Vin Russo/Dialogue

==AC_MQ_Dialogue_VinRusso==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I've been thinking about what you said, about staying in Appalachia. My mind's not made up, but you made a good point. 	
 	 	 	I chose my family once already. Why second guess that decision now? 	
 	 	 	I love them and they need me... Maybe I can be happy in Appalachia. Build a new life, with new passions, given time. 	
 	 	 	I wish I knew... With all the trouble my family got themselves into back in Atlantic City, half the Russos could be targets. Hell, maybe we all were! 	
 	 	 	Seems like no matter where we go, our problems follow. Makes me wonder why we even bothered leaving in the first place. 	
 	 	 	Alright, I'll bite. What do you want to discuss? 	
 	 	 	Heh, there's a lot to unpack there. Shoot. 	
 	 	 	I guess I can indulge your curiosity. 	
 	 	 	What can I whip up for you? 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	See you on the flip side. 	
 	 	 	Alright, have a good one. 	
 	 	 	Goodbye, then. 	
 	 	 	One beer, coming up. 	
 	 	 	My favorite! 	
 	 	 	An elegant choice. 	
 	 	 	'Fine' might be a stretch, but wine we do have. 	
 	 	 	Taking it easy today? 	
 	 	 	Oh, alright. Come back anytime if you are. 	
 	 	 	You found out about that, huh? Heh, well you know her... Lucky she hasn't made enemies with everyone she's ever met. 	
 	 	 	Still, I'm kind of glad she acted how she did. I wouldn't want her risking her life for some show. Probably the sanest thing she's done in her life. 	
 	 	 	I've been thinking about what you said, about returning to Atlantic City. My mind's not made up, but you made a good point. 	
 	 	 	I chose my family before, and it's brought me nothing but pain... Don't I deserve to be happy, too? 	
 	 	 	I love them and they need me, but I'm not sure I can dedicate my life to keeping them happy without getting anything in return. 	
 	 	 	I guess it went as well as you could hope. Abbie was cured, she and pops made up... 	
 	 	 	I'm not sure I can get over what my father did to us. Not just us, but to all of Atlantic City. It's unforgivable, really. 	
 	 	 	But if he turns over a new leaf -- if he really wants to be forgiven -- then maybe we really can be a family again. 	
 	 	 	Maybe, for the first time in our lives, we could be happy together. It could be a new start for us. 	
 	 	 	Can't ask for more than that, can you? 	
 	 	 	Abbie's safe, that's the most important thing. Well, if not safe, at least she's not hooked on a lethal substance any more. 	
 	 	 	If she wants to go out into the world and live her own life, I don't have much choice but to trust her with that. 	
 	 	 	As for my parents? Well, I guess I understand why they've become such a mess. 	
 	 	 	Not that I forgive them -- especially pop -- for all the problems that they've caused us and all of Atlantic City. 	
 	 	 	Still, they're paying for their mistakes. Maybe with punishment will come repentance. I can only hope. 	
 	 	 	Hmm, let's go over it once again. 	
 	 	 	We did everything we could to get Abbie an antidote, yet she is still out wandering the wastes with a terminal addiction. 	
 	 	 	My dad is a gangster, murderer, drug dealer, and entirely unrepentant for all the misery he's caused the world. 	
 	 	 	And my mother is a delusional trainwreck being hunted by the Showmen. 	
 	 	 	Yep, never been better. 	
 	 	 	Sure. What's the topic? 	
 	 	 	Yeah that's... kind of my thing. 	
 	 	 	Mom is so self-absorbed you can't really trust her to run a business. She's the "idea gal," but has no sense of practicality. 	
 	 	 	Dad is completely out of it. That's not his fault, but he really can't handle any business. 	
 	 	 	And Abbie, well, as you now know, she's been so strung out that she's in no condition to do the work. 	
 	 	 	That leaves me. So here I am, doing it all. 	
 	 	 	Normally I'd sock you for insulting my mom, but I can't really argue the point. 	
 	 	 	She was a star in a past life. She's always had the spotlight on her, and is used to being the center of attention. 	
 	 	 	That doesn't always attract the right kind of attention... as you've noticed. But she can't break the habit of bringing these things upon herself. 	
 	 	 	I thought Appalachia might calm her down, give her some breathing room, but I guess even if you take the starlet out of AC, you can't take the AC out of the starlet.	
 	 	 	Abbie... She never could find her way in life. I guess I have myself to blame. I never gave her the kind of guidance an older brother should. 	
 	 	 	Instead of juggling all this busy work, I should have been keeping a closer eye on her. 	
 	 	 	I knew she got into trouble here and there, but it's never been anything so serious! 	
 	 	 	Devil's Blood... It's not something you can kick lightly. She may not be able to kick it at all. 	
 	 	 	But if there's a way, we'll find it. 	
 	 	 	You're right, of course... I guess I'm just so used to taking it all on myself that it slipped out that way. 	
 	 	 	I still can't help but think that if I'd prioritized things differently, they wouldn't have turned out this way. Maybe that's naive. 	
 	 	 	I really, really did. But I'll make it up to her! Somehow... 	
 	 	 	I just hope, after everything she's been through, that she can change her life trajectory now. 	
 	 	 	Maybe with Pop back in her life, things will be different. At the very least she won't have a hole in her heart to fill with addictions. 	
 	 	 	I think, now that we know how she's been suffering, we can all do a better job of being there for her in the future. At least, I hope so. 	
 	 	 	I don't blame her for leaving. We neglected her, left her to an addiction that her own father spread through Atlantic City for no better reason than greed. 	
 	 	 	I'll miss her, but it could be for the best that she took off. She can start a new life somewhere without us weighing her down. 	
 	 	 	As long as she's kicked her Devil's Blood habit, I'm happy for her. I just want my sister safe, wherever she is. 	
 	 	 	I'm heartbroken. She's wandering around out there, somewhere, with a crippling addiction that she can never get over. 	
 	 	 	I can't blame her for leaving, but not taking the antidote? I can't bear to think what she'll go through, all alone. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* Yeah, he's been that way for a while now. Maybe it's just old age, but I think his lifestyle had something to do with it. 	
 	 	 	He lived a... difficult life in Atlantic City. A life I didn't agree with. Who knows what kind of damage that does to you on the inside. 	
 	 	 	It's one reason we moved to Appalachia. Too much baggage, and too much danger, following us everywhere we went. 	
 	 	 	We wanted to start over, without dad's skeletons chasing us down. 	
 	 	 	So much for that. 	
 	 	 	A mob boss? All my life. The architect of Devil's Blood? That one's new to me. 	
 	 	 	You can forgive me for avoiding the topic before. It's not one I'm fond of 	
 	 	 	I never liked my father's profession, or agreed with his choices. I've only doubled down with the recent revelations. 	
 	 	 	I thought his 'disease' and our move to Appalachia might let us start over. Obviously it didn't work out that way. 	
 	 	 	Sure thing. What do you want to know? 	
 	 	 	Yeah... As nice as being a Muni was, I realized I can have purpose without being the kind of selfless 'hero' I'd built myself up to be. 	
 	 	 	I don't have to be in Atlantic City to make a difference to people. I make a difference to my family, whether they realize it or not. 	
 	 	 	That may sound thankless, but it means something to me. That's just who I am, I guess. 	
 	 	 	Yes, and I haven't regretted it for a second! 	
 	 	 	Life just feels so much more meaningful, you know? Being in the trenches, keeping the people safe. Working with Sloane again really drove that home for me. 	
 	 	 	I always saw myself as the dutiful child, doing what 'had to be done.' But that wasn't giving me the life I wanted. It was just making me miserable. 	
 	 	 	I'm sure life will be hard for my parents without me, but maybe it will teach them to stand on their own two legs for a change. 	
 	 	 	That's what I tell myself, anyway. 	
 	 	 	And keeping the accounts? And sweeping the floors? And cleaning blood off the tables? 	
 	 	 	Sorry, I'm being an ass. But compared to all that, barkeeping is actually a nice distraction. 	
 	 	 	It's, uh, very rustic. That's a nice word for it, right? 	
 	 	 	Atlantic City is... well I wouldn't call it a paradise. The place is built on vice, always has been. But it's a lot more like what they used to call 'civilization.' 	
 	 	 	Appalachia... It's quiet at least. I'm sure we'll settle in, given time. 	
 	 	 	Me and Sloane? Oh, uh... There's nothing there. Yet. 	
 	 	 	Fine by me. 	
 	 	 	Well, uh, I didn't say that exactly... 	
 	 	 	Look, don't tell her I said this but... sure? Agh! I don't know! It's complicated, okay!? 	
 	 	 	Heh, sorry to disappoint. We're just friends. Always have been. 	
 	 	 	Though, you know... She's nice. Right? 	
 	 	 	H-Hey! I'm not... I mean... 	
 	 	 	Er, thanks. I guess? 	
 	 	 	Well, we found a lead on helping Abbie, that's the most important thing. It's unsettling -- if unsurprising -- that dad has anything to do with her predicament. 	
 	 	 	Otherwise, we had quite the adventure, didn't we? Diving headfirst into the muck with the Munis, meeting up with Sloane again, killing Overgrown... 	
 	 	 	Really brought me back. 	Feeling nostalgic for his past career
 	 	 	How would things be different with a normal family? 	
 	 	 	Do this, do that... 	
 	 	 	Nothing's ever simple. 	
 	 	 	I wish just once we could keep it together... 	Referring to his family life
 	 	 	Alright, ten secs to take a breather... 	
 	 	 	Why don't we hire me an assistant? Oh right, we're broke. 	
 	 	 	Dishes piling up again, just like the bills. 	
 	 	 	Things are finally starting to look up for the Russo family. 	Abbie and Antonio reconciled
 	 	 	Wonder where Abbie ran off to... 	Abbie took the Devil's Blood antidote and left
 	 	 	Abbie... I just don't understand... 	Abbie left without taking the antidote for Devil's Blood
 	 	 	Mom, dad, Abbie, or me... Who's going to have the breakdown today? 	
 	 	 	I missed this place. 	Referring to Atlantic City
 	 	 	Feels good to be alive again. 	
 	 	 	Scratch another Overgrown off the list... That's five this week! 	
 	 	 	How's it going? 	
 	 	 	You need something, too? 	
 	 	 	Use my time wisely, please. 	
 	 	 	You ordering something? 	Bartender mode
 	 	 	What's your pleasure? 	Bartender mode
 	 	 	Welcome to the Rose Room. 	Bartender mode
 	 	 	I'm still here, don't worry. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, yeah, I'm staying. 	
 	 	 	Home sweet home. 	
 	 	 	Watch your step. It's a little damp around here. 	In the flooded downtown area of Atlantic City
 	 	 	Oh, it's you! Enjoying your vacation? 	The player is in Atlantic City, so Vin assumes they are on vacation
 	 	 	Good to see you again! 	
 	 	 	What can I do for you? 	
 	 	 	Vin Russo, at your service. 	
 	 	 	There's a lot of work to do, but I'll make time. 	
 	 	 	It's been one of those days... again. 	
 	 	 	I think I can fit you in. What's up? 	
 	 	 	Can I get you anything? 	Bartender mode
 	 	 	What can I mix up? 	Bartender mode
 	 	 	Always more to do, but at least I enjoy my work. 	
 	 	 	It's good to be home again. 	
 	 	 	Still here. But that's not all bad, right? 	
 	 	 	Those Overgrown were tough. Thanks for having my back. 	
 	 	 	Pop and Abbie back on good terms? Things are looking up! 	Abbie and Antonio reconciled
 	 	 	Abbie may be gone, but at least she's safe. 	Abbie took the Devil's Blood antidote and left
 	 	 	Where did you go, Abbie...? Huh? Oh, sorry. What can I do for you? 	Abbie left the familiy without taking the antidote for Devil's Blood
==AC_MQ_Dialogue_VinRusso_Combat==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Been a while! 	
 	 	 	Things are about to get exciting... 	
 	 	 	Need to limber up for this... 	
 	 	 	We live to fight another day. 	
 	 	 	Well that was... invigorating? 	
 	 	 	Phew. Still got it. 	
 	 	 	I haven't lost my aim! 	
 	 	 	Dying is not on the menu! 	
 	 	 	It's all coming back to me! 	
 	 	 	A Russo won't go down without a fight!	
 	 	 	Gah! Forgot how much that hurts! 	
 	 	 	Ah! Not cool! 	
 	 	 	*hiss* Damn! 	
 	 	 	Ugh! 	
 	 	 	I can't... die now... 	
 	 	 	No! Not here... 	
 	 	 	Abbie... Mother... Father... 	
==AC_MQ01_Opportunity==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	It was simple. Wait for all the Russos to be in the room together. Shoot on my signal. Couldn't follow either one! 	Dying, but so busy complaining that he hardly feels it
 	 	 	Almost makes me happy to be put out of my freakin' misery! 	Dying, but so busy complaining that he hardly feels it
 	 	 	What, really? You of all people are gonna point your finger at me? 	Shocked because Evelyn is way more likely to have someone after her
 	 	 	*pained laugh* Guess every one of you nutsos has a reason to be afraid of payback from Atlantic City. 	Dying, but amused
 	 	 	Sleep tight, Russos. I may not be the last to come for you. 	Dying, but amused/threatening
 	 	 	Vincenzo! What did you do? 	Accusatory
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	We'll have enough trouble getting people in here without her immediately scaring them away. To be honest, this is more turnout than I expected. 	
 	 	 	Which is welcome, of course. I just hope the rest of them are friendly. 	Realizing he said something awkward to a stranger and trying to correct it
 	 	 	*awkward cough* Anything to drink? 	Realizing he said yet another awkward thing and trying to correct it/change the subject
 	 	 	I can't even begin to tell you how little you know about me and City- 	
 	 	 	Just nonsense is all it is. We can't let them scare us. 	
 	 	 	Oh crap. Everyone duck! 	
 	 	 	God damn it! Did you see me give the goddamned signal?! 	
 	 	 	Aw, I can't listen to this baloney no more. Let's light this place up! 	
 	 	 	Hello folks! Rowdy looking bunch out there... Well, as I say, there's no better cure for a long day than some snazzy tunes. Sit back and enjoy. 	
 	 	 	I apologize on behalf of my mother. 	
 	 	 	I mean, really! *pained cough* What does "on my signal" mean to you? Does it mean "whenever the hell you want"? 	Dying, but so busy complaining that he hardly feels it
 	 	 	Get away from me! 	
 	 	 	Sorry about all this. I was right to expect trouble. Just not... this much of it. 	
 	 	 	Opening night is a failure! 	
 	 	 	Well, a pleasure to meet you! Welcome to the Russos' haven. How do you like the festivities? 	Happy and oblivious
 	 	 	You're back. Thanks for that. 	
 	 	 	Hey, you're still here! Isn't that a trip. 	
 	 	 	Anything I can get for you? 	
 	 	 	You looking at something? 	
 	 	 	Can I do something for you? 	
 	 	 	Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy a drink? 	
 	 	 	Mind your business, pal. 	
 	 	 	Go get your own table. 	
 	 	 	Go ahead and join the audience. Just keep an eye out for any trouble. 	
 	 	 	If we're lucky, then I'm just being paranoid. I hope that's the case. 	
 	 	 	We'd better find out what we can while we still have the chance. 	
 	 	 	Would you do the honors? I'm not too great with situations like this. 	Violent situations
 	 	 	Abbie! Are you alright? 	
 	 	 	Please, just... talk to Mom for me. Abbie needs her. 	
 	 	 	It was a bad time to open my mouth. It's just... hard to keep it in all the time. 	
 	 	 	I think Mom wanted you to do something for her. 	
 	 	 	I'm really worried about Abbie. We have to figure something out to help her. 	
 	 	 	Is there something happening downstairs? I'm not sure what all the commotion is. 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	My wife's throwing another party, isn't she? Well, enjoy the festivities! 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	Anyone ever told you that you look familiar? 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	Welcome! What can I do for you? 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	Sorry, I'd better a keep an eye on this. 	Slightly hushed, polite but distracted/worried by the heckling
 	 	 	I can help you in a moment. Mom's causing a fuss again. 	Slightly hushed, polite but distracted/worried by the heckling
 	 	 	Well, that was embarrassing. Welcome to The Rose Room! Anything to drink? 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	Hey, you've got a great voice, lady! Wish I could stay awake to hear it. 	Shouted rudely from the crowd just after a performance
 	 	 	The neon lights... Forbidden delights... Come have it all... Right here in Atlantic City... 	Singing
 	 	 	You're not joking, right? *relieved sigh* You can pull this off. We- Abbie needs you to. 	
 	 	 	Please, just let us know as soon as possible if anything goes wrong. I'll do whatever I can for her in the meantime. 	
 	 	 	I really appreciate that. 	
 	 	 	You make the second part of that sound like a simple ask. 	
 	 	 	I did say it was crazy. But, please, and I really mean it. 	
 	 	 	It'd be a bad idea for any of us to go back there right now, if newcomers like us could even negotiate a flight in the first place. 	Emphasis on "us", as in the Russos
 	 	 	Blood of the Devil? Now that doesn't sound like something anybody should be drinking. 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	Crap, I think you're right. 	
 	 	 	She's got the shakes. Could be she's danced with the devil. 	
 	 	 	They know... I thought I covered my tracks... They're gonna come back, they're gonna... 	
 	 	 	What are you talking about? 	
 	 	 	You're my own mom. Don't talk to me like... *pained groan* 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Nobody's stopping you. 	
 	 	 	You say that now? All of this was your idea! We're so busy dealing with your problems, there's no room for anyone else! 	Emotional outburst
 	 	 	Is that really how you feel, Vincenzo? 	
 	 	 	Yes! It is, one hundred percent, absolutely how I feel! 	
 	 	 	After everything I've done for us, everything I've sacrificed! Unbelievable. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Just, please go talk to my mother for me. It was a bad time to set her off. Right now, we need to figure out how to help Abbie. 	
 	 	 	Thank you. I know you'll have better luck than I would. 	
 	 	 	That regardless of any issues between me and her, she needs to come down and be there for her daughter. 	Angry
 	 	 	*sigh* Tell her I'm sorry, and Abbie needs her right now. She needs all of us. I can't do this on my own. 	Calming down and amending his initial angry response
 	 	 	Yeah... tell me about it. Mom's obsessed with herself, and Dad can hardly remember what he did two minutes ago. 	
 	 	 	With the two of them so preoccupied, it's no wonder Abbie keeps getting herself into trouble. 	
 	 	 	That leaves me to jerryrig everything together with twine and duct tape. 	
 	 	 	Me? It's... possible. But I wouldn't be the first in line for elimination. 	Quick answer, thinking out loud
 	 	 	Uh, anyway, that's not important right now! Those people are dead, and Abbie's alive. But... that could change if we don't get her treated. 	Realizing he said too much and awkwardly trying to cover. Then, realizing how grave the situation actually is.
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	Huh? Of course not, I don't mind at all. 	
 	 	 	My daughter... Oh, she's a great kid. Fast learner. Resilient. Stubborn. Does she need something? 	Feigning obliviousness/dementia, but he's actually worried
 	 	 	What should you do? Uh... About what, exactly? I can't help if you don't tell me what the problem is. 	Friendly, but confused
 	 	 	Me? I'm right as rain! How are you doing this fine evening? Enjoying the festivities? 	Happy and oblivious
 	 	 	Hitmen? What hitmen? Have you been watching too much television? 	Friendly, unaware that he's confused
 	 	 	My daughter... You know, I still remember catching little Abbie with a pack of candy pilfered from the convenience store. 	Fondly
 	 	 	So clever. So stubborn! *laughs* I never thought she would, uh... Were we talking about somebody? 	"Forgetting" what he was talking about mid-sentence
 	 	 	Going already? But you've just said hello! 	Friendly, but confused
 	 	 	Look, I've done some thinking. Devil's Blood is highly addictive, and... withdrawal is dangerous. Can even be fatal. 	
 	 	 	We are hundreds of miles away from anyone who knows what to do about this. Doctors here are only going to know about regular chems. 	
 	 	 	A doctor's not good enough, anyway. We need the Blood. 	
 	 	 	Correct. And the only way to get to Atlantic City in a timely fashion is a vertibird. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Like I said, they may have heard about Devil's Blood, but they're not going to have a supply. Or a cure. But that vertibird... 	
 	 	 	Say... You don't happen to be on good terms with the Refuge, do you? 	
 	 	 	You're kidding? Then you're exactly the person we need right now. 	
 	 	 	That's a boon we really need right now. 	
 	 	 	Well then, how much of a people person are you? 	
 	 	 	You really mean it? 	
 	 	 	I need to ask you something crazy. Because you don't really know us, and really, from what you've seen so far, have no reason to trust us... 	
 	 	 	But my sister is in trouble, so I'm going to ask. Could you fly to Atlantic City and bring back a dose of Devil's Blood? 	
 	 	 	It's an exclusive chem. Typically only accessible to high society, and to the people that source it: the mob. 	
 	 	 	You'll have to find one of them. See what you can negotiate. 	
 	 	 	Remember the firefight earlier? Whoever sent those people still has it out for us. 	
 	 	 	For one of us, in any case. 	
 	 	 	Undetermined. We could fight about it all day. 	
 	 	 	What in God's name is happening? 	Rushing downstairs, alarmed from hearing gunshots down there
 	 	 	They were simple instructions! How hard is it *pained cough* to follow simple instructions? 	Dying, but so frustrated by the stupidity, he hardly feels the pain
 	 	 	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?!
 	 	 	*sigh* Why don't you ask this guy before he croaks? 	Really just done with it all
 	 	 	Crap... I think I went too far. *sigh* 	
 	 	 	Get out of my club! Get out! Out! 	Absolutely losing it
 	 	 	You're living in a bubble, lady! The Wasteland ain't no place for some snazzy pre-war nightclub. 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	Pleased to make your acquaintance! 	
 	 	 	You'll stick around for the next set, won't you? 	
 	 	 	I'm performing later. Would love for you to see it! 	
 	 	 	Stick around, and you're in for a musical treat. 	
 	 	 	Gee, I'm starting to get nervous! 	Having a joyous attitude about it
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	We don't know who "they" are to begin with. 	
 	 	 	Gee, thanks for the comforting words. Just like being at home with ma. 	
 	 	 	Hey, I told them the same thing, lady. Starting to think they wanted to get rid of me, too. 	
 	 	 	Wouldn't you like to know? 	
 	 	 	Alright. Can't say I blame you for not wanting to stick your nose in our crap. 	Genuinely understanding
 	 	 	I'll just keep an eye out myself. While serving drinks, cleaning cups, maintaining inventory... 	Taking mental inventory. He's not intentionally trying to be catty. Just stressed
 	 	 	Sorry. That was inappropriate. Please enjoy yourself. 	Genuinely apologetic for letting his annoyance slip
 	 	 	We have another performance scheduled later. If you stick around... Well, I promise those bozos won't interrupt this time. 	Weak bargain for the player to stay
 	 	 	Because they, uh, left already. 	Kinda pathetic, in a funny way
 	 	 	My sister's sitting over there. Dad's probably up in his room. 	
 	 	 	He's getting up there, started having some... cognitive issues recently. Doesn't make him great for socializing. 	
 	 	 	See... that's, uh... you know, why does anyone move, really? To see new sights, make new friends... get a fresh start. 	Dodging the question
 	 	 	Could I offer you another drink? 	
 	 	 	There's another question for my dear mother. 	
 	 	 	We just moved here from the coast. Atlantic City, which, believe it or not, is doing pretty well compared to, uh... everywhere else. 	
 	 	 	Over there, Mom was an entertainer. It's what she does, what she knows. 	
 	 	 	I don't think she's woken up to the reality of what the rest of the world is like out here. 	
 	 	 	Yeah. Yeah, I really could. 	Genuine exhaustion here. He hasn't taken a moment to breathe until the player asks this
 	 	 	My mom thought that we weren't gonna have any trouble tonight. But from the crowd I've seen so far... I have my doubts. Big ones. 	
 	 	 	If you feel inclined... Could you keep an eye out? Maybe, if it's necessary, handle a fight? 	
 	 	 	But... keep a low profile about it, so Mom doesn't freak out. I'd really appreciate it. 	
 	 	 	Sorry. It's not your job to hear me complain. It's your job to relax, have a drink, and enjoy the music. 	Genuinely apologetic
 	 	 	So, what can I help you with? 	Genuinely trying to be accommodating, but still very tired and stressed under the surface
 	 	 	That would be... a beer. Because stock was on me, just behind the other hundred things on my to-do list that nobody else is doing... 	
 	 	 	Try telling her that. I have. About a thousand times now. Not easy running a business with an owner who keeps actively sabotaging it. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, well, I've got more of them than I'd like. 	
 	 	 	The nerve! 	Storming away
 	 	 	By the way, your singing sucks anyway! 	Tacked on, comical final word in the argument. Might be funny to try a "tongue out" noise at the end
 	 	 	Sheez louise. You don't have to tell me twice. 	Taken aback and dismissive of Evelyn's outburst
 	 	 	Hey! I scavenged these threads from Charleston Landfill, fair and square! 	
 	 	 	*scoff* Really? Now, I don't know what indignities you and Miss Country Thrift Store are forced to survive out here- 	She gets interrupted
 	 	 	I got the right to say what I mean. Your fancy jazz is puttin' me to sleep! 	
 	 	 	Oh, shut it, Connie. You're always startin' crap. 	Raider type chastising her SO
 	 	 	Well, screw you! But, thank you! Shouldn't be so goddamned difficult to execute a basic plan. 	
 	 	 	Didn't turn out well for them? *pained laugh* And what about me, huh? Condemned to death by the stupidity of others. 	
 	 	 	Then you're just as bad as the rest of these harebrained knuckleheads bleeding out all over the floor! 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Go ahead and join the audience. If nothing happens, then you can enjoy the show just like everyone else. 	
 	 	 	I hope that's the case, but, better safe than sorry. And thank you. I do really appreciate the help. 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	Shit. Abbie! Are you okay? 	Just noticing that Abbie is still cowering on the floor
 	 	 	Yeah, you're right. Now we're onto a different type of "conflict resolution". 	Slightly annoyed, but doesn't think it's unreasonable
 	 	 	Take this, but that's the most I can give you. And be gentle. Mom's ego will require soothing if she's going to cooperate. 	
 	 	 	Right, of course not. I wouldn't expect you to. Head's just all over the place, lately. This is what I can spare. 	
 	 	 	Oh, my darling girl... 	
 	 	 	Really? You mean it? 	Surprised to actually receive help. He's used to doing everything himself.
 	 	 	*screams* 	Ducking for cover amidst sudden gunfire, whilst already on the verge of a psychotic breakdown
 	 	 	Thank God. For a second I thought... 	...that you had gotten shot
 	 	 	Don't let her get to you, honey. 	Defending his SO
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	Now, I'm afraid I have other duties to attend to. Lennox shall be happy to board you once your preparations are complete. 	
 	 	 	Excuse me. 	
 	 	 	Incredible. Was that so difficult? 	
 	 	 	You're graciously welcome for the flight, Mrs. Russo. 	
 	 	 	Do you... know this woman? 	
 	 	 	In that case, you will be happy to hear that the leaders of Atlantic City are sponsoring travel for visitors. 	
 	 	 	You might speak to Mr. Jeremiah Hopkins about it, if you haven't already. He has a booth out in the common area, beside the stage. 	
 	 	 	So long as you are willing to provide assistance to the locals during your travels, you may fly to Atlantic City whenever you'd like. 	
 	 	 	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? 	
 	 	 	At least I warned you. Better for my conscience. 	Awkward
 	 	 	Keep your eyes on the skies! 	Awkward encouragement/warning
 	 	 	Dimples? Is that finally you?! 	
 	 	 	Late on opening night! Who hired you? Was it me? We'll be served on a plate to the ravenous masses! With their vicious, quivering jaws... 	
 	 	 	Oh, get to the stage already! They await your opening act! I'm not ready yet... I can't be seen like this! 	
 	 	 	Perhaps you could provide more coherent details regarding this woman's conundrum? 	
 	 	 	Be careful if you go to Atlantic City! The Jersey Devil is real! 	
 	 	 	You? What are you doing here?! 	
 	 	 	I have some... re-evaluation to do, thanks to your advice. And I'd better get out of this gaudy outfit. 	
 	 	 	Better for me to step aside and let new blood do what I never could. 	
 	 	 	Mm, scrumptious! 	
 	 	 	Hey, this isn't diet! 	
 	 	 	You've satiated my ap-pie-tite! 	
 	 	 	*muffled by pie* Delicious! 	
 	 	 	Where's the whipped cream? 	
 	 	 	Boo! 	
 	 	 	*gasp* 	
 	 	 	Oh my god! 	
 	 	 	I deeply apologize for the commotion, darling. We do strive to make every visit to the Whitespring a pleasant one. 	
 	 	 	Ugh, did it always smell like this? 	
 	 	 	You lookin' at something? 	"Who's this nobody?"
 	 	 	Welcome, welcome! Here to be amazed, shocked and entertained? 	
 	 	 	Well tonight, as our lucky thirteenth customer, you will get all of that and more - for free! Congratulations! 	
 	 	 	You followed me, didn't you? You'd better explain yourself. 	
 	 	 	I heard the news. Young man went out in a spray of blood. Now that's a finale, if you ask me. 	
 	 	 	I heard the news. Young man'll have a hard time doing that act again. 	
 	 	 	I heard the news. The Showmen are gonna have his head... Probably would have been nicer to cut off a limb or two. 	
 	 	 	Tell me you have the dose. 	
 	 	 	Are you going to find Stan, or should we stand here and smell the roses all night? 	Sarcastic, it smells like a stinky city
 	 	 	Still looking for a taste of the high life, are you? And what makes you worthy? 	
 	 	 	I told you the terms. Send our "message" to the Showman who stole Devil's Blood, and you're in business for a dose of your very own. 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	What's going on? Shouldn't you be smiling? 	Blissed out on DB
 	 	 	I know it's awkward, but would you try talking to my dad? Maybe he knows something that could help Abbie. 	
 	 	 	So how'd it go? Tell me I hit the jackpot. 	
 	 	 	What, you got something to say? 	Rudely greeting a stranger staring at them
 	 	 	W-Watch who you're staring at! 	Rudely greeting a stranger who's staring at them
 	 	 	Well, don't look at me. You're the one with the dose. 	
 	 	 	Abigail's waiting for you. 	
 	 	 	Head to the Whitespring Refuge and see if you can convince them to let you fly to AC. 	
 	 	 	I need you to fly to Atlantic City and get a dose of Devil's Blood for Abbie. 	
 	 	 	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? 	
 	 	 	As it stands, I have no way to verify your story. Had you a prior relationship with us, or the victim was present for our medical staff to- 	
 	 	 	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? 	
 	 	 	As I've said, Mrs. Russo, the facilities are available to Responders and refugees. 	
 	 	 	Sorry to interrupt you. I just heard you were going to Atlantic City, and I... 	Awkward, feeling guilty for eavesdropping
 	 	 	It's not safe there! There's a monster. I saw it... People keep going missing. That's why I left. 	Socially awkward, but concerned enough to say something. The monster they saw is the Jersey Devil.
 	 	 	It's real! I swear! 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	You're back? Thank god. 	
 	 	 	Did you make it to AC? You did, right? 	
 	 	 	Please enjoy the show! 	
 	 	 	The show will begin as soon as our Star Clown arrives. 	
 	 	 	What are you doing here? It's your act! Quickly, before they come for us! 	
 	 	 	If you're here, you're not there. If you're not there, the crowd is waiting! 	
 	 	 	Second act. Should be a breeze. Should be like cake! *nervous laugh* 	
 	 	 	I've practiced this. Just have to go on their cue. Where is it? Where is their cue?! 	
 	 	 	Get to your place! You're ruining us! 	Hushed. Whispering to another actor onstage
 	 	 	Walking up to me? This- This isn't what we rehearsed! 	Hushed. Whispering to another actor onstage
 	 	 	My blood... It flows... so rapidly... 	Woozy from blood loss
 	 	 	Blood for blood. I've paid the price. Please, have mercy! 	Woozy from pain and blood loss
 	 	 	Hope you enjoyed the show! 	
 	 	 	Beyond your wildest expectations, was it not? 	Referring to the show the player just attended
 	 	 	You? What are you doing here?! 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	Broken, mutilated, utterly disgraced, dead. Don't matter to me, long as the message gets sent. 	
 	 	 	Of course, dead guarantees that. But if you wanna take the risk of disappointing us, that's on you. 	
 	 	 	Sounds like we have an understanding. Now listen carefully. You're gonna have to get backstage somehow. Maybe by posing as a cast member. 	
 	 	 	That's your best shot at getting access to Zayde. Once you've got an opportunity, it's up to you how you wanna deal with him. 	
 	 	 	I'll meet you outside after the show. Don't disappoint me, capiche? 	
 	 	 	But first you'll have to prove yourself trustworthy. 	
 	 	 	Provide service for the Family, and you'll be rewarded. Cross the Family... and you end up on our hit list. 	
 	 	 	See, a young Showman known as Zayde stole some Blood from our stores a few nights back. He's got a show on tonight. 	
 	 	 	And those who don't respect our rules don't get to live freely. 	
 	 	 	You want the Blood? Then that show doesn't go smoothly, and Zayde gets the message to never even dream about stealing from us again. 	
 	 	 	Thought as much. Now don't waste my time again, capiche? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, every junkie on the street's got an important reason. That's why we gotta keep it out of their hands. 	
 	 	 	Devil's Blood is for those who can handle it. Contribute to this city, become an influence, show you're capable... the Blood is your reward. 	
 	 	 	Well! For this generous contribution to the wellbeing of my family, I think you deserve a taste of the best our city has to offer. 	
 	 	 	Well, absolutely, that I do, that I do. Stan's been given an important job here, managing this stuff. 	Really buffed up by this flattery
 	 	 	And I think you deserve a taste of the best our city has to offer. 	
 	 	 	Hm... You know, you do look familiar. You don't happen to be one of those out-of-towners helping out around here? 	
 	 	 	Well, alright. A friend of the Family deserves a taste of the best our city has to offer. 	
 	 	 	Whoa there! Now I can hook you up with all kinds of chems, but as for the Blood... 	Taken aback that a nobody would ask for this exclusive drug so confidently
 	 	 	What makes you think a nobody like you should get access to Atlantic City's most sought-after chem? 	
 	 	 	Royal flush again?! You must have the angels on your side, my friend. 	
 	 	 	You mean you don't see it, Stan? He's playing you! Ain't nobody got that kind of luck. 	
 	 	 	Oh, come on! You know I'd never play you, Stan! You're the man! 	
 	 	 	You know what I love most about you, Stan? How much faith you put in your friends. 	
 	 	 	This is ludicrous. 	Fed up, pulling gun out to shoot the cheater
 	 	 	Ah, now what'd you go and do that for? You really think he was playing me? 	
 	 	 	Come on, Stan. Three royal flushes in a row? 	
 	 	 	Now you grab that cash and take care of your family. I'm headed out. 	
 	 	 	Please head straight inside to the stage, and take care not to enter restricted areas. 	
 	 	 	We may be a bit late tonight, as we are still awaiting the arrival of one our cast members. 	
 	 	 	The show simply cannot start without our star clown. Trust me, they are worth the wait! 	
 	 	 	(test) 	
 	 	 	And you will not be disappointed! 	
 	 	 	. 	
 	 	 	And now, for your opening act, please welcome to the stage the funniest, the whackiest, the most diabolical... staaaaar clown! 	
 	 	 	This zany jokester never shies from a good gag, even at their own expense. But why don't I let them show you what I mean? 	
 	 	 	Ooh, that looked like it hurt! We'll be passing out warm towels to wipe any blood off. 	
 	 	 	Let's give it up for our staaar clown! 	
 	 	 	And now for a classic trick, with an explosive twist! Watch as this dexterous merrymaker juggles live grenades! 	
 	 	 	(TEMP) Ohoho! You got me! *clown giggle* 	
 	 	 	Fun fact: nothing stimulates a clown's appetite more than a hearty laugh! 	
 	 	 	A hungry clown will prance and frolic to earn a mouthful of their favorite food, delivered with enthusiasm by their jovial leader! 	
 	 	 	Please welcome this giggle of clowns to the stage and bear witness to their feeding frenzy! 	
 	 	 	Of course that would bring you here, of all places. 	
 	 	 	You weren't supposed to know about all this, but there's no avoiding it now. I used to be the star around here! I deserve to have it back. 	Indignant, relishing the opportunity to talk about herself
 	 	 	The stage is mine. I'm taking it from this up-and-coming nobody to remind this city exactly what they lost. 	
 	 	 	Or at least, that was my plan. You being here really puts a damper on things. 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	(TEMP) Ohoho! You got me! *clown giggle* 	
 	 	 	A night of heart-throbbing classics. Where would we be without them? For hundreds of years, art has risked heart and soul, life and limb... 	
 	 	 	So I close with one last visceral threat: the curve of blade to neck... *nervous laugh* ...tantalizingly close. 	
 	 	 	Assistant! Master of laughs! Let loose, and don't you dare gut me! 	
 	 	 	As promised, a taste of the Devil himself. Now don't you go blabbing about where you got it. Stan's got a tight ship to steer. 	
 	 	 	Hey... Thanks. You saved my sister's life. 	Grabbing the player to say this before they leave. Really heartfelt. Nothing more needs to be said.
 	 	 	Dad... *sigh* Thing is, I've tried to get answers from him about all kinds of things. But if he knows something about Devil's Blood... 	
 	 	 	It has to still be in there somewhere. Maybe you'll have better luck than me. I know it's awkward, but would you try talking to him? 	
 	 	 	Now don't you forget what Stan did for you, capiche? 	Proud
 	 	 	This is just temporary. We need to find you a real solution. An antidote. 	
 	 	 	You got into this, Abs. Do you know anything about getting off it? 	
 	 	 	Who is that wearing my oversized shoes? You think just anyone can honk and giggle? You've made me a punchline! 	Outraged at being impersonated
 	 	 	*pained cry* You- You hit me! 	Hit in the arm by a knife in a knife-throwing stunt
 	 	 	This... It isn't at all what it looks like! My costume... The layers... 	
 	 	 	So close! You might have grazed me! 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	What a funny question! We Showmen put on performances of all kinds. 	Dodging around the question. The show is NOT safe
 	 	 	Our first and only priority is giving you an experience you will never forget. So open your mind and prepare to be amazed! 	
 	 	 	That it is! Opening night for our shining young star! 	
 	 	 	Think all you want, but I'll need to see action if you want the Blood. 	
 	 	 	Often? No. The only way you get access is if we grant it, or if you're one of us. 	
 	 	 	Zayde had a friend on the inside. One who's already been dealt with, so don't you worry about that. 	
 	 	 	I don't know what kind of carnival mumbo-jumbo they have scheduled over there. It's on the Pier. Zayde's the headliner. You figure it out from there. 	
 	 	 	You heard of me? Well, heh heh, as a matter of fact, I am Stanley Soriano. 	Proud that someone has heard of him
 	 	 	Proud father, handler of official business, and avid patron of this fine establishment. How can I help you? 	
 	 	 	Always a shame when you think someone's got your back, and turns out they're just playin' ya. 	
 	 	 	But hey, crazy things happen all the time. Just last week someone was saying they had special chips worth double... but they looked exactly the same! 	
 	 	 	Now what was the deal with that? At least put some gold flecks on 'em or something. 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	Loud tourists, low-tier entertainers, showgoers on their way home from the Pier... The Devil swoops down from the sky and swallows them whole! 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	They're siphoning its blood and turning it into a drug. That's why it's so angry now! 	Like a crazy person. No sane person hearing this should believe them (Ironic because it turns out to actually be true)
 	 	 	We're lucky to be alive. It had so much... evil intent. I still feel its effects. Don't you? 	Referring to being in the presence of the Jersey Devil
 	 	 	Oh, brother. Don't encourage these delusions. 	
 	 	 	You did?! 	
 	 	 	Long ago, a woman known as Mother Leeds cursed her thirteenth child. 	With drama, telling an old folk tale
 	 	 	When she gave birth to the child one stormy night in the Pine Barrens, it transformed into a winged devil and flew off into the night. 	
 	 	 	It's been tormenting Jersey residents ever since! 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	It is your daughter we're talking about helping, right? 	Surprised that Evelyn would indirectly insult her daughter that way
 	 	 	The high is legendary. Reserved for the upper crust of idiots who live in "America's Playground" and still manage to get bored. 	
 	 	 	Oh dear. I don't even know where to begin with correcting you. 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	We've heard the name. The stories place it as something rather more dangerous than your average chem. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Ah... Well, looking past the assertive attitude of our new acquaintance, it does behoove the Refuge to help those in need. 	"Assertive" is the nicest way they can say this
 	 	 	Unfortunately? Is that your response to good hospitality? 	
 	 	 	Apologies are ordered to those who deserve them. Nonetheless, it behooves the Refuge to help those in need. 	
 	 	 	I believe an apology is in order. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Ah... Wonderful. 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
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 	 	 	(TEMP) 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	*dying shriek* 	
 	 	 	*pained cry* You're doing this on purpose! You're... Oh no. They sent you. And I'm at your mercy... 	Hit in the other arm by a knife in a knife-throwing stunt. Realizing he could die right now
 	 	 	To put it simply, I'm a disappointment to him. Abbie had a better chance of knowing than me. 	
 	 	 	And you... you're a third party. Uninvolved. He might let something slip if he thinks it's of no consequence to you. 	
 	 	 	Well... Maybe Dad would have told me if he hadn't cut me out. That's all water under the bridge, though. 	Blissed out on DB
 	 	 	Everything's dandy now! We're in West Virginia. It's a new start! No more jobs, no more Dad. Everything's, everything's... 	Blissed out on DB. Reality starts to creep in at the end
 	 	 	Everything's... good... It has to be... 	Reality is creeping in
 	 	 	Mess? Oh, right. *euphoric laughter* Guess I messed up pretty bad, huh? 	Blissed out on DB
 	 	 	Oh... right. Guess I'm in trouble again, huh? *euphoric laughter* 	Blissed out on DB
 	 	 	Okay? Yeah, everything's... fantastic. Really... amazing. 	Blissed out on DB
 	 	 	*gulping* 	
 	 	 	Vin? Mom... And, who are you, again? Oh... Feels... nice. 	Feeling better as the drug takes effect
 	 	 	If you're still going to do this, please take it seriously. Or let us know so we can figure something else out. I mean it. 	Polite, but firm
 	 	 	No offense - really - but maybe you could share the story later? Abbie's in bad shape. 	
 	 	 	Alright, Abbie. Down the hatch. 	
 	 	 	You're a lifesaver. 	
 	 	 	The Russos are long gone. That is, if there ever was a Russo. I sure don't know any Russos. 	Clamming up, but acting cool about it. He's been forbidden from talking about this.
 	 	 	Now didn't I just say I got a tight ship to steer? 	
 	 	 	Even if we did have such a doe snooping around the Family, who finally got too damn entitled for her own good, I wouldn't tell you nothin' about that.	
 	 	 	Distinguished guests, clowns and showmen, brace yourselves for an unexpected encore! 	Said in the rhythm of "ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls"
 	 	 	For this impersonating intruder cannot be allowed to leave unpunished. 	
 	 	 	This is now an open-fire venue! Proceed calmly to the nearest exit, or grab your gun and join the fun! 	Stern stress on proceeding "calmly", which is ironic because it's now death and mayhem all around
 	 	 	*audience booing* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience booing* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	*audience applause* 	
 	 	 	Who else would I be, the Mayor? Yes, I can make jokes too. Ha ha, tee hee! 	
 	 	 	Are you happy now? I have to get ready. And you have to get them ready for me! 	
 	 	 	What am I talking about? What are you talking about? This is your act, your stage, your hour to sparkle and shine! 	
 	 	 	You must make them laugh! Or when I go out there, they'll gut me where I stand! Gore me with their glares, dismember me with their displeasure... 	
 	 	 	It's the sacred responsibility of the opening act. I'm doomed already if you don't know it. Oh, I'm doomed, I'm dead where I stand... 	
 	 	 	Not just a show. A masterpiece, an indelible memory! Go now, before our audience turns rabid. They must be starving! 	
 	 	 	Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. It's one of Stan's many important duties to keep that information locked tight. 	Smug, feeling important
 	 	 	Hey, I told you. I don't know nothing about any little pest like that. And you'd be wise to watch your tone with me. You forget who I am already? 	
 	 	 	Of course not. I wouldn't tell you how useless it would be to go after that little girl. 	
 	 	 	We'd have to have a big damn reason to send guys that far away. And that girl ain't it. 	
 	 	 	See, I wouldn't tell you about any of that. And that's why they count on Stan. You understand why, now that I've spelled it out for you? 	Completely genuine in his smugness. He doesn't realize he's just told the player everything they wanted to know.
 	 	 	Now, thanks for the assistance. Playing even a small part in Stan's grand ambitions is something to be proud of. 	
 	 	 	And I'd say it makes you ready for a taste of the best our city has to offer. 	
 	 	 	Well, no jackpot today just means a higher chance tomorrow. And I've been amping up my chances for years. 	
 	 	 	Take note if you ever want to land a jackpot of your own. 	
 	 	 	What? Tampered with? You mean all those years... all those caps... How could this be? 	
 	 	 	Looks like I may need to find a different lucky slots. I've seen other ones with screwdrivers in 'em. I got a good feeling about those ones. 	
 	 	 	See, it's like someone's trying to ward people off of 'em. Keep 'em away from the winnings. You taking notes? 	
 	 	 	What? You'd really do that to me after all the trust I put in you? This is my livelihood we're talking about. 	
 	 	 	Well, thanks for opening my eyes. Hard to believe someone I just met would betray me like that. 	
 	 	 	Guess that means you can only trust those who don't look trustworthy. 	
 	 	 	Next shady guy who comes in here, I'm handing everything over and sending him straight to my lucky slots. 	
 	 	 	Suit yourself. If you can't see what I'm striving for here, that's your problem. 	
 	 	 	Did you listen to a word I said? This little favor could be the biggest moment of my life. 	
 	 	 	Not only that, it's your golden opportunity to demonstrate that you're a friend to Stan. So agree to it, or scram. 	
 	 	 	That you will. And really think about what you're doing. The significance of it. 	
 	 	 	Well, since you're so keen on helping Stan... Maybe there is something you could do for me. 	
 	 	 	You know why I spend my time in the High Rollers Lounge? Ambition. My fortune's waiting in these walls. 	
 	 	 	I'll give you a chance to help me find it. Take some of my caps and bet 'em at my lucky slot machine. 	
 	 	 	This is a daily ritual, you see. A crucial one, but it takes me away from my place here at the lounge. 	
 	 	 	So you can understand something real clearly. 	
 	 	 	What you're about to do to young Zayde... That's what'll happen to you if you get any funny ideas about how to source more Blood. 	
 	 	 	You want another taste? You gotta come through the Family. Officially. That's the lesson of this assignment. 	
 	 	 	Why are you asking me? Everyone knows Evelyn Russo! Oh, how beloved she was... How terrible her humiliation! 	Dramatic, experiencing the humiliation as if it was his known
 	 	 	An artist like her would never accept such a fate... Oh, but that'll be me if you don't get out there soon! Quickly, now! You're ruining us! 	Emphasis on artist (as opposed to some uninspired normie). Suddenly realizing he's being distracted and needs to hurry
 	 	 	Hah! Please. 	
 	 	 	You call that a joke? 	
 	 	 	Oh god... 	
 	 	 	What a joke. 	
 	 	 	Love it! 	
 	 	 	Hah, that's hilarious! 	
 	 	 	*laughing* 	
 	 	 	That's a good one! 	
 	 	 	Keep 'em coming! 	
 	 	 	Are those real?! 	
 	 	 	Grenades? This is crazy! 	
 	 	 	What's going on?! 	
 	 	 	Yeah, get 'em! 	
 	 	 	Go for it! 	
 	 	 	Aim for the face! 	
 	 	 	Are you crazy? You're lucky you made it back alive! 	
 	 	 	When will you think about us, for once? What you're leaving behind? 	
 	 	 	I helped, didn't I? 	
 	 	 	It could have been dangerous! 	
 	 	 	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? 	
 	 	 	Color me surprised. 	
 	 	 	We? Don't tell me you went with them? 	
 	 	 	Why don't you tell me what actually happened? 	
 	 	 	Really? Well, I'm... glad to hear that, then. 	
 	 	 	You helped? 	
 	 	 	Yeah... We will, won't we? Thanks, Mom. 	Slightly euphoric from just taking Devil's Blood
 	 	 	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.	
 	 	 	Who, me? You... You're really asking? 	Slightly euphoric from just taking Devil's Blood
 	 	 	Abigail? Are you alright, dear? 	
 	 	 	That's all you have to say? Nothing ever changes, huh? 	
 	 	 	Whatever. Let's not argue about this right now. We need to focus on Abbie. 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	I just hope that you mean it. We really need you here. 	Measured and thoughtful. For the first time he feels like he might be able to depend on his own mother
 	 	 	Yes, yes, whatever you want to call it. I say we've gotten too sentimental already, but there you have it. 	
 	 	 	Uh. Wow. Is this... an apology? 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	Well, that's... a bit complicated. Him and Abs used to be really close, back when she was younger. 	
 	 	 	We never understood what changed. And now... maybe we never will. 	Because Antonio is senile
 	 	 	It was... it's been really tough for her. 	
 	 	 	I wasn't sure if you had already put it together, but Dad was a big player in the Family. It makes sense that he might know something about Blood. 	
 	 	 	The question is if he knows anything that could help Abbie. And if it's still possible to... coax it out of him somehow. 	
 	 	 	Devil's Blood withdrawals are dangerous. In the worst cases, they can even be fatal. 	
 	 	 	In the short-term, we have to get Abbie a dose to tide her over. I... don't know how long she's going to last otherwise. 	
 	 	 	So please fly to Atlantic City and see if you can get a dose. The Lombardi Family controls the flow of Blood, so you'll need to source it from them. 	
 	 	 	Excuse me! 	
 	 	 	Please... Please spare me! It's over now, I've learned my lesson! Never ever! I'll never do it again! 	Desperate and panicked, thinking he's going to die. Stumbling over his words
 	 	 	*hushed* What are you doing? 	Hit in the arm by a knife in a knife-throwing stunt
 	 	 	I'll make you pay with your funny bone! I'll twist your neck like a balloon! 	
 	 	 	Oh, it's over, Mother... It's over! How could I have fooled myself? They all see it... I've got to get out of here... Where- Where can I hide?! 	
==AC_MQ04_Sins==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Pfft. What relationship? 	Thinks this is a ridiculous question.
 	 	 	When I was a kid, he used to keep me by his side like a little leech. 	Recounts this with vitriol. All her happy memories are spoiled.
 	 	 	When I started getting into my teenage years, it just...stopped. 	A tinge of bereft sadness.
 	 	 	He never told me why. I guess he just got bored of me. 	Trying to play off how much this hurt her.
 	 	 	There were those fleeting moments where I'd say, "This is my last dose." 	Somber.
 	 	 	"Moments" is the word there. By the time I crashed, I wanted more. 	Sad and somber.
 	 	 	It's funny. My willpower was always highest on Blood, and lower the more sober I got. 	Says that it's funny, but it's clearly not. She's smiling to cover how much this hurts.
 	 	 	I never thought I'd ever have to leave AC. Life kinda forced my hand here. 	Regretful tone.
 	 	 	I'm not sure. I feel like the decision was made for me by circumstance, you know? 	Somber and reflective.
 	 	 	If we never had to leave AC, would I still have tried to? I don't know. 	Genuinely unsure. Trying to analyze herself.
 	 	 	Right now, I feel like shit. And I don't want to be strung out on something that has this much power over me for the rest of my life. 	Straightforward and honest. Feels a moment of determination and inner strength.
 	 	 	I know that much. 	A moment of self-realization and clarity.
 	 	 	All right. Is there anything else? 	Somber, but still trying to be helpful.
 	 	 	All right, all right! We'll go! 	Irritated by the player's callousness. Was hoping they would have some empathy for her.
 	 	 	Do you ever get that sinking feeling like something bad is about to happen, and you just can't shake it? 	Desperate for someone to understand her and her feelings. She is filled with dread.
 	 	 	Yeah, I've got that feeling. But like you said, we don't have any time. 	Blunt and mournful. She understands how dire her situation is.
 	 	 	So let's go. 	Grim and resolute.
 	 	 	*sighs* You're definitely right about that. 	Troubled sigh. She's afraid of how this is going to turn out and admits it.
 	 	 	Fine then, we'll go to AC. Let's hope you're right about all of this. 	Agrees to go, only because she knows she has no choice.
 	 	 	I appreciate the sentiment, really. But I find that hard to believe. 	Appreciates the player's kindness, but she's too hardened to the world to accept it.
 	 	 	Still, I have a bit more confidence knowing you've got my back. 	Showing appreciation for the player.
 	 	 	I'm ready to go. Let's do this. 	Trying to gather up her inner strength even though she's afraid.
 	 	 	Back to AC...? Really...? 	
 	 	 	I-I'm not sure how to feel about that. 	
 	 	 	Okay, just...please, hurry. 	Trying to hide how scared she is.
 	 	 	I'll answer what I can, but we're running out of time. 	Trying to be accommodating, but still very stressed.
 	 	 	Thank God! Well, what are we waiting for?! Where's the antidote? 	Relieved, but also over-eager to get started.
 	 	 	I've lost count of how many cigs I've smoked waiting for you to arrive. Not a single one has calmed my nerves. Was hoping they would. 	Emotionally exhausted.
 	 	 	I managed to get everyone in one room. It was a lot harder than it sounds. 	Emotionally exhausted, tired.
 	 	 	We need to confront my father. He can't hide anymore. Not when Abbie's life is at stake. 	Resolute, grim.
 	 	 	So, you managed to get here in one piece. Took you long enough to get off that vertibird. Time is of the essence here. 	Impatient.
 	 	 	This is it. Hope my daughter's grateful we're about to whack a living legend for her. 	A bit sarcastic.
 	 	 	Ha ha! Look at all of that blood! Pure devil blood. Do you know how much this shit is worth? 	Conspiratorial, sinister grin.
 	 	 	I'll tell ya what kid. Why don't you take a little bit more than you need? It'll take a bit longer, sure, but Abbie's waited this long already. 	Seductively greedy.
 	 	 	I'm sure she could last a bit longer. I can take the rest back to Gene and make an exclusive line of elite Blood. 	There's dollar signs in his eyes.
 	 	 	We could make a killing off of it. 	Getting excited talking about this financial prospect.
 	 	 	We should get back to Abbie as soon as possible. And uh... 	Eager to save his daughter. A bit awkward at showing gratitude.
 	 	 	Thanks kid. For showing me the way. It's the dawn of a new era, yeah? 	Awkwardly showing gratitude. He's not used to this.
 	 	 	Haha, yes! You and me, we're gonna be rolling in caps, kid! I knew I saw an entrepreneurial spirit inside of you. 	Sinisterly thrilled.
 	 	 	C'mon, let's get back to the lab. 	Gleeful. Pleased with himself.
 	 	 	What's the matter with you?! That's priceless material wasting away right there! 	Angry at the player for wasting money, which is a cardinal sin to him.
 	 	 	I hope this stupid principle of yours was worth it when you're pinching caps to get by. 	Bitter and angry.
 	 	 	C'mon. We've gotta get back to Abbie. 	Bitter, in a bad mood.
 	 	 	We-we have a bit of a problem... 	Stammering.
 	 	 	Please, just leave me alone. It's best for everyone involved if you just leave. Me. Alone. 	Firm and distraught.
 	 	 	O-oh! It's you! Did you-? 	Surprised by the player's sudden appearance. Snaps back to reality.
 	 	 	Wait, where's Antonio and Ab-Abbie? Did you find her? 	Eager to hear any news.
 	 	 	Y-you're back! Did you get the s-sample? 	Eager, anxious to hear a reply.
 	 	 	And uh... 	Awkward pause.
 	 	 	Will there be any le-leftovers? 	Sheepish, hoping to get some chems for herself.
 	 	 	We need to talk to my pop. There isn't much time. 	Anxious.
 	 	 	Every moment we waste is one Abbie doesn't have. 	Worried, desperate for help. Exasperated.
 	 	 	Hey, time's a wasting here! 	Impatient, annoyed that the player backed out.
 	 	 	We're not done here. 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Yes? 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	What is it? 	Upset.
 	 	 	Go on. 	Distrusting.
 	 	 	I haven't spoken my peace. 	Cold.
 	 	 	We need to head back out there, quick. I've got a bad feeling about this. 	Grim, serious. Trying to hide how worried he is.
 	 	 	Don't just stand around here. We've got work to do! 	Frustrated with the player's lack of action.
 	 	 	You got lead in your shoes? C'mon, we've gotta go. 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Uh, so is this the part where we give you our gratitude and third born child? 	
 	 	 	Well, it's not a full party, but I still owe you my gratitude for prying my daughter from the Devil's grasp. 	
 	 	 	Please tell me she's all right. 	
 	 	 	Dammit! They're already swarming like wasps out here! 	Referring to the mobsters after him
 	 	 	Well? Those pheromones aren't gonna place themselves. 	
 	 	 	I'd love to have a nice little tea party chat, but we've got work to do. 	Making fun of the player a bit
 	 	 	I'm trying to focus, but... I don't feel so good. 	Getting hit by withdrawals
 	 	 	You'd better talk to my dad. He's not very patient. 	Meek. Not feeling well due to withdrawals
 	 	 	Uh, don't look at me! I just take orders! 	Emphasis on "me"
 	 	 	Tony here's waiting for you! 	
 	 	 	What are you waiting for? Give Gene the Blood. 	
 	 	 	You gonna stand around like a flamingo, or give the chemist what she needs to work? 	
 	 	 	I-It wasn't my fault! 	
 	 	 	She just left! W-What was I supposed to do? 	
 	 	 	Could you talk some sense into her? 	
 	 	 	W-We're done here! Right? 	
 	 	 	I-I gotta get back to cooking Blood! 	
 	 	 	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! 	
 	 	 	*relieved sigh* I feel like I can finally breathe again. 	
 	 	 	That was really something, huh? 	He can hardly believe it's over and things turned out all right
 	 	 	It's really nice to have everyone together like this. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for helping me out. I don't know where I would be, otherwise. 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	Abbie will figure things out. I know she will. 	Telling himself this is true for his own comfort
 	 	 	Thanks for making sure she got clean. We couldn't have done it without you. 	Genuinely grateful, but still sad that Abbie didn't come home
 	 	 	Have fun breaking the news to this lot. 	
 	 	 	No getting out of this one. 	
 	 	 	You'd better have an explanation for this! 	Upset that her daughter is missing
 	 	 	My daughter! Where is my daughter? 	Tearful and demanding
 	 	 	You still hangin' around here? 	
 	 	 	Don't you got someplace else to be? 	
 	 	 	Are you s-sure you want this, Abbie? No more B-blood, forever! 	Jittery. Asking this since she is also an addict to Devil's Blood.
 	 	 	This is just very h-hard to take in. 	
 	 	 	I can only im-imagine she's going to keep using blood. 	
 	 	 	B-but that only ever ends up one way. *nervous laugh* 	
 	 	 	Why would she do t-that? That doesn't make any sense. 	In disbelief, cannot see any logic to this decision.
 	 	 	Surely you must know something! It's c-completely irrational! 	In disbelief, cannot fathom why Abbie would just run away.
 	 	 	Still, there's n-nothing we can do. 	
 	 	 	W-what..? I don't understand. Were the c-cravings too strong? 	In disbelief, confused.
 	 	 	I'm not respecting this complete insanity! 	Getting furious at the player.
 	 	 	You're the one who won't do anything. You're letting her die! 	Deflecting blame to the player.
 	 	 	This isn't my fault! I did the best I could! 	Trying to relieve his own guilt.
 	 	 	Leave. I don't even want to look at you. 	Wants to be alone desperately.
 	 	 	Tell Gene we won't be needing that antidote. 	
 	 	 	I didn't drive her away! She's overreacting, just like she always does! 	
 	 	 	This is your fault. Even now, you just stand there and do nothing. 	
 	 	 	Get out of my face. Tell Gene I won't be coming back. 	
 	 	 	I don't want to see the likes of you for a long time. 	
 	 	 	How can it be too late?! Fuck...how did it get to this? 	Angry, furious. Angry at himself.
 	 	 	How was I so blind to it? 	Distraught.
 	 	 	Just...go. There's nothing more we can do here. 	Defeated, distraught.
 	 	 	Tell Gene...we won't be coming back. 	Distraught, defeated.
 	 	 	I don't think I will, dad. I've already made up my mind. 	
 	 	 	Let's head back to the lab then. You'll feel better soon. 	
 	 	 	Then...then we'll do things your way. We'll go back to the lab, and talk to Gene. She'll fix you up. 	
 	 	 	It'll give you time to think things through, and maybe change your mind. 	
 	 	 	We've got to do something! We need to find her! 	
 	 	 	You need to go after her! 	
 	 	 	*sighs* I want the antidote. I want to get better. 	
 	 	 	Dad, trust is something you've gotta build up to and maintain. You've spent two decades showing me I can't trust you. 	
 	 	 	It's not like one good experience can undo all the broken promises. I'm sorry, but it's too late to salvage this. 	
 	 	 	No, Abbie. You're right. I failed you. 	
 	 	 	All these years, I put caps and the high life ahead of my family. Ahead of my own flesh and blood. 	
 	 	 	I'm the one who owes you an apology. And yeah, I'm a coward for trying to walk away. 	
 	 	 	I should've done better. But there's still time. 	
 	 	 	If you take the antidote, I can be the father you always wanted from here on out. 	
 	 	 	But I've shown you I can change! I've shown you I can do better! 	
 	 	 	I got the antidote for you. Isn't that enough? 	
 	 	 	Abbie! ABBIE! Wait!! 	
 	 	 	You admitted you were wrong. So maybe it's time I do the same. 	Somber.
 	 	 	I never really thought you cared about me. I thought I was as disposable to you as every other addict you wasted. 	Opening up about her feelings, something she's never done before.
 	 	 	I don't think I deserve special treatment because I'm your daughter. 	Blunt and humble.
 	 	 	But if I'm going to take this antidote and start a new life, I really want it to be a new life. A new start. 	Emphasis on "new." She's feeling a bit frustrated while saying this.
 	 	 	No more killing. No more chems. I want a proper family. 	Firm and clear about her wants and intentions.
 	 	 	I don't want to be on my own anymore. 	Vulnerable and emotional.
 	 	 	After everything we've been through, I don't think you have it in you to change, dad. 	Firm, somber, pained.
 	 	 	Not now, not ever. I don't want my life to be defined by it anymore. 	Firm and tired.
 	 	 	I'll take the antidote. I'll get clean. But after all's said and done? 	Firm.
 	 	 	I'm staying here in AC. I don't want to see any of you ever again. 	Resolute. She won't be swayed once she's made up her mind.
 	 	 	It's time I carved out my own path without being weighed down by all of your wrongs. 	Firm and determined. A bit bitter.
 	 	 	I've wanted to put my feelings into words for years but never thought I'd find the right opportunity. I don't know how to reach you. 	Holding back an immense amount of anger and hurt.
 	 	 	It's like I'm the unstoppable force and you're the immovable object. You just won't move. 	Emphasis on "just won't move."
 	 	 	I could mold myself into the perfect daughter, play the right cards...but it wouldn't even matter. Because you'll never change. 	Bitter and sad.
 	 	 	Maybe I started taking Blood to get you to look at me again, but now? It's the only thing that makes me feel a little less empty. 	Insulting and angry.
 	 	 	You can take that antidote and give it to someone who really deserves it. Someone who has people who love them, and can make something of their life.	Bitter, hurt, resentful.
 	 	 	You can have your Family, dad. You already chose the one you wanted, and they even betrayed you in the end! 	Angry, petty, resentful.
 	 	 	You'll never see me again. 	Firm and resolute.
 	 	 	I always thought that was the case. Vin was always the golden child. The perfect one. The one who could do no wrong. 	Paranoid, bitter.
 	 	 	Every time I screw up, I'm just doing what's expected of me. 	Cold and bitter.
 	 	 	That I can believe. 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Even if that's true, he should've stood up for me. 	Defensive, afraid.
 	 	 	It's not about the blood, or even the stupid devil. It's about the fact that you've always chosen caps over me. 	Getting frustrated.
 	 	 	Why did you walk away from me? What did I do wrong? 	Demanding answers, furious.
 	 	 	Abbie! What the hell's gotten into you?! 	Frustrated and angry at how emotional she is being.
 	 	 	Is this true? 	Distraught, pleading.
 	 	 	Who, us? You mean to tell me we haven't been a glittering example of peace and unity? 	
 	 	 	You're gonna have to believe that I did everything I could! Alright, Evelyn? Both me and the neighborhood hero, over here. Abbie wasn't having it. 	Very upset, losing patience
 	 	 	There ya go, kid. You're thinking like an entrepreneur instead of a saint. 	Eager and devious. Happy that the player lacks morals.
 	 	 	That's why you're going places, and most people around here are standing still. 	Buttering up the player to convince them to join in on his schemes.
 	 	 	The poor devil's already in sorry shape, don't you think? 	Callous and uncaring.
 	 	 	There's enough puddled on the ground there. Just take it from there. 	Callous and uncaring.
 	 	 	But-well...You might be right there. Maybe I'm losing my grip on myself. 	Defeated, a moment of self-realization.
 	 	 	*sighs* I'm getting too old to chase these caps, kid. I dunno how much time I've got left, the mob aside. 	Somber and reflective.
 	 	 	Might as well spend the rest of it trying to make it right with my kids. 	Somber, a bit hopeful.
 	 	 	Just take enough for Abbie, and let's leave this sucker to his own devices. 	Firm, ready to make a sacrifice.
 	 	 	Yes, of the essence, right. Of course. Yep. You're Abbie right? You sure you want to get clean? 	Jittery, eager. Asking Abbie if she wants to get clean since she is also addicted to Devil's Blood herself.
 	 	 	Focus here, Genie. 	Irritated, losing his patience.
 	 	 	Focusing, right... 	Snapping back to reality.
 	 	 	Do you have the sample? 	Eager, curious.
 	 	 	Yeah, but this here is liquid gold. Don't break it. 	Stern.
 	 	 	Give it here. 	Blunt, focused only on getting her chemical analysis done.
 	 	 	Hey, hurry up, can we maybe speed up the process here? 	Impatient, annoyed.
 	 	 	Dad! Just wait... 	Embarrassed by her father's impatience.
 	 	 	Uh..oh. Uh oh. No. This isn't good. This is the opposite of good. What is that? Bad. Right. Bad. 	Terrified that she is going to get killed if this doesn't work out.
 	 	 	What's the problem here? 	Suspicious, alarmed.
 	 	 	I-I wasn't expecting this. This has PROFOUND implications a-and I don't know WHERE- 	Freaked out by her findings, lost in her own head trying to make sense of it.
 	 	 	Just spit it out already! My daughter is dying and we don't have the TIME for you to have your little eureka moment! 	Angry and frustrated, doesn't like impediments to progress.
 	 	 	The sample you brought me isn't pure enough to make an antidote with. 	Giving the harsh truth as bluntly as possible.
 	 	 	What?! 	Shocked, terrified.
 	 	 	That's...that's a very funny joke, Gene. 	Cold, threatening. Trying to hide how afraid he is.
 	 	 	That came from the Jersey Devil himself! How can you get any fucking purer?! 	Getting angry.
 	 	 	You're not going to believe me, but... 	Stammering, trying to save her own skin.
 	 	 	That wasn't the real Jersey Devil. If such a thing even exists, that is. This is juvenile blood. The one you killed was just a child. 	Trying to tell him the truth without upsetting him.
 	 	 	What? So you mean the ones we see coming out of the Barrens are just its...children?! 	In disbelief.
 	 	 	Then...how big's the father, huh? Or...or the mother? It's hard to tell with these things. 	Sardonic. Bewildered by this discovery.
 	 	 	I don't know. No one's ever seen it before. And lived to tell about it, t-that is. 	Genuinely unsure. Still afraid of how Antonio will react.
 	 	 	The q-quantity of neural proteins present in the blood sample isn't vast enough to qualify this as an, as an a-adult. 	Stammering, trying to rationalize it.
 	 	 	But if there's a juvenile, that means there's a parent. An adult would have blood potent enough to craft an antidote. 	A bit of confidence returns to her voice with this plan.
 	 	 	So you're saying you want us to go into the Pine Barrens and kill an adult Devil? 	Still bewildered and suspicious. Trying to make sense of her request.
 	 	 	Just trying to see if I'm the one who's going nuts, or if it's still you. 	Sarcastic joke.
 	 	 	But if it's our only option, we've got to! 	Desperate, pleading.
 	 	 	Yeah, y-yeah I-I guess that's what I'm saying. 	Stammering, jittery. Still not sure if she's going to come out of this alive.
 	 	 	Right. Good. 	He's heard all he needs to hear and isn't happy about it. Checking out of the conversation.
 	 	 	Looks like you and I have some business to take care of with a gentleman from the Barrens. 	Making a sarcastic joke with the player, but his expression is grim.
 	 	 	Hmm, not sure. 	Wondering to himself.
 	 	 	I'm still trying to process that it's real at all, frankly. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	*sighs* Let's just hope that it is... 	Sighs. He's tired of what sounds like mindless mysticism.
 	 	 	The err--properties? In the Devil's blood are too weak. Whatever the egghead said. 	Dismissive, annoyed that he cannot answer this question.
 	 	 	The "ingredients" we need from its blood are not present in big enough quantities for it to work. Like baking a blood cake, right? 	Trying to make a sarcastic joke out of it.
 	 	 	I don't. But it's our only shot, all right? And I don't leave without results. 	Determined, stern.
 	 	 	Hey, egghead. How do we draw an adult Devil out? 	Blunt and disrespectful.
 	 	 	T-that I can help with! We've got enough here that I can make f-fake Devil pheromones. 	Jittery. Pleased that she can finally answer a question conclusively.
 	 	 	If y-you can bring the pheromones to h-high points in the city center... 	Jittery, coming up with a plan.
 	 	 	Maybe the s-scent will draw the Devil out of the B-Barrens! 	Hopeful and encouraging.
 	 	 	I can probably think of a few places to bring 'em. 	Smug.
 	 	 	Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go! 	Eager to take charge.
 	 	 	We? Oh, no Abbie. You're not coming. 	Shuts her down immediately. Thinks it's ridiculous she's even entertaining the idea.
 	 	 	What's your excuse this time?! I'm an adult. I can handle myself. I've been handling myself for years now, thanks to you and mom! 	Defensive and angry.
 	 	 	Ey, don't bring your mother into this! Yeah, you've been handling yourself? Look how well that's going. You're so strung out you're on death's door. 	Getting angry.
 	 	 	Strung out on a chem you sold. 	Cutting words.
 	 	 	You little-! My word's final here. You're not coming. 	Loses his temper and has to stop himself. Firm and angry.
 	 	 	Wait for us here. We'll be back with the blood. 	Stern lecture.
 	 	 	You'll never change, will you? 	Angry and frustrated.
 	 	 	Go ahead, walk away. It's not like I'm trying to save your life or anything. 	Irritated, trying to hide how much this bothers him.
 	 	 	What gave it away? Is it the constant tension, or her blatantly hating my guts? 	Sarcastic and bitter.
 	 	 	Watch your mouth. Just because I ain't going to her piano recital doesn't mean I wasn't making everything happen behind the scenes. 	Offended and annoyed.
 	 	 	Hah! And I'm sure you're just as much of a saint, ain't you? 	Amused by the player's gumption and hypocritical nature.
 	 	 	I see that arsenal you keep in your pocket. Just gonna pretend like you haven't left a trail of bodies in Appalachia in your wake, huh? 	
 	 	 	I know you're not supposed to have a favorite kid. But I did. And it wasn't Vin. 	Grim, sorrowful.
 	 	 	When Abbie was real little, I took her under my wing. She was a total daddy's girl, showered with affection and gifts. 	Smiling as he remembers happier times.
 	 	 	I used to let her sit in on all of our meetings. I showed her the ropes. I hate to admit it, but she would've been a top tier made woman. 	Sad, but also weirdly proud of his daughter.
 	 	 	But there's a reason they call la cosa nostra the Family. It's 'cause it replaces your real one. 	Somber and profound. "la cosa nostra" means "our thing" in Italian, and is a phrase often used to refer to the mafia.
 	 	 	And you've gotta fuck over your real one to keep the Family happy. 	Bitter.
 	 	 	You must be real naive if you think that's how this works. You don't just leave. You know how they say you can't turn your back on family? 	Looking at the player like they're stupid.
 	 	 	Same with this kind of family. You leave when you're dead. Only matter is how soon that comes. And for most, it's pretty damn early. 	Bitter, irritated.
 	 	 	What didn't change, is the real question. 	Bittersweet tone.
 	 	 	Of course you're gonna look at it like a cynic. That wasn't the intent. It was, you know, father-daughter bonding. 	A bit defensive. Trying to defend his rationale.
 	 	 	She'd watch me make a fella go cold and then get to hold the gun afterwards. Wholesome stuff. 	He genuinely thinks this is wholesome and adorable. Remembers it fondly.
 	 	 	Abbie, she was...you know, getting older. Becoming more of a teenager and less of a little girl. 	Speaking mournfully, with a bit of shame.
 	 	 	She was growing into a formidable young woman. 	Speaking with sad pride of his daughter.
 	 	 	And that was the problem. 	Grim, foreboding.
 	 	 	It's not that it suddenly became an issue. It's that...when you're a kid, it doesn't mean anything. It's all fun and games. 	Struggling to defend himself.
 	 	 	But once you're an adult? You're locked into that life for...well, life. She was gonna end up just like me. Just, with less respect. 	Struggling to defend his decisions.
 	 	 	Yes, thank you, Einstein. I'm well aware of that. You're missing the point here. 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	There ain't a "law" saying women can't be in the Family, but there's always been opposition to letting them reach positions of power. 	
 	 	 	Yet it's tradition. It's always been men who've done the killing, the stealing, the plotting. 	
 	 	 	I was next in line to be godfather. Do you really think they would've accepted her as my heir, with no issues? 	
 	 	 	Just ask Concerta. Why do you think she has a target on my ass? If she could've been don, Quentino would've chosen her. 	
 	 	 	She's his flesh and blood, after all. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes tradition is a good thing. Good habits stick. Sometimes it no longer serves you, and sticking to it ends up stabbing you in the back. 	
 	 	 	Most people are stubborn. Change doesn't happen often, 'specially not around here. 	
 	 	 	It was a choice she made. But it was definitely influenced by this. 	
 	 	 	'Course not. Let's not compare apples to oranges here. Abbie and Concerta are two entirely different stories. I owe her nothing. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	The woman's ruthless. She'd make a great tyrant, not a leader. I could almost admire it if she'd stop trying to murder me for two seconds. 	Sarcastic.
 	 	 	But we've got more important things to worry about. Like Abbie. 	Steering the player back to the matter at hand.
 	 	 	I wasn't about to set Abbie up for disappointment. Train her all these years just to be rejected. 	Somber. Trying to defend himself.
 	 	 	I just distanced myself from her. Didn't let her sit in on my work anymore. I never told her why. 	Somber. Trying to defend himself. Has a bit of shame.
 	 	 	Over time, she just got the hint. And that's when she started acting out. 	Somber. Trying to defend himself. Growing a bit bitter.
 	 	 	She knew I was the big player moving Devil's Blood around AC. Dunno if she knew I discovered it, but that doesn't really matter now, does it? 	Bitter and somber.
 	 	 	There's tons of chems you can get hooked on in this shithole. But she got hooked on the one thing she knew would get my attention. 	Getting a bit angry thinking about this.
 	 	 	Trouble is, Blood is highly addictive. She got in to win my love or some nonsense, but there's no getting out with that poison. 	Rueful.
 	 	 	I never thought something like this would happen! I thought she'd take up an honest trade. 	Defensive, guilt-ridden.
 	 	 	I never wanted this. Not for Abbie. 	Sullen and somber.
 	 	 	I never asked you to be. I just figured you wanted to know what's going on. 	Grim and sad.
 	 	 	But you're right. We've got a lot of...issues, to work through. 	Admitting defeat. Struggling to think of the right word to say and settles on "issues."
 	 	 	Maybe that's fair. I don't think I'm totally to blame. I never put the chem in her hands. 	Trying to distance himself from the emotion welling up inside him.
 	 	 	But I didn't exactly create the best circumstances for her, now did I? 	Starting to feel guilt pressing down on him.
 	 	 	'Bout time someone has some sense! I may be her father, but I ain't her brain. 	Defensive and irritated.
 	 	 	You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. 	Bitter and angry.
 	 	 	She was a child, only a teenager. Her brain was hardly, well...developed. 	Sad and grim.
 	 	 	Yeah, I was under their thumb. Maybe I could've done better. I could've kept her close. 	Feeling guilt looming over him.
 	 	 	But it might've screwed us both over in the end. And I don't know if I could live with myself if it got to that point. 	Sad. Somber.
 	 	 	Listen, the past is- 	Starts to say something along the lines of "the past is in the past", but is cut off by a terrifying sound.
 	 	 	Did you hear that? 	Worried and startled.
 	 	 	You've gotta understand, you can't just stand up to the godfather. 	Defensive, upset.
 	 	 	You can't disrespect your superiors. I thought you would've learned that. 	Defensive, a bit disappointed.
 	 	 	Is having a sense of self-preservation really being a coward? 	Defensive, offended.
 	 	 	Abbie, let's dial it back for a second here, huh? Let's be reasonable. We can fix this. 	Realizing he's losing his daughter. Trying to do damage control.
 	 	 	I wasn't there for you. And for that, I'm sorry. Truth is, you didn't do anything wrong. And I never hated you. 	Finally opening up and showing a heart.
 	 	 	I knew you could never really be in the mob. They just... they would never have let you file their papers, let alone call the shots. 	Somber, sad.
 	 	 	I didn't want to set you up for failure, but I didn't want to break your heart either. So I just did nothing. But I should've done better. 	Frustrated, upset.
 	 	 	And for that, I'm sorry. 	Genuine apology. Very emotional.
 	 	 	You didn't do nothing wrong, Abbie. Stop focusing on this. I don't know what you want me to say. Did you really think you could be a made woman? 	Frustrated and angry.
 	 	 	Just let it go! Scores of people aren't special and die alone out in the wasteland. Do you know how goddamn easy you have it?! 	Angry.
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Maybe our friend here helped me see the light a bit. Would I have loved the caps? Yeah I would have. 	Blunt, honest. Self-aware.
 	 	 	There ain't enough caps in the world to bring someone back when they're gone though. 	Finally becoming self-aware.
 	 	 	Look, quit making me out to be this horrible bad guy. I just didn't want to waste perfectly good money, is all! 	Defensive, annoyed.
 	 	 	There's plenty left for you, kid. But I've also got enough where I can turn a profit with the rest. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	I'm sure you understand. It's not like I'm harming anyone. 	Complete lack of self-awareness.
 	 	 	I'm not surprised. I don't believe my father fought the Devil selflessly. Is there even enough blood left for me, or is he going to sell it all? 	Bitter. Cutting words.
 	 	 	Tell me, did he make that decision on his own? Or did you have to make it for him? 	Distrusting and bitter.
 	 	 	H-he did? He gave up caps? I just...I'm not sure if I believe that. 	In disbelief.
 	 	 	How do I know anything is going to change? What proof is there? 	Paranoid, afraid.
 	 	 	Well...you have a point there. A very good point. 	Reflective. Considering the player's point of view.
 	 	 	It's just the first time I've ever seen him do anything for me. 	Still a bit in shock.
 	 	 	I would love to believe that. I really would. But how do I know I can trust his word? Anyone can lie. 	Paranoid, frustrated.
 	 	 	Only actions show change. Consistent action. 	Stern.
 	 	 	Letting them win? There's no winners or losers here. 	Defiant, bitter.
 	 	 	There's nothing for me to prove, since there was nothing expected of me in the first place. 	Defiant, somber.
 	 	 	Heh. I see why you get along with my dad so well. 	Sarcastic, angry.
 	 	 	You're both the same, aren't you? 	Bitter, hateful.
 	 	 	A normal life, huh? Let me ask you something. What life do I have to return to? What point is there? 	Hurt, frustrated.
 	 	 	My mother's too busy looking in a mirror to look at me, and my brother can't be there for me forever. He has his own life to live. 	Getting more and more frustrated the more that she speaks.
 	 	 	My father kills people and ruins their lives for a living, and I've never even been good enough for that. 	Incredulous and angry at the same time.
 	 	 	So let me ask you again. What do I have to go back to? With a life like that, what'll even stop me from using again? 	Angry, bitter.
 	 	 	Then all of this would be for nothing. 	Bitter.
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	I may have not been the one to pull the trigger, but I just stood by and let it happen. 	Defiant.
 	 	 	I know I was young, but...I could've done more. I could've distracted my father, pushed him out of the way... Something! 	Cold, defiant.
 	 	 	How? I mean, it's not like we were locked inside. I told Gene I needed to be alone to think about things. 	Confused by the player's question.
 	 	 	She's totally tweaked out, all the time. It's not like she'd put up a fight. 	A bit judgmental.
 	 	 	We can't just let her walk away! 	Demanding.
 	 	 	Abbie, this is ridiculous. I'm not going to just let you die over something that happened fourteen years ago! 	Getting angry.
 	 	 	Do you even remember what happened here, dad? 	Cold, accusatory.
 	 	 	You wasted a guy on Blood because he didn't pay up. 	Cold.
 	 	 	What even sets me apart from him? Why does he get a bullet to the head, and I get an antidote? 	Cold, angry, accusatory.
 	 	 	What are you talking about? 	Bewildered by her reaction.
 	 	 	Why even bother with it? Is there even a point to this antidote? 	Distraught, defeated.
 	 	 	Just go. I've said what I needed to say. 	Hurt and angry, emotionally exhausted.
 	 	 	Outcome's about what I expected. There's no use in trying anymore. 	Angry and hurt, holding back tears and trying to level her emotions.
 	 	 	What are you waiting for? He chose you, after all. 	Bitter, thinly-veiled jealousy.
 	 	 	I've got nothing to say to you right now. I'm just disappointed. 	Hurt and tired.
 	 	 	Y-you should hurry! Think of all that p-pure blood, being wasted... 	Daydreaming about doing more drugs.
 	 	 	H-hurry! We don't have much time! 	Trying to underscore how urgent the situation is.
 	 	 	I'm shocked, to say the least. But in a good way. Maybe this is a chance to start over. 	Surprised, but very hopeful.
 	 	 	I didn't think my dad had, you know, feelings. 	She is bewildered but making a slight joke.
 	 	 	A brighter future makes recovery seem all the more worth it. 	Happy and hopeful.
 	 	 	Let's just get this over with. 	Stressed, doesn’t want to talk.
 	 	 	The sooner I've got that antidote, the sooner I can get as far away from him as possible. 	Irritated and stressed. Emphasis on “him”, referring to her father.
 	 	 	I think I made the right choice back there. People never changed. 	Somber and reflective.
 	 	 	All that fucking work...for nothing. 	Bitter and angry.
 	 	 	Gotta make the most of these last moments with her. If she'd even look at me... 	Bitter, upset, regretful.
 	 	 	I've got this bad feeling in my stomach. Like impending doom. Is it dread? 	Trying to hide that he’s worried.
 	 	 	No time for chitchat. We've gotta get her cured ASAP. 	Stern and determined, but not rude.
 	 	 	So how do you do this whole father thing? It's easier to make caps than raise a kid. 	He finds being a parent rather daunting. Second line is said a bit jokingly.
 	 	 	I really hope this works. Don't like that there ain't no guarantees. But that's just life. 	Suspicious as to whether the antidote will work, but it’s their only option.
 	 	 	Didn't you get the hint? I thought I told you to fuck off. 	Angry and resentful.
 	 	 	I've got nothing more to say to you. I made that abundantly clear. 	Angry, resentful, dismissive.
 	 	 	Just go back to Gene. There's nothing left for either of us here. 	Tired, angry, resentful.
 	 	 	I'm growing old here. Well, older. 	Impatient, annoyed.
 	 	 	Just take the blood. No use prolonging this. 	Impatient.
 	 	 	Milk the damn thing for its blood! Like it's a cow. A really ugly cow. 	Impatient, sarcastic.
 	 	 	C'mon, kid! We don't have all the time in the world here. 	Impatient.
 	 	 	Have you met my daughter? She's an honor roll student, through and through! 	Proud, a bit delirious.
 	 	 	Have we met before? 	Confused, friendly.
 	 	 	Oh, look! It's snowing! 	Elated exclamation.
 	 	 	Might as well paint a bullseye on my forehead at this rate. 	Bitter, grim.
 	 	 	I'll waste whoever I've got to if it means Abbie gets better. 	Resolute.
 	 	 	When it rains, it pours, huh? 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	There's no time to chat. 	Curt, worried.
 	 	 	Let's just hope this goes well. 	Worried, resigned.
 	 	 	Feels like I'm sweating buckets here. 	Worried.
 	 	 	That went...about as well as I expected. 	A bit surprised. Still worried.
 	 	 	You bring my sister home in one piece, okay? 	Worried.
 	 	 	I feel powerless... 	Grim, tired.
 	 	 	I don't think I can handle any more secrets. 	Sad. Resigned.
 	 	 	There's times I feel like I'm standing in a room full of strangers. 	Grim.
 	 	 	Oh, god...what now? 	Exhausted and worried.
 	 	 	I don't know how I feel about going back to Atlantic City. 	Anxious, unsure.
 	 	 	So this is it, then. It's our only chance at making that antidote. 	Sad.
 	 	 	I feel like this is all my fault. No, it is all my fault. 	Feeling guilty, distraught.
 	 	 	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.
 	 	 	Err...well, that's the goal, isn't it? 	Trying to hide her hurt feelings at the player's cruel words.
 	 	 	I hoped you had more faith in me than that. 	Hurt.
 	 	 	Oh... Well, I'm sure my dad would be willing to spare the caps. 	A bit taken aback by the player's greed. Was hoping they would be altruistic, but also understands why they'd want to get paid.
 	 	 	He's got too much money for his own good. Not that he sees it that way. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	*laughs awkwardly* Well, I felt like I had to. 	Awkward laugh. She's not sure how to process such kindness.
 	 	 	It being a matter of life and death and all that. 	Making a dark joke.
 	 	 	That means a lot to hear. 	Genuinely heart-warming.
 	 	 	I never considered that anyone cared about whether I lived or died. 	Reflective, sentimental.
 	 	 	D-don't mention it, Abbie. Your f-father would've killed me if I didn't help. *laughs nervously* 	Jittery. Plays this off as a joke, but it's true.
 	 	 	Thank you, Gene. 	Genuinely grateful, a bit sentimental.
 	 	 	You should feel some im-immediate relief. But it'll take weeks for the s-symptoms to fade completely. 	Jittery, excited that the antidote is working.
 	 	 	It'll only get b-better from here on out. Not worse. 	Trying to be hopeful and encouraging.
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	I-I don't know. Not really. 	Dazed, unsure.
 	 	 	Wait...I feel...the craving is dying down. It's not as intense. 	Sudden revelation. Getting hopeful.
 	 	 	Well? Do you feel any different? 	Anxious, concerned.
 	 	 	I'm right here with you, kiddo. 	Supportive, worried. A bit emotional.
 	 	 	I'm ready as I'll ever be. 	Nervous, resigned to her fate.
 	 	 	All right, this should be g-good. 	Slightly confident in her work. Still jittery.
 	 	 	Ready, Abbie? 	Eager.
 	 	 	Put a sock in it, Gene. 	Annoyed, but not angry.
 	 	 	Then y-you should hurry! N-not that I would tell you how to do your job, of course. I'm sure you're very c-competent. 	Starts assertive and jittery, then backtracks in fear of the player.
 	 	 	Uh, well, in every s-scientific endeavor, there's always a margin of error. 	Lacking confidence, nervous.
 	 	 	But the margin of error here is only about 49 percent, which is less than half! That's reassuring, r-right? 	Pretending to have confidence she simply doesn't have. Jittery.
 	 	 	Just one moment. I need to engineer the an-antidote. 	Excited. Stuttering over her words.
 	 	 	All right, Genie! We've got the goods. Where's Abbie? 	Upbeat, friendly.
 	 	 	Y-yeah, about that... 	Nervous, afraid. Jittery.
 	 	 	I'm going to ask nicely one more time. Where is my daughter?! 	Getting angry. It's increasingly difficult for him to hold his tongue.
 	 	 	She t-took off! It wasn't my fault, I swear, Antonio, she just left! 	Terrified of Antonio's anger.
 	 	 	Why on earth would she do that? Her life's in jeopardy, for God's sake! 	Angry, in disbelief.
 	 	 	S-she said she needed to b-be alone. That this is a mis-mistake. 	Stammering. Trying to talk Antonio down.
 	 	 	What? That doesn't make any sense. Did she say where she went? 	Bewildered. He is getting angry at the idea of someone acting so irrationally.
 	 	 	Sort of? She s-said she went to the place where she met her real father. 	Confused. Doesn't understand the significance of what she is saying.
 	 	 	Kids and their dramatics... We need to go find her then. 	Frustrated and angry.
 	 	 	Agreed. Let's go. 	Resolute and ready to find his daughter.
 	 	 	You and me both, kid. It's completely irrational, I know. 	Irritated and judgmental.
 	 	 	She's probably just being a drama queen. You know how teenagers are. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	Well, she's twenty, but that's just a teenager with an extra year. 	Annoyed by his own inaccuracy in his daughter's age.
 	 	 	Yes, genius. I am. And I'm pretty sure I know where it is. 	Bitter and somber.
 	 	 	It's where she first saw me whack a poor fool on the job. Hard to keep a calendar in times like this, but she was still a kid at the time. 	Intentionally ignoring how traumatic this must've been for his daughter.
 	 	 	Fella owed the Family caps for some Blood he never paid for. He never came up with the caps, so... 	Speaking casually to hide the fact he's not proud of this.
 	 	 	We wasted him. I wasted him. 	Slight admission of guilt.
 	 	 	I guess you could say it was Abbie's first lesson in what happens to an addict at the end of the line. 	Painful sentimental realization.
 	 	 	I'll tell you what the plan is. It's real simple. 	Irritated, playing along with the player's question.
 	 	 	We go to this overly-dramatized place, and we find Abbie. 	Irritated and stern.
 	 	 	Then we bring her back here, whether she likes it or not. 	Stern and angry. Vaguely threatening.
 	 	 	Finally, someone pragmatic. If I were a more sympathetic man, I'd maybe even feel a bit bad for her. 	Happy that the player sees things his way.
 	 	 	Wasn't her fault she was born with that lot in life. But she refused to accept it. 	Bitter.
 	 	 	People thinking they're better than tradition and that their shit doesn't stink is what leads to schisms like this. 	Judgmental. He likes order.
 	 	 	Then again, any sympathy I could've possibly had for her was crushed when she tried to whack me. 	Emphasis on "whack me."
 	 	 	You're hitting me with the classic question, huh? But maybe you have a point. 	Defensive, but also mulling over the player's words.
 	 	 	Evelyn is a drama queen among both women and men. I think you know as well as I do she'd murder every soldier who brought her the wrong cup of joe. 	Laughing darkly about his wife's melodramatic nature.
 	 	 	As for Abbie...? Women have never been allowed in the Family. Not now, not ever. And for a long time, I thought it was for good reason. 	Being blunt and honest.
 	 	 	I thought they would be too emotional, too soft for it. But Abbie? She's stubborn and determined. 	Impressed by Abbie's resolve.
 	 	 	She could've gotten far, had circumstances been different. But even if I changed my stance, no one else would. 	Grim.
 	 	 	Ah, the resident smart aleck here. Funnily enough, that ain't how it works. Maybe you didn't get it the first time. 	Annoyed by the player's attitude.
 	 	 	The eldest SON of the godfather takes his place. Quentino didn't have any kids. Me? I was a bit of a surrogate son to him. 	Emphasis on "son."
 	 	 	If he had a brother, then that hypothetical brother would've taken precedence over me. 	Explaining bluntly.
 	 	 	But he didn't have a brother. He had a sister. 	Puts emphasis on "sister."
 	 	 	Regardless of how you feel about it, that ain't how things work around here. 	Annoyed. Implying that the player should mind their own business.
 	 	 	Yeah, go do a few stretches and come back. Take your sweet time. 	Annoyed with the player. Sarcastic.
 	 	 	I heard about that. Nice little eraser job you did there, kid. 	Genuinely respects the player.
 	 	 	Trouble is, her "successor" ain't much better. He also thinks I spell trouble for his little foothold on Quentino's chair. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	He wants me dead just as much as she did. That's the way it is in this business. 	Says this very casually.
 	 	 	Many reasons, kid. For one, they're a pain in the ass to kill. They'll turn you into a paper angel before you know it. 	Blunt, and sarcastic.
 	 	 	This fella here is already dead. That makes things a helluva lot simpler. 	Finds this darkly funny.
 	 	 	Two, probably because Vin was too busy fantasizing about unicorns and rainbows or whatever Munis do to just suggest that in the first place. 	Making a sarcastic dig at his son.
 	 	 	Concerta's the little sister of Quentino Lombardi, the godfather. She's an ambitious, conniving brat. 	Bitter, angry. Clearly doesn't think much of Concerta.
 	 	 	Let's just say Quentino named me as his successor, despite me not being his own flesh and blood. The man was sterile. 	Defending himself.
 	 	 	As such, Concerta wanted me out of the picture to take power by force. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	Pride. One of those seven deadly sins people love to preach about. In order to sell the lie, I had to make everyone fall for it. 	Grim.
 	 	 	That included my flesh and blood. You know how headstrong Abbie and Vin are, and how...Evelyn, Evelyn is. 	Trying to defend himself.
 	 	 	I was so deep in it that I didn't really see a way out. Just kept thinking, some day I'll tell them. But I always put it off. 	A bit ashamed.
 	 	 	Some may say it was cowardice, I just think it was a lack of punctuality. 	Trying to absolve himself.
 	 	 	I could get a skywriter to spell it out for ya if I wasn't clear the first time. 	Sarcastic, annoyed by the player's inability to understand him.
 	 	 	Concerta wanted to ice me out. I thought if I faked having dementia, she would write me off and leave me alone. 	Explaining firmly.
 	 	 	Fat load of good that did. You saw those assassins. You can guess whether she bought it or not. 	Irritated that his schemes didn't work out.
 	 	 	Couldn't agree more. Abbie and I'll meet you in the city center. 	Firm, resolute.
 	 	 	Try to get there in one piece. Concerta's goons take no prisoner. It'll give me and Abbie some time to, uh. Catch up. 	Firm, resolute, joking about him and Abbie.
 	 	 	I hope you know what you're doing, Tony... 	Sad, solemn.
 	 	 	I will. I got us into this mess. The last thing I want to do is drag you further into it. 	Resolute, showing strength for the sake of her brother
 	 	 	Damn it. If it weren't for the mob... Stay safe, alright, Abbie? 	Angry that he can't come, but accepts it's for the best for Abbie's safety
 	 	 	It just so happens I do. If what you're saying is true, then we need to act now on an antidote. 	Firm, resolute.
 	 	 	I'll take Abbie and your, uh, friend here to Gene. No other tagalongs. 	Resolute.
 	 	 	The damn mob's going to be swarming our tails the whole way. Concerta will know I'm back the second we touch ground on Jersey soil. 	Bitter, angry.
 	 	 	Does this mean you still have a sample of its blood? We need to get it to Gene as soon as possible. 	Sticking to the matter at hand.
 	 	 	I'm ridiculous, Miss Primadonna?! What wasn't ridiculous was this fella's blood. 	Defensive.
 	 	 	I originally took it to Gene to get it embalmed, promised her a small cut. 	Calming down slightly.
 	 	 	Any dreams of a side show attraction disappeared when we realized the...tantalizing properties of its blood. 	Emphasis on tantalizing.
 	 	 	And embalming this...thing...was the answer? What a ridiculous idea from a ridiculous man! 	Sees right through Antonio's nonsense.
 	 	 	Ey, Abbie, look at this thing! What do you think it is, a bunny rabbit? It's ugly as sin. 	Hastily trying to defend his actions.
 	 	 	Look, I needed an edge over Concerta. Quentino had yours truly to be next in line to be godfather, but that little viper wasn't having it. 	Getting serious.
 	 	 	She tried to sabotage me at every turn. I needed to make more caps, prove that I was useful. 	Trying to absolve himself of guilt.
 	 	 	So you killed it to make a profit. 	Cold. Matter of fact.
 	 	 	You tell me, honey. Would the Showmen pay top dollar for a freak show devil corpse? 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	Then why do you have...this?! 	Disgusted. Haughty.
 	 	 	We started seeing these fellas show up around ten years ago. Devils, we called them. They're still pretty rare. Elusive. 	Proud of his trophy.
 	 	 	I've seen one of these before stalking around the city center. Not something I'd want to piss off, I'll say that much. 	Surprised.
 	 	 	Antonio! What is this BEAST doing in my home?! Disgusting! 	Aghast and disgusted.
 	 	 	Whoa... 	In awe, disbelief.
 	 	 	For god's sake, you had to go for the ONE chem you can't come off of?! What's the matter with you? 	Angry, trying to deflect blame from himself.
 	 	 	*sighs* All right, peanut gallery. There's something you all need to see. Come with me. 	Exasperated, resigned. He knows what he has to do.
 	 	 	For once, she's not being dramatic. According to Gene, Abbie needs a pure sample of Devil's Blood to make an antidote for her withdrawal symptoms. 	Stern, matter of fact.
 	 	 	And you're the only one who knows how to get it. 	
 	 	 	What?! Quit the melodrama for just a few seconds, Evelyn, for the sake of-! 	Getting frustrated, refuses to believe his daughter is dying.
 	 	 	*sighs* I've married a Shakespearean villain, haven't I? 	Dramatic tone. Deeply disappointed in her husband.
 	 	 	Our daughter is dying, Antonio. 	Sharp, stern.
 	 	 	Hey, let's not overreact now. It's just a little indulgence, right? Who doesn't have a vice these days? She looks fine. 	Trying to diminish the severity of the situation to alleviate himself of his guilt.
 	 	 	You can write a novel on why you're innocent later. How about we talk about what we're going to do for Abbie? 	Stern. Trying to keep his emotions in check.
 	 	 	I just wanted a dad, period... 	Quiet, solemn.
 	 	 	The only one making a fool out of you is yourself, Evelyn! All of you! 	Can't take it anymore. Erupts in anger.
 	 	 	...So yeah, I was playing hooky. You think it's because I like walking around like a dried prune asking what day of the week it is? 	Angry, backed into a corner.
 	 	 	I had a target painted on my back by the damn mob! 	Says "highness" mockingly.
 	 	 	Would you rather have a senile father or a dead one?! Yeah...thought so. 	Says the last sentence like he just proved his point.
 	 	 	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.
 	 	 	God, dad...really?! This was the first thing your brain went to?! To fake dementia?! 	Becoming angry.
 	 	 	Call me naïve, but I was just hoping my own father wouldn't stoop that low. But the bar is subterranean at this point. 	Trying to hide that the player's words hurt her.
 	 	 	No, you're not. Sometimes I really envy you for that. 	Guarded, sad.
 	 	 	I wish I could say I can't believe it, but... 	Her whole world is being turned upside down.
 	 	 	I met one of his old "business partners". Gene. She told me everything. 	Firm. Resolute.
 	 	 	Pop's been faking senility to get out of AC so that Concerta Lombardi can't have him killed. 	Firm, irritated.
 	 	 	That's why those hitmen showed up at The Rose Room! Our friend here can back me up. 	Firm, defiant.
 	 	 	Vin... Where did you hear that Dad is faking? 	Desperately hoping this isn't true.
 	 	 	Wha-what? What's going on? This is all very overwhelming. 	Pretending to be confused and senile.
 	 	 	*sighs* Just cut the crap. Your acting's not even good. Frankly, it's embarrassing that we fell for it for so long. 	Sighs, frustrated that his father is pathetic enough to keep this charade up. Resigned.
 	 	 	Ladies, I do wish I could help you. But this Devil's Blood sounds very dangerous! 	Pretending to be senile.
 	 	 	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.
 	 	 	Mom, will you relax?! This isn't helpful. 	Frustrated, trying to calm her mother down.
 	 	 	He's...he's sick. We don't even know if what Vin said is true. 	Desperate to cling to a positive belief.
 	 	 	Yeah, I'm sure they're just as important as my sister's life. Priorities...right? 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	We're going to tell him that we know. We know everything that he's done. 	Firm and resolute.
 	 	 	He's going to try to deflect and keep pretending that he's senile. Every time he does, we push back. 	Firm and resolute.
 	 	 	You want my honest opinion? No, I'm not okay. But this isn't about me. 	Grim, sad.
 	 	 	My sister is dying. Her condition takes precedence over my whining. 	Firm, resolute.
 	 	 	Good, 'cause I'm not. But we don't have much of a choice, do we? 	Sarcastic, worried.
 	 	 	This way. 	Grim. Guiding the player.
 	 	 	Hey, Mom. I'm here. I'm... staying here. We'll get through this together. 	
 	 	 	Oh god... My Abigail... Poor, sweet girl... 	Starting to cry
 	 	 	She'll learn her lesson one way or another. 	
 	 	 	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? 	
 	 	 	Ey! Haven't you seen the fountain out front? In the realm of post-apocalyptic mountain living, it doesn't get much swankier than this. 	
 	 	 	Oh, but both my children gone? A mother left to languish in a cabin in the woods... I can hardly bear it. 	
 	 	 	I'm not ready to leave it behind. After this, I'm going back to Atlantic City. I hope you can understand. 	
 	 	 	I'm not ready to leave it behind. I'm also going back to Atlantic City. I hope you can understand. 	
 	 	 	You're my family, and I want you to know that I'm staying nearby so long as I'm able. 	
 	 	 	You're my parents, and with Abbie leaving, you're gonna need me more than ever. So I want you to know that I'm staying nearby so long as I'm able. 	
 	 	 	Much as I liked spoiling her, Abbie will make it on her own. I always knew she would. Too stubborn not to. 	
 	 	 	That may very well be the case. But you know how young people get. She had her mind set. Maybe this way, she'll learn a thing or two about life. 	
 	 	 	Heh. Well, I raised her, didn't I? 	
 	 	 	Uh. I guess this is it. Thanks for doing what you could. 	
 	 	 	You took the time to try and help us. A lot of time. That's more than anyone's done for me in awhile. 	
 	 	 	I just hope my sister finds the same type of kindness, out there. That's all any of us can hope for, now. 	
 	 	 	Let him go. Let them both go. This is the way the cards have fallen. 	
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't do this anymore. All my life it's been about you and everyone else. 	Firm, but not resentful
 	 	 	But like this? It shouldn't be like this. It can't be. 	
 	 	 	They're adults, Evelyn. It was bound to happen someday. 	
 	 	 	What? Vincenzo, not you too. You can't do this to me. 	
 	 	 	You know, maybe she has the right idea. Staying in Atlantic City. 	Getting fed up with his parents' complaints and arguing.
 	 	 	Abbie is stronger than she knows. Even if she's on her own... she'll get through this. She has to. 	
 	 	 	If it was your sister, then- *sigh* Fine. There's no point starting an argument about this. 	
 	 	 	Doesn't want to be...? I guess I can understand that. 	
 	 	 	I guess... If that's the choice she's making. We did everything we could. Didn't we? 	
 	 	 	I... I can't believe this. I should have been there, I... Maybe I can still do something. Get the Vertibird and... but where would I find her? 	
 	 	 	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... 	
 	 	 	You mean she's on her own out there? 	
 	 	 	We don't know if she's dead, soon to be dead, or getting hopped up on a new supply. 	
 	 	 	What? That can't be. 	
 	 	 	What? She's dead?! 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	It's unexpected, but... I guess I'm just glad to hear she's alright. Maybe she can find something better out there. 	
 	 	 	Afraid not, honey. That's just the way it goes. 	Unhappy about how things turned out
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	Well, is she okay? What the hell happened? 	Starting to become panicked
 	 	 	She's not coming back, Evelyn. 	
 	 	 	Well, is my sister okay? What the hell happened? 	Starting to become panicked
 	 	 	Why don't you ask our friend here where she went? 	
 	 	 	Where is Abigail? Where is my daughter?! Antonio...? 	Demanding at first, then verging on tearful
 	 	 	Well, no need to roll out the red carpet for us, but we're back. 	Addressing the family with patriarchal confidence, but unhappy about what's happened
 	 	 	As for you, our doors are open. Least we can do in return for your assistance with family matters. 	Turning to the player
 	 	 	Maybe one of these days, we'll even have a happy hour worth inviting you to. 	
 	 	 	Phew. It, uh... feels really weird to talk about myself. 	
 	 	 	I'm glad you're doing this, Vin. I'll miss you. Really miss you. But you deserve to do what makes you happy. 	Bittersweet
 	 	 	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
 	 	 	Every bird flies the nest, son. If this is your time, then so be it. 	
 	 	 	You deserve to be happy too, Vin. Maybe there's an organization out here like the Munis. Somewhere you can do that kind of work again. 	
 	 	 	You'll always have a home here, Vinny. You know that. 	
 	 	 	Oh, don't frighten us like that! You had us all holding our breath just to say that nothing's changing. 	
 	 	 	I felt guilty for thinking about them when everyone needed me here. I even thought about going back. 	
 	 	 	About what going home would be like without all of you in it. And... I don't want that life. 	
 	 	 	I don't know if I've ever actually had to chance to express it before, but that work meant a lot to me. 	
 	 	 	Helping people, making a difference that doesn't just get washed away by the next problem. 	
 	 	 	I, uh... actually have something I want to talk to you all about. 	
 	 	 	This has been on my mind for awhile. Ever since we came to Appalachia, I've... missed working with the Munis. 	Feels guilty to admit this
 	 	 	I know this has been a roller coaster. Having you looking in from the outside... It shed light on a lot of things. But I'm hopeful for the future. 	
 	 	 	Oof. Don't propose that to Evelyn. 	
 	 	 	Quite the Samaritan answer. You and Vin must get along well. 	
 	 	 	Speaking of which, why don't you come join the festivities? 	
 	 	 	Ey, not in front of the guest! 	
 	 	 	You've grown charismatic with age, Abigail. If only I could say the same for your father. 	Playful fun, not resentful
 	 	 	Mom, all your sides are your "good side." 	
 	 	 	You don't need a big audience to be a star, Mom. I love hearing you sing. 	
 	 	 	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. 	
 	 	 	Er... Let's take it easy on the substances for awhile. 	
 	 	 	Thank goodness. We're all due for some relaxation now that this is through. Would you like a toast, Abigail? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, Vin. I'm back. Really back. 	
 	 	 	Thank God. Does he mean it, Abs? 	
 	 	 	Well, no need to roll out the red carpet for us, but we're back. The Devil coughed up his cure, and Abbie's right as rain. 	
 	 	 	What, you asking me? I don't know how anything turns out any way! 	
 	 	 	The one thing I do know is what Blood does to you. How it takes you to another place... a wonderful place. 	
 	 	 	Why would anyone wanna come down from there? There's no point in anything if you do. 'Specially not if no one cares about you. 	
 	 	 	So for Abbie... I-I guess she had enough of the pain. Right? 	
 	 	 	Y-You mean Vinny? Oh, he's gonna be heartbroken. Seems to really care about her. But them's the breaks, huh? *nervous laugh* 	
 	 	 	I gotta get back to cooking Blood. Get out of here before you get me in trouble! 	
 	 	 	Be grateful you can walk away from this. Maybe even learn something from it. Avoid making the same mistakes I did. 	
 	 	 	But hey, I'm just some old guy, right? It's your life to foul up as you please. 	
 	 	 	Prepare yourself for hysterics. 	
 	 	 	Well, that's that, then. She's made up her mind. My wife and son won't be happy about it. You're coming with me to break the news. 	
 	 	 	Cut the crap, Abbie. You've had your tantrum, and it's time to move past this. Abbie! God damn it. 	Yells after Abbie as she walks away
 	 	 	I already told you, Dad. I'm staying here. There's just... to much to let go of. 	
 	 	 	I need to get away from all this and start fresh. I'm sorry, but... this is goodbye. 	
 	 	 	Now, you ready to let go of all this and head home? 	
 	 	 	Heh. That's for sure. 	
 	 	 	I'll see you there. Don't take too long, okay? 	
 	 	 	Thank you. It means a lot to me. 	
 	 	 	Would you, um... meet us there? You've been with us the whole way, so it wouldn't feel right to part ways here. I'm sure Vin wants to thank you, too.	
 	 	 	Yeah, Dad. I'm ready. 	
 	 	 	You ready to go home now, kiddo? 	
 	 	 	Anything for you, Abbie. It better prove to you that I'm here for you. 	
 	 	 	You've got this all mixed up, Abbie. Of course I want you to live! What do you think I came all the way back here for? 	
 	 	 	Why do you think I gunned down the actual Devil, in the flesh? I don't know what else I could possibly do to get through to you. 	
 	 	 	But I guess a lot of people do. 	Happy yet sentimental.
 	 	 	But I guess some people do. Even if it's not Dad's first priority. 	
 	 	 	I should be thanking you the most. Without you, I'd still be... Well, I don't want to think about what might have happened to me. 	
 	 	 	We've got the sample. You need to come back to the lab. 	Firm, demanding.
 	 	 	You, me. Atlantic City. 	Firm, determined.
 	 	 	ME giving YOU attitude? This is exactly what I'm talking about. And you know what? I'm done too. 	Fed up
 	 	 	It should have come at a better time, but... I'm planning to go back to work with the Munis. 	
 	 	 	And what is that supposed to mean? Your sister's run off to God knows where, and you're still giving me that attitude? 	
 	 	 	Alright, alright, family meeting's over. 	Amusedly changing the subject
 	 	 	You know you love it. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, maybe a little too good. Don't you think, honey? 	Affectionately making fun of his wife's chattiness
 	 	 	Oh, you'll get better with practice. I certainly did. 	
 	 	 	Hey, kid. I need a word with you. 	Beckoning the player over to talk to him.
 	 	 	How many of these things do we need to scatter?! My legs ain't what they used to be, kid. 	Getting tired and annoyed.
 	 	 	Eugh. I know pheromones are supposed to attract, but if I was a Devil, I would personally be pretty repelled. 	Disgusted by smelling the Jersey Devil pheromones.
 	 	 	So how big do you think this thing is? Think I could take him? 	Making small talk with the player about the Jersey Devil.
 	 	 	Here Jersey Devil! Here boy! Pssh, pssh. 	Acting like he's calling a cat over.
 	 	 	Could make a Pine Barrens-scented candle out of those pheromones. 	Making a sarcastic joke to the player.
 	 	 	God, I was hoping you wouldn't find me... 	Sad.
 	 	 	Abbie! There you are! 	Exclaiming in relief at having found his daughter.
 	 	 	You're back! One, two, three, four...And you have all your limbs! Ex-exceeding expectations again, I see! 	Happy, relieved. Counting how many limbs the player has.
 	 	 	Oh, a witness! Good! I mean, hello again! 	Pleasantly surprised to see the player.
 	 	 	R-right. I forgot how g-generous you are, Antonio. 	Disappointed, pretending to be grateful out of fear.
 	 	 	Sure there will. You'll get the gift of continuing to live! The greatest gift of all. 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	Right, uh, when...Will there be a reward involved? Possibly some Blood? 	Hopeful, antsy.
 	 	 	When you help. Not if. 	Firm, annoyed.
 	 	 	S-so, if I help with this- 	Hesitant.
Category:America's Playground dialogue files