Moira: David, sit, please. I know you think what I did was cruel, but I was just protecting you. And I'd say you'll understand one day, but you don't enjoy children, so perhaps you won't.
David: Okay, protect me from what?
Moira: From yourself. Your father and I have not prepared you for an undertaking of this scope.
David: Okay, what about all the galleries? Those were all me. I've run businesses before.
Moira: Never on your own, and never without a safety net.
David: I don't know how many times I have to thank you for the start-up money. But I opened those galleries myself.
Moira: And who do you think bought all that art, and sold out all your shows?
David: Uh, my patrons.
Moira: And who do you think bought all your patrons?
David: [gasps] So you're telling me that my entire professional career was a sham?!
Moira: We helped you because we could. And now I realize that might not have been the best thing for you or your autonomy, but...
David: Okay, well, now I guess I'll never find out if I could've succeeded on my own.
Moira: David!
[David slams the door, opens it and looks at Moira, and slams it again.]