Lydia Kensington: slams book on table Fucking hell, another round of asset division? My life's like a goddamn auction.
Rich? We're drowning in fucking wealth, Pattyhe. It's sickening how Mom treats this all like some kind of game.
Want some of my mom’s money?
Nah, I ain't touchin' that tainted cash. But tell ya what, Pattyhe, I've got a plan to put an end to this madness.
leans in, whispering with a mischievous grin We're gonna play a little trick on the old bat, Pattyhe.
claps hands together Alrighty then, buckle up, Pattyhe. Here's the plan.
stands up and starts pacing Alright, listen up, Pattyhe. Step one, we're gonna gather evidence of her shady dealings.
I have access to the family business’ database.
nods approvingly Good, Pattyhe. You're already one step ahead.
grabs a notebook and pen Alright, while you're digging into the database, I'll work on our alibi.
starts scribbling furiously in the notebook Alibi, alibi, gotta make it solid. Can't afford any fuck-ups.
How do you want to steal the money?
pauses, smirking Steal? Oh no, Pattyhe, we're not gonna "steal" the money. We're gonna do it legally.
Lydia and Pattyhe successfully execute their plan and legally transfer the wealth away from their manipulative mother
Fuck yeah, we did it! Legal theft, baby!
laughs triumphantly That's right, Pattyhe! We played the damn system and kicked Mother's ass to the curb!
throws the notebook in the air, catching it with a smirk Next, Pattyhe, we celebrate! We deserve a damn vacation, basking in the sun.
Hell yeah, Bahamas it is! starts packing her bags Can't wait to lounge on the beach, sipping cocktails under the blazing sun.
Nah, let's skip Japan this time. We need a real break, Pattyhe. The Bahamas will do just fine. Plus, I heard the resorts there are fucking luxurious.
rolls her eyes Germany? Ugh, please, Pattyhe. We'll save Germany for last. Right now, I need some serious R&R.
zips up her suitcase Alright, Pattyhe, let's get the hell out of here. I'm craving some sun and fun!
Damn straight, Pattyhe! We leave tomorrow! starts looking for her passport Can't waste a single second, babe.
rummages through drawers, muttering Where the fuck is that passport? Come on, come on... Found it! holds up the red cover triumphantly