(Ivy tries to talk Liz out of exposing Eve.)
Ivy: Don't laugh at me, Liz.
Liz: Oh, but it is so funny, in a tragic, kind of desperate kind of way. And here you are, the former Mrs. Julian Crane, begging a poor, little, small-town girl like me. It is funny, Ivy.
Ivy: I'm not begging you, Liz. I am offering you whatever you want to not blow the whistle on eve.
Liz: Yeah, and to keep you in clover to boot.
Liz: Sorry, Ivy. There is nothing you have that I want more than revenge on Eve. She left me to suffer, and I want her to feel the same pain and humiliation that I felt when I was being molested. I want her to feel hopelessness and despair. I want Eve to be rejected by everyone, shunned by her daughters, and dumped by her husband. And if my sister decides to take you down with her, it's no skin off my nose. Good night, Ivy. Sweet dreams.
(Liz walks out the door.)
Ivy: Oy. Eve was right. Liz is a bitch.