Mr. Robot, Season 4

Mr. Robot:
I know we don't usually do this, but I have to fill you in if he won't. That's why you're back, isn't it? To help? You gotta be noticing it, then, too. That he isn't talking to you. He doesn't talk to me that much, either, not since Angela died. Darlene's right. He's shutting down, compartmentalizing the pain, living in the distraction, just like the holidays: the plastic trees, the annoying Christmas carols.

[Cut to a group of carolers singing "O Come, All Ye Faithful]

Mr. Robot:
One big song-and-dance production to sell ourselves the theater that everything's jolly, at least for a moment. But when it's all over, Santa's gone back to his shitty day job. The trees get disassembled and thrown in a closet. The music's faded away. What then? That's why you can't go anywhere. I know he's keeping you away, but I'll let you in. Don't think I'm doing it for you, though. Let's be clear. I still don't give a shit about you, but he does. This does not feel right to me. E Corp owns the building. They own half of Manhattan. We stick to the plan. And right now, Elliot needs you more than he lets on, because when that cold, brutal reality closes in on us, we're gonna need a friend, and that's still what you are, right?