Hazbin Hotel

Valentino:
Fuckin' finally! [to a Fizzarolli robot] Kitty, another drink! Can you believe what that piece of shit did? The ungrateful little WHORE! [hurls a glass at the wall, shattering it. Vox leans out of the way, nonchalantly]

Vox:
Um, which whore are we talking about this time?

Valentino:
Fucking Angel Dust! Who the Hell else would I be talking about?! [Vox subtly getures at himself, looking irritated] That fucking slut! Walked out on me. ME! I fucking MADE him! Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes.

Vox:
[starts typing on his phone] Oh, Angel quit?

Valentino:
NO! He didn't fuckin' quit! It's worse! He MOVED! [grabs Vox's phone and throws it across the room, with Vox looking back at his empty hand incredulously] He thinks he can just walk in here, work and then go somewhere else?! Can you FUCKIN' believe that?! He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's bimbo daughter.

Vox:
Angel is... living with Lucifer's daughter, now?

Valentino:
[opens his wardrobe] Yeah, that bitch Chalkie, Chandler or... I dunno, somethin' mannish like that. She's got this hotel, and- which of these makes me look sexier? [turns around hefting a pair of handguns, one gold and one pink, grinning nastily]

Vox:
[chuckles in exasperation] What are you doing, Val? You're not going over there.

Valentino:
[turns away] That slippery twink is going to remember who owns him. I'm gonna fuck everyone in that rancid shithole, I swear to God-

[Vox grabs him and spins him around, the hypnotic signal emanating from his eye]

Vox:
[Voice distorted with anger] VAL... [chuckles as he leads Val away, swiping one of the guns from his hand] Think about it. Our brand, is perfection. And, what do you think chasing whores around town will... do to our image?

Valentino:
Uh... fuck it up?

Vox:
Riiiight! [a score-bell rings] Do you want people thinking you... can't control your employees?

Valentino:
[defensively] No!

Vox:
Exactly! And hey, you've still got him under contract; he isn't going anywhere. So, you should...? [looks at Val hintingly]

Valentino:
...Do nothing?

Vox:
[grabs Val around the shoulders, background sounds of a slot machine] Great idea! Now, that's why they pay you the big bucks. [pinches Val's cheek]

Valentino:
[grumbles] Well, I really wanted to shoot someone!

Vox:
[lights Val's cigarette with his fingertip, walks away] Well, let me call up the lowest earners this month.

Valentino:
[fondly] Oh, you know me too well. [chuckles, drags on his cigarette] You know, Angel isn't the only one spending time at this ratty hotel with the Devil's princessa.

Vox:
Oh, who else is there? Someone who... owes you money?

Valentino:
[chuckles] Someone who owes us much more than money. The Radio Demon is there.