Milton: The service is starting. And it's time for you to go.
Gabrielle: Go? You can't kick me out of my husband's funeral!
Milton: I think it's appropriate, given the circumstances.
Gabrielle: Go to hell!
Milton: I'll be delivering the eulogy. If you're still in this funeral when I reach the public, I am going to be telling all of these people that you are a cheating, lying whore. You see? I told you it was going to be an emotional day.
Milton: You're not getting a dime. Victor showed me the photographs of you and your ex-husband. You broke his heart. You humiliated him. So you'll inherit exactly what you deserve: nothing.
Gabrielle: Okay. I made a mistake. I'm sorry. But Victor wasn't entirely blameless. He ignored me, he used me politically, oh, yeah, and he tried to kill Carlos. So I think I'm entitled to whatever he had.
Milton: Ah, there's the thing. You married a man from a very rich family, the operative word being "family". Everything is in my name. Always was.