Hazbin Hotel

Husk:
That fucker put somethin' in your drink!

Angel Dust:
You don't think I can tell, if someone spikes my drink? I do this all the fucking time!

Husk:
You just let people drug you, all the time?

Angel Dust:
You think I ask for it?! I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way! I didn't ask for Charlie to save me, I didn't ask for you to save me. I- can handle- myself!

Husk:
Really?! Because I just saw someone self-destructing. It seems like... I dunno... you might need a bartender to talk to.

Angel Dust:
[laughs] Oh, so now you're gonna act like you give a shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm gonna open up to you?! Please. [starts to leave]

Husk:
Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real, and not some bullshit version of yourself, always pushing my boundaries! Lemme tell you: nobody in that Hotel cares who you are! How famous, how hot. So you might as well just... cut the act.

Angel Dust:
[whirls around, tearfully] IT'S NOT AN ACT! [Husk looks startled] It's who I need to be! And this? [gestures to the bars and clubs around them] This is my escape! Where I can forget about it all, how much I hate...everything! A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe, if I can ruin myself enough in the process... if I end up broken... I won't be his favorite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go. [sits on the sidewalk and curls into a ball]

Husk:
[sits next to him, sighs]... I was an Overlord once, you know. [Smiles] Yeah. And, uh... it was nice to have that power. But when you're dealin' in souls... while being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And losing a few hands, can be more than a little dangerous. [in flashback, Husk is shown losing a gamble against a grinning Alastor] So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to... keep you afloat. Even makin' deals yourself. So, I know what it's like to... regret the choices made. And... knowin', you can't take it back.