Arabelle Raphael needs a fucking attitude adjustment. She's stranded out in the middle of no where but she can be heard for miles screaming into her cell phone and honking the horn on Daddy's nice, new car. Whatever she did to make it break down, she's expecting someone else to clean up her mess. She's probably expecting to be able to flirt with whatever poor bastard comes along until he does whatever she needs. Unfortunately for her, Mona Wales isn't just some sap.