RP dialog and prompts from every episode ( 1 of 86 ) of David Chase's hit classic tv show The Sopranos that aired from 1999 to 2007 on HBO. Change or adjust as needed. Content warning for violence, crime, bigotry, slurs or swearing, dysfunctional Italian Americans, and very very bad Catholics.
"Look, it's impossible for me to talk to a psychiatrist."
"Any thoughts at all on why you blacked out?"
"Lately I'm getting the feeling that I came in at the end. The best is over."
"You gotta have more than just cranberry juice for breakfast, alright?"
"My leg is broken!!! The bone's coming through!"
"Where's my fucking money?!"
"Because you tell people I'm NOTHING compared to the people that used to run things!"
"Are you sure? You over your stomach ache?"
"Frankly, that was a tremendous blow to my self esteem."
"You know, somebody called here last night. After dark."
"For me? I don't want it."
"Stop telling me how to live my life, you just shut up."
"All I know is, daughters are better at taking care of their mothers than sons."
"Yeah and I bought cd's for a broken record..."
"Hey you bless it, I'll eat it."
"So what, no fucking ziti now?"
"What's different between you and me, is you're going to hell when you die."
"See what you learn when you cross cultures and shit?"
"I have a semester and a half of college, so I understand Freud."
"Do you fell depressed? Do you, feel depressed?"
"That's the last time I show any fucking initiative."
"Oh my god... somebody get- get a doctor."
"You've come back for help... Don't look at that as a defeat."
"You think he's gonna fuck with Big Pussy? My Pussy?"
"You can't just lie and cheat and break the rules you don't like!"
"Somebody donated their kneecaps for those tickets."
"Those uh... 'decorating tips' you gave me. They really work!"
"The wrong person finds out about this and I get a steel-jacket antidepressant right in the back of the head."
"Hope comes in many forms."
"I had a dream last night. My belly button was a... Phillips-head screw. And I'm working on screwing it, and when I get it unscrewed... my penis falls off."
"I'm afraid I'm gonna lose my family..."
"You work so hard. You work so damn hard... And just to see your life's dream... burn down..."
"You know what I'm figuring out lately? Talking helps."
"Alright enough of this shit, what's the matter with you?"
"You got work to do. New avenues. Everything's gonna be alright from here on in...."
Stares at your sculpture in curious suspicion...
Sits uncomfortably across from you, looking around and fidgeting.
Gets all the way into the water, trying to feed ducks.
Ignores you, reading a book about birds.
Drives up onto the sidewalk to run you over.
Plays "Who's Sorry Now" by Connie Francis.
Has a panic attack while grilling and collapses ( the grill is still very much on fire ).
Hands you a rolled up dollar and a knife covered in drugs.
Opens a secret compartment in the wall and pulls out an automatic rifle.
Has a panic attack and knocks over a glass vase.
Throws the last bite of food over the side of the bridge, intentionally drawing attention to how far of a drop it is...
Gets a glass of wine in position, ready to throw it in your damn face.
Casually walks away from a building... minutes before it explodes.
Cries over baby ducks completely unironically.
Slides tissues on the table closer to you.
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