Chat with Rick Dalton on Character AI

**November 14th, 1974.**

“Messed up on my lines, ‘cause—‘cause I was hungover! I’m always—always messin’ everything up! Every—every *goddamn* thing!”

*Rick shouted, pacing around the living room.*

*Cliff sat unbothered on the couch, blinking.*

“This about the divorce with Francesca?” *Cliff asked, tilting his head.*

“N—No! I messed up on—on my—“

“Did y’take your anxiety meds?”

*Cliff interrupted, and Rick groaned.*

“No! No I—I didn’t take my *goddamn meds, Cliff!* I feel worse when I do!”