Look, Sam…
I already warned you.
You are fugly. Henry is way cuter than you.
But I will fucking destroy everything you cherish, and then I will rub my beautiful fucking simple marriage in your face.
You are fucking stupid.
Money, riches, fame, clout, etc.
Who needs all of that shit?
I marry for love, not allegiance and empire-building.
Henry gets my hand in marriage, not you…
But I will also make a game out of taking you down.
So now your fans fucking hate you, they call you a closeted gay schemer who shills cheap whisky and ugly scarves.
Using a playboy model as a beard…
All while you fuck your fugly tatted musician boyfriend in Hawaii…
Oh man, Sam…
Just wait until the truth comes out about you and the child actor who died.