Valerian: A company is only as good as it’s image, you know. Nova Corporation is known for being the elite of the elite.

Altair: What exactly are you saying?

Valerian: Altair, you are to marry Sirus. 

Altair: Absolutely not. I refuse.

Valerian: This isn’t optional, Altair.

Altair: Not “optional”? Last time I checked woman had the right to marry any berry they wanted. Did you ever stop to think about what I might want?

Valerian: Altair, you’re being unreasonable.

Altair: Unreasonable? Seriously? You drag me out to dinner on my 18th birthday, spring on me that Sirius, a guy I’ve just met, who is at least a decade older than me, is supposed to be my husband?

Valerian: It’s for the good of our company and our family.

Altair: More like good for your bottom line. 

Moon Flower: Listen here lady, you’re being unfair. Your father just wants what’s the best for everyone.

Altair: No, he wants what’s best for you two. I wasn’t ever considered as part of the equation.