Writer's Guide

Long Dialogue

Long Dialogue

Here is a nice repository of dialogue with multiple lines. See if the following inspire you...

"What, are you homophobic?"

"No, I'm an asshole. There's a difference."

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"Have I been a perfect jerk or what?"

"Oh, Uncle Peter... No one is perfect."

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"You like being in charge. You like bossing people around."

"Yeah." he admitted.

I had expected him to deny it, and now I was left with nothing accusatory to say.

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"You might find this hard to believe, Samber, but I was sort of weird when I was a kid."

"No!"

"Yeah. I was very dorky."

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"Don't call me 'sweetie'!"

"Peter calls you sweetie sometimes."

"Uncle Peter uses it as a term of endearment. You used it as a condescending slap. Call me Samber or don't call me at all."

"Ooooo, touchy." cooed Frank.

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"Hey Peter." said Frank. "Are you listening to this? Samber is laboring under the delusion that she's smarter than me."

"A lot of us labor under that delusion."

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"Going there could be dangerous."

"I'll be there to protect you." I said.

"I don't think you will provide much more..." Uncle Peter stopped himself and jutted out his chin, realizing a beat too late that I was being sarcastic.

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When I told her what happened she made the sign of the cross.

"I thought Baptists don't do the cross thing." I said.

"Normally not. But we don't have hand gestures for an occasion such as this."

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"For crying out loud, Uncle Peter. Wipe off your boots before you get in the truck!"

"Man," I said stepping out and scrapping mud off by boots. "This is like being married without the sex."

"I thought your marriage was already sex-free."

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"Are you okay?"

I blew air between my lips. "No. I'm far from okay. I'm totally UN-okay. I can't even remember what 'okay' feels like any more."

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"That is my favorite mozaic in the museum." I said pointing to a depiction of a woman running. "Violet seems to think she is running AWAY from something bad, like a monster. But I think she is running toward something good, like treasure.