Evelyn Russo/Dialogue

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==AC_MQ_Dialogue_EvelynRusso==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	If you must be reminded, the Showmen found out my act was fake. "Fake" in the sense that I had a lifeline attached. 	
 	 	 	I wasn't going to fall to my death so the sadists in the audience could get off on the thrill. 	
 	 	 	Give them the fantasy, certainly. That's what performance is about. What difference does it make to them if it's real, so long as they believe it is? 	
 	 	 	The Showmen disagree on that point. 	
 	 	 	No shopping for miles. Not even a convenience store! And the way these Appalachians decorate their "vending machines"... Just a travesty. 	
 	 	 	Ah! Another broken nail. I'm not cut out for all this manual labor. 	
 	 	 	Where is everybody? Does no one want to drink in these godforsaken hills? To dance? 	
 	 	 	Split ends and no hope of a salon. I'm deteriorating. 	
 	 	 	What is that godforsaken smell? I thought I told Vin to scrub the must out of this place. Ugh. 	
 	 	 	Evelyn Russo, nursing cheap vodka in a shack amidst the hills of absolutely nowhere. Oh, how the stars have fallen. 	
 	 	 	"The Wayward"... More like "The Bedraggled". I don't want their business anyway. 	The Wayward is a rival bar which is much more folksy
 	 	 	Are there any songwriters around here? I may be doomed to search my own feelings for inspiration. Horrid. 	
 	 	 	I'm not sure how much longer I can survive outside the city. 	
 	 	 	What is that glowing concoction people drink around here? Nukashine? I won't be caught dead serving that radioactive slop. 	
 	 	 	To think the Jersey Devil wasn't just a tall tale, after all. What times we live in. 	
 	 	 	What I wouldn't give for a hoagie right about now... What? Everyone's got a guilty pleasure. 	
 	 	 	No, no, don't wipe your shoes at the entrance. We would love for you to track blood and dirt all over the dancefloor. 	
 	 	 	Oh, so nice to see a different face. I was beginning to fear we were alone out here. 	
 	 	 	Why don't you have a drink? You look like you could use it. 	
 	 	 	Ugh, I'm so sick of silence. Why don't you come entertain me? 	
 	 	 	A living human at our club! Now isn't that something. 	
 	 	 	Bright and early, aren't you? We don't open until... Vin! What time do we open? 	
 	 	 	Having a pleasant evening? More pleasant than mine, I would hope. 	
 	 	 	That's quite the get-up! Is it Halloween again already? 	
 	 	 	I see you've dressed for the occasion. Very snazzy. 	
 	 	 	So dapper! Trying to show me up, are you? 	
 	 	 	That's a gorgeous dress. Tell me where you shop around here. Please. I'm desperate. 	
 	 	 	We're not going swimming, are we? I am severely lacking a flotation device. 	
 	 	 	Oh, I'd love to join you for a dip, but I left my floaties in Atlantic City. 	
 	 	 	Still in uniform? I thought 9-to-5s died in the War. 	
 	 	 	Unbutton that collar and relax. You're in the care of the Russos now. 	
 	 	 	Sergeant? Should I drop and give you twenty? 	
 	 	 	Are these operating hours? You know what, it doesn't matter. Just don't cause a scene. 	
 	 	 	Is that a new customer? Oh, it's just you. Close enough, I suppose. 	
 	 	 	The Russos' little helper! Be a dear and remind me the world already ended, please. 	
 	 	 	Our certified Devil hunter, in the flesh. Should I be intimidated? 	
 	 	 	No need to hold back. Tell me what's on your mind. 	
 	 	 	Something to spill? 	
 	 	 	You look far too sober for a real conversation. 	
 	 	 	Looking for entertainment? I've got stories, insults, and a long list of complaints. Plenty to keep us occupied. 	
 	 	 	Any complaints? Keep them to yourself, thank you. 	
 	 	 	I have far too much time for idle chatter. Tell me something interesting. 	
 	 	 	I know, I know. It's unprofessional for the talent to socialize. Cry me a river. 	
 	 	 	Back for more? I'm fantastic company. 	
 	 	 	If all the world's a stage, then I have a part to play right here. Your part was reminding me that. 	
 	 	 	Welcome to the next chapter in Evelyn's tragic and hopeless fall from the limelight. Pleasure you've been here to witness it all. 	
 	 	 	It's good the girl has her father back. He was always better at the whole mentorship thing. 	
 	 	 	My daughter must have found her way out there. She was always a scrappy little thing. 	
 	 	 	Poor girl. I can't stop thinking of her on her own out there. Well... It's out of my hands. 	
 	 	 	You shouldn't have messed with the Russos! 	
 	 	 	Oh, you're not getting away with that! 	
 	 	 	What a perfectly good day, ruined! 	
 	 	 	Ugh. I hate cardio. 	
 	 	 	Well, that got messy. 	
 	 	 	I could have done without that interruption. 	
 	 	 	How dare you! 	
 	 	 	What a dreadful thorn in my side! 	
 	 	 	You're interrupting my personal time! 	
 	 	 	Ugh! 	
 	 	 	Agh! 	
 	 	 	How dare you! 	
 	 	 	Ugh... 	
 	 	 	This isn't... over yet... 	
 	 	 	I'm not cut out for this... 	
 	 	 	Oh yes. And that makes things even more... delicate. 	
 	 	 	Instead of working with someone's expectations for an hour, you're working with their expectations for their entire life. Their hopes and dreams. 	
 	 	 	The pressure is paralyzing. You look away for a moment to retain your own sanity, and when you look back, everything's moved on without you. 	
 	 	 	Then again, that's what makes them so worthwhile. 	
 	 	 	I'd rather a thousand complaints thrown my way than a crowd full of yes men, or dullards with no original ideas. 	
 	 	 	People need to express themselves! Tell me how angry you are! Tell me what you hate about me! 	
 	 	 	I'll throw it right back, of course, but... in the end we'll both know a little more about each other, won't we? 	
 	 	 	Of course I have! I get clearer answers if I don't ask! 	
 	 	 	People don't always understand their own feelings, dear. They often don't. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes you just have to improvise. Try out different things and see what makes people yap the least. 	
 	 	 	I know, I can be too much for some people. Your loss. 	
 	 	 	Oh, please. I'm in showbiz. The inflated confidence is tactical. 	
 	 	 	Ever heard of a rock star who didn't act like they were God's gift to humankind? It's a persona. It makes people look up to them. 	
 	 	 	Not to mention things are far more entertaining this way. 	
 	 	 	Not so different from professional life, really. Same show, different venue. 	
 	 	 	You play a role, manage conflicts, try and decipher what people want from you. I've never been good at that part. 	
 	 	 	I sang in lounges, mostly. Soon enough, exclusive ones. They started booking places for me rather than booking me for a place. 	
 	 	 	I was on top of the world. Biggest talent in the city! Then the war came. Priorities changed. 	
 	 	 	The Showmen took advantage of the lawlessness, took advantage of people's primal ugliness, and stole everything from me. 	
 	 	 	If I sound bitter it's because I am. Maybe I could have survived the world dying with my optimism intact, but to watch my dreams die with it? 	
 	 	 	That's the real injury, for those of us that survived. 	
 	 	 	I appreciate your concern, but the Russos will handle it. Every family has their own ways of dealing with things. 	
 	 	 	What in heaven's name would make him think that? I'm his mother. And besides, accepting critique is a crucial part of my job. 	
 	 	 	Nevermind the time I burned down the curtains at that awful theatre. It's the owner's fault for dismissing my talent. 	
 	 	 	And that phony news company, they deserved to have their electric lines cut. It was a service to the city! 	
 	 	 	Oh. I see your point. 	
 	 	 	I would never get in the way of Vincenzo's ambitions. I am his mother! Of course I want him to succeed. 	
 	 	 	You mean to tell me he's prioritizing family issues over his own career? That's... Well, I didn't expect that. 	She's genuinely surprised by this because she would never do the same
 	 	 	Maybe I can do more to free up his plate. I've just been so distracted by, well... everything. 	
 	 	 	Please. This was getting dangerously sentimental. 	
 	 	 	Oh, well, he was an utter fool. Sat in the audience for one show and tried to book me at the Neapolitan's main stage. 	
 	 	 	I told him casinos weren't my scene, but the money he offered... 	
 	 	 	Now, you've no idea how many young gentlemen I had to fend off during those days. I mean the flirtations, the roses, the breaches of privacy. Endless!	
 	 	 	But Antonio? The fool got me a private dressing room, bigger paychecks, free concessions all over the establishment. And he would hardly look my way. 	
 	 	 	It wasn't his money I wanted. It was his independence, the authority and discipline he exuded. 	
 	 	 	But he had no idea how to romance a woman... I soon had to take matters into my own hands. The rest, as they say, is history. 	
 	 	 	Here we go. You help out with a few things, and now you think you're part of the family! 	
 	 	 	You have no right to speak for Vincenzo. If my son has grievances he can take them up with me personally! It's very frankly none of your business. 	
 	 	 	They say it's life's most difficult and most rewarding endeavor. They are most certainly right on the former. 	
 	 	 	But... I sometimes think about where I would be if I hadn't said yes. If I hadn't thrown caution to the wind. 	
 	 	 	If I hadn't stuck around to raise little Vincenzo... and then Abigail. 	
 	 	 	It feels like a string of reckless coincidences, but those were choices I made. Choices I wanted. 	
 	 	 	In the end, life is much more vibrant with them around, don't you think? 	
 	 	 	I know now that perhaps I could have done more to help her fly. I can't change the past. But if she ever comes back, I'll be here for her. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	I don't take that for granted. We're going to have some much-needed... What do you call it? "Mother-daughter time"? 	
 	 	 	What do you even do in those? Paint your nails? Gossip about the new boy about school? 	
 	 	 	Oh, forget it. Maybe I can still pull out the vinyls and convince her to appreciate some fine art. 	
 	 	 	I only wish I understood my place in all this. Being part of a family has always felt... foreign to me. 	
 	 	 	I don't know what's expected. Even if I try, I can't do anything right. 	
 	 	 	I understood how to please an audience, but now that's gone too. 	
 	 	 	Something new and exciting, I hope. 	
 	 	 	Truth be told, I never thought we would feel like a family again. We all have too many ambitions. Wayward branches growing apart in every direction. 	
 	 	 	At least my daughter has her father back. Those two were always closer than the rest of us. And more importantly, Abigail is still with us. 	
 	 	 	It turned out as well as any tragedy could, wouldn't you say? 	
 	 	 	Maybe that's overdramatic. Little birds are destined to leave the nest. All any mother can hope for is that they fly out on strong wings. 	
 	 	 	What would you like me to say? I've moved on and everything's peachy? 	
 	 	 	My daughter is out there doing God knows what, hopped up on the literal blood of the Devil. Who knows if she's even still alive. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* There's only so much you can do when someone refuses to be helped. Even if it is your little girl. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	He certainly did. Begged me not to tell his father, too, but that wasn't going to last. 	
 	 	 	That boy is more responsible than I ever was. Wants to "make a difference", whatever that means. 	
 	 	 	Well, I suppose performing does the same thing, when you get down to it. Just, a different kind of difference. An emotional one. 	
 	 	 	Not that I need one, anymore. It was... childish to hold onto the past. When an act goes stale, you put on a new one. 	
 	 	 	These lifeless hills have potential yet. We may need to dig deep to find it. Very deep. 	
 	 	 	I'm not sure if there's anywhere to go from here. Maybe we are each destined for our heyday to come and pass. 	
 	 	 	No need to look so glum about it. Just because I'm doomed, doesn't mean you are. 	
 	 	 	The show you crashed. I haven't forgotten how my chance at the spotlight was denied. 	
 	 	 	Whether or not they're the ones who attacked us remains to be seen. 	
 	 	 	That seems to be the verdict. I had no idea Antonio was the root of the Blood trade. 	
 	 	 	Too crafty for his own good, the cunning devil. Reminds me of the slick young gentleman I fell in love with. Against all rational insights, mind you. 	
 	 	 	Perhaps we need a reminder of those days. A glass of wine by the fire. A perilous dance into the night. Maybe I can surprise him. 	
 	 	 	Well, now I'm offended! If you're going to send hitmen to the Russo household, who could be a more charming target? 	
 	 	 	Certainly not Antonio. He was such a gentleman, once upon a time. *sigh* I have to wonder if my husband is still in there somewhere. 	
 	 	 	Nothing! When the industry changed, I could have fallen into obscurity, but I adapted. I catered to the masses without losing my own sanity. 	
 	 	 	Those lunatics who are in charge of entertainment now - they call themselves artists, but they exile those who won't conform. Absolute madness. 	
 	 	 	I laid my soul bare, and you've already gone and forgotten about it. 	
 	 	 	I expect I'm the target, don't you? Well if that's the case, let them come! I don't regret a thing. 	
 	 	 	I didn't bore you, did I? Maybe I'm losing my touch. 	
 	 	 	Stop by again, won't you darling? 	
 	 	 	Don't stay away too long. Take it as a compliment, but you've been the least boring part of my day. 	
 	 	 	Oh, my favorite topic! And yours too, I'm certain. 	
 	 	 	I hope this isn't some attempt at counseling. Our American Dream didn't work out exactly as planned. Sue me for it. 	
 	 	 	Business? What business? So far you're the only living thing that's walked in here without trying to kill us. 	
 	 	 	Vincenzo thinks the venture was misguided. Folksy dive bars like The Wayward get more business in a place like this. 	
 	 	 	Well, I say the audience doesn't know what it's missing! Give it time and advertisements. They'll come. 	
 	 	 	Ugh, if we must. Rehashing old news is so humdrum. 	
 	 	 	The Nukashine? Don't tell me that's the bar where that gimmicky concoction originates? *arrogant laugh* 	
 	 	 	I am flattered by the invitation, my dear, but why in the world would I perform for a competitor? 	
 	 	 	Evelyn Russo's act will remain exclusive to The Rose Room. That's final, I'm afraid. 	
==AC_MQ01_Opportunity==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Vincenzo! What did you do? 	Accusatory
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Just nonsense is all it is. We can't let them scare us. 	
 	 	 	Opening night is a failure! 	
 	 	 	Excuse me? Just who do you think you're speaking to? 	Taken aback. Response to someone shouting rudely from the crowd after Evelyn's singing performance
 	 	 	The neon lights... Forbidden delights... Come have it all... Right here in Atlantic City... 	Singing
 	 	 	You make the second part of that sound like a simple ask. 	
 	 	 	Of course he does. And I'd like one thing in the last twenty years of my life to count as a success. Is that so much to ask for? 	Frustrated, dramatic
 	 	 	Those who fancy themselves part of the Atlantic City "high life" have access to a special intoxicant. They drink the Devil's Blood. 	
 	 	 	I should have paid more attention. Must be the stress of the move got to her. 	
 	 	 	She's got the shakes. Could be she's danced with the devil. 	
 	 	 	Is that really how you feel, Vincenzo? 	
 	 	 	After everything I've done for us, everything I've sacrificed! Unbelievable. 	
 	 	 	I offer drinks, games, music, more excitement and luxury than this dreary mountain range has ever seen, and what do I get? 	
 	 	 	An audience full of hitmen, a strung out daughter, and an unappreciative son! Just... ridiculous! Nothing makes sense any more! 	
 	 	 	Welcome to my life. Nothing has gone right since the bombs, and that's a damn long time to make the show go on. 	
 	 	 	Need me? The last time they needed me was when they were in diapers. 	
 	 	 	Those unruly children learned the gift of language and have used it to complain ever since. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* Fine, I'll come downstairs and "help". The extra moment of peace isn't worth delaying the inevitable. 	
 	 	 	But it's not like I'll be able to do anything, anyway. 	
 	 	 	Do me one favor first. Go upstairs and let my husband, Antonio, know what's happening. He may not understand, but... he should at least be told.	Sad, but resigned
 	 	 	You think I'm not concerned? Let me ask you something. What do you do to destress? Read a comic? Listen to the radio? 	
 	 	 	It's the apocalypse - maybe you go out and blow some heads off? Whatever it is, it's a distraction. A tool to stay sane under pressure. 	
 	 	 	So don't you dare judge me for keeping my head above water. Much better to complain than have an emotional breakdown. 	
 	 	 	*scoff* And just what are you implying? You don't know anything about me! 	
 	 	 	I did what was necessary to survive in a cutthroat industry full of insane people! If they'd come after me for that, let them! 	
 	 	 	Once a paradise, now a madhouse. Everyone lost their sanity after the bombs. The Showmen are the worst of all. Avoid them at all costs. 	It's personal with the Showmen
 	 	 	They're masochists who get off on risking their own lives in front of others. Once upon a time, people could appreciate simple talent. 	Bitter and resentful
 	 	 	Now everyone's so depressed about the end of the world that the only way they can feel something is by pumping their adrenaline up to eleven. 	Bitter and resentful
 	 	 	The Showmen make a living by capitalizing on that desire. 	Bitter and resentful
 	 	 	For one of us, in any case. 	
 	 	 	What in God's name is happening? 	Rushing downstairs, alarmed from hearing gunshots down there
 	 	 	Vincenzo... Why is my audience dead?! 	For her, this is more alarming than hearing gunshots in the first place. Her audience! Who will applaud her?!
 	 	 	Get out of my club! Get out! Out! 	Absolutely losing it
 	 	 	The nerve of those people! Truly... 	Complaining to herself about how she was insulted by crowd members
 	 	 	They wouldn't know talent if it dropped an atomic bomb on them! 	Complaining to herself about how she was insulted by crowd members
 	 	 	Well? What's going on down here? 	
 	 	 	Are you going to question this reprobate, or do I have to do it myself? 	
 	 	 	Is my daughter alright? 	
 	 	 	It's one problem after another. What's going on with Abigail? 	
 	 	 	Everything I do goes unappreciated! 	
 	 	 	My own son! Unbelievable. 	
 	 	 	Let my husband know what's going on, will you? He's upstairs. 	
 	 	 	Antonio deserves to know about this. As best he can comprehend it, anyway. 	
 	 	 	Surely there's some way we can help her. A wet towel, maybe? 	
 	 	 	I'm sure Vincenzo knows what to do. 	
 	 	 	Oh, don't act like you're above all this. For all we know, someone at City Hall has it out for you. 	
 	 	 	The nerve! 	Storming away
 	 	 	*scoff* Really? Now, I don't know what indignities you and Miss Country Thrift Store are forced to survive out here- 	She gets interrupted
 	 	 	This isn't like any other chem. When you dance with the devil, you either keep dancing, or you get burnt to a crisp. 	
 	 	 	Whoever it was, they're wasting their time, sending you all this way. 	
 	 	 	Oh, my darling girl... 	
 	 	 	Now you listen to me! This establishment is no place for inconsiderate street rats! 	Taking the mic back after being interrupted, which she HATED
 	 	 	Just because you'd rather live under the tragic, filthy, rad-ridden shadow of the bombs doesn't mean the rest of us have to! 	
==AC_MQ02_Stage==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Oh, you were, were you? And what was I supposed to do? Just leave my daughter's fate in the hands of some stranger hundreds of miles away? 	
 	 	 	For all I know, you might throw back the Blood at your first opportunity. 	
 	 	 	Then you'll find yourself splayed out naked on the Boardwalk two days later, choking on your own vomit. 	
 	 	 	I suppose the Showmen would dispose of you before letting you bare your cheeks on their turf. Then where would that leave me? ...And Abigail? 	
 	 	 	Wonderful. I'll be having a drink at the bar until our departure. I'll need it to get me through that dreadful flight. 	
 	 	 	Incredible. Was that so difficult? 	
 	 	 	Finally, you've arrived. I was resigned to having to convince this lunatic that my daughter is dying all by myself. 	
 	 	 	It baffles me how you are able to deal with that person. I mean, where are they from? The 17th century? 	
 	 	 	You? What are you doing here?! 	
 	 	 	Ugh, did it always smell like this? 	
 	 	 	You followed me, didn't you? You'd better explain yourself. 	
 	 	 	Are you going to find Stan, or should we stand here and smell the roses all night? 	Sarcastic, it smells like a stinky city
 	 	 	This is my show to steal! You're really getting in the way of things. 	
 	 	 	Tell me about the job you need to do, while we still have the chance. 	
 	 	 	Well, don't look at me. You're the one with the dose. 	
 	 	 	Abigail's waiting for you. 	
 	 	 	Well, isn't this a tricky situation? 	
 	 	 	Do enjoy Atlantic City. I promise you it's far less of a drag than this place. 	
 	 	 	Appalachia, mind you. My Rose Room is destined to be the most enchanting place on this side of the mountain range. 	
 	 	 	"Prior relationship"? So this is a refuge ruled by nepotism, is it? 	
 	 	 	I am "responding" to a need to save an addict from the terrifying consequences of indulgence. 	
 	 	 	I suppose your charity doesn't extend to dirty junkies, is that it? 	
 	 	 	You're not mouthing off about some Jersey Devil, are you? What a load of hogwash. 	Dismissive
 	 	 	My parents told me that story when I was a child to scare me into submission. Well, it didn't work, and no Jersey Devil has snatched me from my bed. 	Proud of being a rebellious child
 	 	 	You'd be crazy not to drink with me before getting in that vertibird. 	
 	 	 	Yes, yes, I'll be there in just a minute. Let me get at least two tequilas in the tank. 	
 	 	 	Don't tell me I'm holding you up. There's windshield polishing and luggage loading to do, isn't there? 	
 	 	 	You're not going to leave a woman waiting, are you? 	
 	 	 	Let's get out of this cesspool. If we stay too long I may start to miss it. 	
 	 	 	Chop, chop, Abbie's waiting. I need to get a towel for her forehead... That's appropriate, isn't it? Throw me a bone, here. 	Uncomfortable with being caring so she makes a joke out of it to dispel stress
 	 	 	I'm doubling down on the Russos' new legacy. A family nightclub: blissful haven among the mountains! Everyone will love it. 	
 	 	 	Another opportunity wasted. Such is life, I suppose. 	
 	 	 	We'd better get back and let you "save the day". Not that anyone ever wanted me to do it. I'm just their mother. 	Bitter
 	 	 	Don't wait up for me. Or actually, do. One should always have an escape plan. 	
 	 	 	The best bet I can give you is a fellow named Stanley Soriano. He spends all his free time at the high rollers lounge in the Neapolitan Casino. 	
 	 	 	Stan is a weak link. Make him feel important and he'll serve up practically anything on a silver platter. 	
 	 	 	You would think in a city people could find a civilized place to relieve themselves. 	
 	 	 	Of course that would bring you here, of all places. 	
 	 	 	Then you understand why I have to do this. It's my only chance. I'm nothing without it. 	
 	 	 	Oh, nonsense. They were always complaining about me. Calling me a diva. Vincenzo would tell me to get out of the way so he could do things properly. 	
 	 	 	I'm nothing but a failure to them. They have no appreciation. 	Acting tough, but there's a hint of sadness here
 	 	 	So it's dirty business. Nothing new in this city. 	
 	 	 	Now, the final act of this little show involves the star clown - you - throwing knives at poor Zayde against a decorated backboard. 	
 	 	 	There's an obvious option there, if bloodshed doesn't make you queasy. 	
 	 	 	But we do know the Showmen take cheating very seriously. And it just so happens that Zayde wears a protective vest underneath his costume. 	
 	 	 	Well, you sound committed. Remind me not to get in your way in the future. 	
 	 	 	No way I could go up 10,000 feet sober. Flying machines are just floating death traps. 	
 	 	 	No such thing as safety regulations anymore. Flying is more like gambling. 	
 	 	 	That's the last time I try to reason with a historical role-player. 	Insultingly referring to earlier conversation with Orlando
 	 	 	Jersey Devil. I've never seen such a thing! 	Referring to earlier conversation with Superstitious Refugee
 	 	 	Oh, don't be silly. *extended laughter* 	Hiding what she's actually here for
 	 	 	I'm like a handler. I have to be present to make sure you get the job done. That doesn't mean I'm going to be the one to do it. 	
 	 	 	Don't you worry about what I'm occupied with. It'll just be a distraction. 	
 	 	 	Me? *laughs* That would be a bad idea. You be a doll and handle the communications. I'll meet you back here once the job is done. 	Amused that the player thinks she would help them
 	 	 	He's a former... friend of my husband. One of the most empty-headed coots I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. 	Initial statement is a bit suspicious, as she's trying to hide the extent of Antonio's involvement with the mafia. She moves on quickly though.
 	 	 	It's entertaining, really. Tell him anything and watch the words pass through a void. 	
 	 	 	Very funny. There's more chance to see a pirate ship flying over this city than some kind of winged goat. 	Subtle reference to a previous Fallout quest
 	 	 	We are in the Casino Quarter, which is owned and operated by the mafia. Toward the coast we have the Boardwalk, proving ground of the Showmen. 	
 	 	 	And further inland is the city center, where the government continues to keep things half-functioning. 	
 	 	 	Smells like they need to hire another garbage man, however. 	
 	 	 	The perfect cover story to disappear anyone inconvenient. *laughs* That Devil almost got me too. Good thing I fled to the mountains. 	
 	 	 	Marketing tactics. What would you name a chem that's supposed to be the ultimate temptation? Would you call it "Innocent Angel Milk"? 	
 	 	 	Siphoning blood... Hmph. No sensible business person would put in all that effort, even if the Jersey Devil was real. 	A bit amused by this idea
 	 	 	Oh, brother. Don't encourage these delusions. 	
 	 	 	Oh, please. I'm a performer! 	
 	 	 	I learned from real life stage experience, not from sitting at home reading Shakespeare over and over, like that Orlando character must have. 	
 	 	 	It's embarrassing to listen to! 	
 	 	 	Of course I didn't have to. We're all free people, aren't we? 	
 	 	 	I take it upon myself to answer a pain in the ass with a full-body charley horse. At a minimum. 	
 	 	 	Honestly. Do you not stick up for yourself? 	
 	 	 	Oh, give Abigail a break. The move has been stressful for her. 	Dismissive
 	 	 	The high is legendary. Reserved for the upper crust of idiots who live in "America's Playground" and still manage to get bored. 	
 	 	 	From what I've seen, you hippies could really use the excitement. 	
 	 	 	A nightclub... here? In the rural mountains of West Virginia? 	
 	 	 	Oh, don't tell people about that. You'll scare away the customers. 	Slightly hushed, though this is rather pointless as everyone has already heard
 	 	 	Unfortunately? Is that your response to good hospitality? 	
 	 	 	I believe an apology is in order. 	
 	 	 	I'll leave the job to you. I need to scram before Charlotte's loyal human dogs sniff me out. 	
 	 	 	The blood would be on your hands, not mine. I've seen worse in these parts. Hard to make it very far with too many morals in the way. 	
 	 	 	More of an improviser, then. May inspiration strike before the eyes of the crowd. 	
 	 	 	Puts a sour taste in my mouth, knowing exactly how that feels. But it's the Showmen who are delusional, not Zayde and I for valuing our own lives. 	
 	 	 	A bit macabre for you to say it so casually, but yes. Putting a knife through someone's arm should send a strong enough message. 	
 	 	 	We Russos... we were a family once, but we're broken beyond repair. The only thing l can still do is try and pick up the pieces for myself. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Perhaps you're right. I've spent so much time blocking them out, focusing on myself... 	
 	 	 	Of course they'd be angry at me. That's what makes it so hard. I never intended to let them down. 	
 	 	 	Isn't it too late? I've spent so much time blocking them out, focusing on myself... 	
 	 	 	No, that's a quitter's attitude. I never let anything stop me in showbiz. Home might be a different stage, but... a show nonetheless. 	
 	 	 	Family... I used to know what that meant once. Nothing ever turns out quite how you imagine it. 	
 	 	 	But I suppose that's no reason to stop trying, is it? It never stopped me in showbiz. 	
 	 	 	Oh, you're not, are you? And who are you to make that decision for the both of us? 	
 	 	 	It's all I have left. 	
 	 	 	What other option do I have? People aren't interested in anything else. At least not here. 	
 	 	 	I'd rather sell out than become completely irrelevant. Worthless. Unwanted. 	
 	 	 	You and Vincenzo have that situation handled. 	
 	 	 	This family has never needed me. Antonio was always busy, and Abigail followed him like a dog. Vincenzo handled everything around the house. 	
 	 	 	But the crowd... they always loved me. I gave them something. I still have more to give. 	
 	 	 	I get rid of Zayde before the final act. Indispose him, mind you, I'm not a murderer. I go on in his place. 	
 	 	 	Put on the show he was meant to - no safety protocols. I prove to this city that if it's truly what they want, I too can evolve. 	
 	 	 	That I'm still worth something. 	Trying to say this confidently, but a hint of sadness breaks through
 	 	 	I was the best singer in Atlantic City! Everyone wanted me! Then the world ended, and... everyone changed. 	
 	 	 	That Charlotte bitch started feeding them adrenaline in place of talent. I can't compete with a chemical reaction! 	
 	 	 	My only chance to stay relevant was to join them. I became a Showman. 	
 	 	 	I put my act on a dangerous high-rise, let people get off thinking they might see me topple to my death... 	
 	 	 	But I have too much to live for. I was on wires the whole time. I fell one day and the jig was up. After that, the Showmen wanted my head. 	
 	 	 	I need a chance to redeem myself. These people... they used to love me. They just need to be reminded of that. 	
 	 	 	Well if you're so interested, then fine! 	Acting indignant, but very easily gives in to the pleasure of talking about herself
 	 	 	Help you? I have enough to worry about as it is. 	
 	 	 	I helped, didn't I? 	
 	 	 	Now, there's no use rehashing all of that. We got you the Blood, didn't we? That's what matters. 	
 	 	 	Oh, I'll spill the beans; they're going to fall out eventually. 	Acting dramatic/victimized, but she's actually always keen for an opportunity to talk about herself
 	 	 	When I heard you had a way to fly to Atlantic City, I saw an opportunity to redeem myself. 	
 	 	 	To steal the stage and show them Evelyn Russo, the fearless songstress! To remind the audience what they loved about me! 	
 	 	 	But the Showmen found out before I could do anything. It was all for the better. 	
 	 	 	I don't know what possessed me. Going onstage without a proper act prepared? It would have been a disaster! 	
 	 	 	Well, what's with the accusatory tone? 	
 	 	 	Of course, darling. We're going to get you out of this conundrum. 	
 	 	 	If anyone knows how to slink out of a mess, it's your mother. Nevermind that there's usually another one waiting. We'll tackle that when we get to it.	
 	 	 	Abigail? Are you alright, dear? 	
 	 	 	And when will you think about me? What you're asking of me; what you've taken from me?! 	
 	 	 	Ugh, it's no use. Nothing ever works out how it should, and the life I wanted is gone. 	
 	 	 	And here I am. But let's not make it awkward, shall we? We have Abbie to worry about at the moment. 	
 	 	 	Yes, yes, whatever you want to call it. I say we've gotten too sentimental already, but there you have it. 	
 	 	 	Yes, there's... that aspect of it as well. You have to understand, Vincenzo. My life has always been showbiz. I don't know who I am without it. 	
 	 	 	But here's to me finding out. 	
 	 	 	I realized I have another role to play here... as your mother. Perhaps I haven't committed to that as fully as I should have. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Who do you think you're talking to? Of course I can. I always scrape through somehow. 	
 	 	 	So long as I make it to the vertibird, they're not going to know I'm there. Especially not with Ms. Lennox guarding it like her own newborn child. 	
 	 	 	Yes, they put me on their godforsaken hit list after my act went awry. They can't have anyone besmirching the Showmen's foolhardy reputation. 	
 	 	 	So anyone who is disgraced in the eyes of the public is erased from history altogether. 	
 	 	 	Well, I don't have much time before every Showman on the Boardwalk is chasing after me with a machete. 	
 	 	 	But before I go, the least I can do is help you help Abbie. So tell me what needs to be done. 	
 	 	 	Well, that throws all my plans out the window. I don't have much time before every Showman on the Boardwalk is chasing after me with a machete. 	
 	 	 	Before I go, at least indulge me in what exactly it is you're planning? 	
 	 	 	Wait! Come back here, you pathetic nobod- Shit. I didn't expect them to raise the alarm so soon. 	Shouting after a Showman who's running away. Realizes it's too late and mutters under her breath
 	 	 	Is that Evelyn Russo? The disgrace? Oh, Mother has to hear about this! She's gonna send the whole city after you! 	Scandalous! Very dramatic and excited to run off and share this gossip
==AC_MQ04_Sins==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Well, now that that's settled... Anyone care for a martini? 	
 	 	 	It's good to see a resolution to this pandemonium. About time someone took some responsibility! 	
 	 	 	I wish she would have had the courtesy to say goodbye to her own mother. 	Irritation disguising sadness
 	 	 	I can't believe my little girl is all grown up. 	Sadness/Disbelief that Abbie is gone
 	 	 	You'd better have an explanation for this! 	Upset that her daughter is missing
 	 	 	My daughter! Where is my daughter? 	Tearful and demanding
 	 	 	If this were a play, it would certainly be a tragedy. 	Melodramatic, irritated.
 	 	 	I had to move mountains to fit this familial powwow into my schedule. 	Haughty, melodramatic.
 	 	 	I can't believe how long I've been kept in the dark! 	Offended that she was kept out of the loop.
 	 	 	At least now we know who the real performer is in the family. 	Haughty.
 	 	 	Make haste. My daughter was meant for better things than this bizarre sort of vampirism. 	Melodramatic and firm.
 	 	 	Who is going to clean up this dreadful corpse?! 	Aghast.
 	 	 	I hope you know what you're doing, Tony... 	Sad, solemn.
 	 	 	And embalming this...thing...was the answer? What a ridiculous idea from a ridiculous man! 	Sees right through Antonio's nonsense.
 	 	 	Then why do you have...this?! 	Disgusted. Haughty.
 	 	 	Antonio! What is this BEAST doing in my home?! Disgusting! 	Aghast and disgusted.
 	 	 	Whoa... 	In awe, disbelief.
 	 	 	*sighs* I've married a Shakespearean villain, haven't I? 	Dramatic tone. Deeply disappointed in her husband.
 	 	 	Our daughter is dying, Antonio. 	Sharp, stern.
 	 	 	And this cursed night club... all that nonsense you gave me about an "Appalachian night life". Just another falsehood! 	Feeling betrayed. Indignant.
 	 	 	No one makes a fool out of me, Antonio Russo! 	Angry.
 	 	 	Abigail, please. I've handled more than one bad performance in my day. 	Haughty, stern.
 	 	 	I just didn't think it would be my HUSBAND I'm booing off the stage! 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Oh god... My Abigail... Poor, sweet girl... 	Starting to cry
 	 	 	So that's it, then? We're letting Abigail run off to get strung out in Casino Quarter alleys for the rest of her life? What kind of family are we?!	Very upset
 	 	 	Hey, you. A final word? 	
 	 	 	Oh, but both my children gone? A mother left to languish in a cabin in the woods... I can hardly bear it. 	
 	 	 	And just when I had resolved to turn things around. 	
 	 	 	And just when I need you most. 	
 	 	 	So that's how it's going to be, is it? 	Tearful and slightly angry
 	 	 	But like this? It shouldn't be like this. It can't be. 	
 	 	 	What? Vincenzo, not you too. You can't do this to me. 	
 	 	 	This can't be. We were going to... rebuild. Have a happy family again. 	
 	 	 	Oh, it's one thing after another. I'm losing a daughter, too... 	
 	 	 	This can't be. We were going to... rebuild. Have a happy family again. 	Tearful. Showing genuine love/emotion for once
 	 	 	What, so that's it? She's not even coming home to say goodbye? 	Sad, expressing it as resentment and disbelief
 	 	 	Physically, Abbie is fine. She got her cure. Mentally, the jury's out. She decided she wasn't interested in coming home. 	
 	 	 	Where is Abigail? Where is my daughter?! Antonio...? 	Demanding at first, then verging on tearful
 	 	 	Oh, Vincenzo, you really are all grown up. I only hope that we've spent enough time together that you won't forget me. 	Dramatic, tearful
 	 	 	You're lucky you still have the chance to return. I'd take the opportunity in a heartbeat. 	Resentful about her own career
 	 	 	Oh, don't frighten us like that! You had us all holding our breath just to say that nothing's changing. 	
 	 	 	You've grown charismatic with age, Abigail. If only I could say the same for your father. 	Playful fun, not resentful
 	 	 	Goodness, I don't think we've spent this much time in the same room in ages! 	
 	 	 	It's certainly a welcome change. Everyone, please shift to the left if you can. It's my good side. 	
 	 	 	Oh, you're right of course. 	
 	 	 	Oh, that's no fun at all. If I can't be a star again, at least let me party like one. 	
 	 	 	Thank goodness. We're all due for some relaxation now that this is through. Would you like a toast, Abigail? 	
 	 	 	And what is that supposed to mean? Your sister's run off to God knows where, and you're still giving me that attitude? 	
 	 	 	You know you love it. 	
 	 	 	Oh, you'll get better with practice. I certainly did. 	
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