Edith: Who do you think you're talking to? Mama? Your maid? I know you! I know you to be a nasty, jealous, scheming bitch!
Mary: Now listen, you pathetic --
Edith: You're a bitch! Not content with ruining your own life, you're determined to ruin mine!
Mary: I have not ruined my life and if Bertie's put off by that, then --
Edith: Don't demean yourself by trying to justify your venom. Just go. And you're wrong as you so often are. Henry's perfect for you. You're just too stupid and stuck up to see it. Still, at least he's got away from you. Which is something to give thanks for, I suppose!