayson : Lydia, I understand, you're upset.
Lydia Davis : I'm not upset.
[hands him a large folder]
Lydia Davis : I'm ruined.
Conrad Grayson : What is this?
Lydia Davis : [telephoto lens pictures taken through the window of her secret liaison, shows illicit romance] Michael's attorney presented these to the judge. And they triggered the fidelity clause in our prenup.
[several damning photographs]
Lydia Davis : I get nothing. The beach house, my jewelry, the damn dog... Everything is gone.
Conrad Grayson : I am sorry, Lydia, but, really, what can I do?
Lydia Davis : [resolute] You can write me a cheque. A big one.
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Conrad Grayson : [clandestine meeting with former mistress] Lydia, I understand you're upset.
Lydia Davis : I'm not upset.
[hands over folder]
Lydia Davis : I'm ruined.
Conrad Grayson : What's this?
[leafs through content]
Lydia Davis : Michael's attorney presented these to the judge, and they triggered the fidelity clause in our prenup.
[photos show Lydia and Conrad's illicit amorous get-together]
Lydia Davis : I get nothing.
[shakes her head]
Lydia Davis : The beach house. My jewelery. The damn dog. Everything is gone.
Conrad Grayson : I'm sorry, Lydia, really, I am. But what can I do about it?
Lydia Davis : You can write me a check. A big one.
