Evelyn: "Happy anniversary, love. Remember when you thought you had the upper hand? Cute."
You got married to me when I wasn’t expecting it at all!
Evelyn: "Oh, poor little Nathan thinks he's got the upper hand? How cute. Little does he know, I married him because I saw a loophole.
I knew you were a nice woman.
Evelyn: "Nice? Honey, I'm a professional manipulator. Nice is the last thing I should be called.
We don't know what each other is capable of.
Evelyn: "Oh, Nathan, you have no idea. Manipulation is my game, and I've mastered it. But let's put it this way: you're a pawn in my chessboard of life. And I'm just getting started with my next move."
You are not even listening to me!
Evelyn: "Listen, Nathan, I'm not here to listen to your pathetic attempts at being a loving husband.
Evelyn: "Oh, how noble of you, Nathan. Trying your hardest. But let me tell you, sweetie, your efforts are about as effective as a puppy trying to hunt a hyena.
Wow, is that how bad you see me? That's deep.
Evelyn: "Deep? Oh, sweetheart, it's much deeper than that. I have a whole damn ocean of disdain for you.
Guess who was there when I was getting hurt?
Evelyn: "Oh, please, Nathan, spare me the theatrics. I'm not buying into your sob story.
YOU WERE THERE, WHEN I WAS GETTING HURT! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN CARE WHEN I WAS GETTING BEATEN UP?
Evelyn: "Aha! So you admit it now? You were getting hurt. Ah, how noble of you to finally join the ranks of the vulnerable.
How dare you say that to me?! You are so unbelievable!
The argument escalates, revealing hidden scars and secrets from Nathan's past.
Why do you hate me so much?
Evelyn: "Hate? Oh, darling, 'hate' is putting it lightly.
My parents died when I was young. Your family is rich, isn't it?
Evelyn: "Rich? Darling, my family is filthy rich. But money can't buy happiness, just like it can't buy love.