dialogue prompts from the fourth season of hbo's hacks.
blackmail on day one? not good!
i'm trying to bond with my kid. doctor's orders.
this energy is bad. putrid. it stinks.
you are not beating the 'cunt' allegations.
you clearly have something to say, so say it.
how is it that everyone leaves me as soon as i get what i want?
i'm happy to take orders from women.
you can dish it, but you can't take it?
go home. you look like shit, and you smell like piss.
you can't unsend an e-mail.
you have the purest aura i've ever seen.
i've just gotta clean this horrible energy that's in here.
you're a public figure now.
it's not easy letting you go.
i need people around me that i can trust.
you gotta dance with the one who brought you.
we don't have time to calm down.
you don't have drugs, do you?
the speed limit is just a suggestion.
you're gonna be wonderful. you always are.
i'm sorry. i've never had alcohol before.
remember your tools: compassion, not condescension.
i've never seen so many people wearing makeup in the daytime.
you owe the volume jar some money.
if you want them to like you, you have to let them get to know you.
just tell me. directness is kindness.
just because you're gay does not make you detail-oriented.
it's a fake award. i have plenty of them at home.
i'm so sorry. i should have protected you.
i'm not suicidal, i just want to die.
thanks for trying to save my life.
i want to believe you, but you always let me down. i can't trust you.
i don't even know your voice anymore.
i haven't had fun in a long time.
stop stalling and take your shirt off.
we don't have to acknowledge we matched on hinge.
the cycle of narcissism stops here.
maybe my religion is pissing you off.
you cannot get me high and then ditch me. we're in this together.
i don't believe in heaven, but i do believe in hell.
'heaven is fake, but hell is real'. we need that on t-shirts.
when you're in the public eye, people love to turn their backs on you and tear you to shreds.
it's painful, being the witch of the week.
give me your hands real quick. let's do a quick prayer.
you were on the cover of every tabloid, but you did nothing illegal.
i am not a prude, okay? i have never been a prude.
i'm scared. i feel a lot of things right now.
i love to make fun of people. it's one of life's great pleasures.
does your wife know you proposed to me?
i mean, i'm gay, but i'm no lesbian.
i like to mentally map a city before i drive in it.
this late on a school night?
i would just like a little goodwill. haven't i earned that?
i have to ask: what is it like to get your dream?
just do your thing. pretend i'm not here.
in the interest of keeping you in the loop, there's something i need to fill you in on.
this was my dream, but the dream changed. and so did i.
i am so sorry i called you a little bitch.
you don't need to apologize for things i don't know about and that aren't going to happen.
you think people give a shit about your high moral stance?
i want to be alone for a bit.
i don't even own my own name.
i just don't think i can pull off velvet.
you know i don't do vacations. i can't stand sitting around all day doing nothing.
you want a little something to take the edge off?
i really don't like surprises. i have, like, four period tracking apps.
i am doing what i love. i'm drinking champagne.
i didn't fall asleep. i was resting my eyes.
you're not yourself. i feel like you're giving up.
if you're so unhappy, why don't you just leave?
you're just drunk and you're trying to hurt my feelings.
i am your only friend. don't you think that's weird?
you need friends. and a boyfriend. or a girlfriend, or a they-friend.
i thought you were dead. they published your obituary.