Showman (Tax Evasion)/Dialogue

==XPD_AC01_Mission_Tax==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I'm being real generous by asking you twice, Beltbuckles. 	Threatening and dramatic.
 	 	 	Where's our money?! 	Confronting Billy angrily.
 	 	 	You're off the hook, Beltbuckles. For now. 	Cold and threatening.
 	 	 	Well now, that's just the order of business around here, isn't it? 	Slowly-paced, sinister and intimidating.
 	 	 	New in town, huh? Well, I'll put it to you real simple. 	Almost happy that he gets to explain what his organization is.
 	 	 	We make the magic go 'round in Atlantic City. The shows, the talent, the music. It all comes from us. 	Speaking fantastically and aggrandizing the Showmen.
 	 	 	We're masters of the disappearing act. 	Hinting at something sinister.
 	 	 	Just a kid? I don't care if he's still teething. I refuse to go back empty-handed. 	Angry and dramatic, aghast that the player made this insinuation.
 	 	 	And if you're going to stand in my way, well... 	Cold.
 	 	 	I'll give you a spectacle to remember. 	Cold and thinly veiled threat.
 	 	 	Maybe you're right. There's nothing to gain from killing this fool. 	Sigh at the beginning. Realizing that violence won't help at all here.
 	 	 	This...boy, is a mobster. His, uh, "organization" owes us a substantial amount of caps. 	Curt and angry. Pauses on what to call Billy.
 	 	 	And they're using this Einstein to skirt around paying their dues. 	Speaking sarcastically about Billy.
 	 	 	Well, I won't stand for it. There's rules in Atlantic City. Wanna know the most important one? 	Defiant and dramatic.
 	 	 	Don't cheat the Showmen. 	Cold, a veiled threat.
 	 	 	Shut up, Billy. 	Irritated and curt.
 	 	 	This doesn't concern you. I suggest you crawl back into whatever hovel you came from. 	Dramatic and pretentious.
 	 	 	You won't have any belts left to buckle when I'm done with you. 	Threatening and dramatic.
 	 	 	Now, please answer the question before I'm forced to alert my associates. 	Open-ended question with dramaticism.
 	 	 	They've really lowered their standards letting you in, haven't they? 	Aggressive and angry.
 	 	 	Now Beltbuckles, do you mind telling me where our dues are? 	Confrontational.
 	 	 	How long are you going to let this go on for, Billy?! 	Annoyed, frustrated.
 	 	 	I've seen your dossier, Billy. You don't have any children. 	Annoyed. Matter-of-fact.
 	 	 	I'm afraid not. Not until you cough up the caps you owe Mother and the rest of us. Or...you'll be coughing up blood instead.	Dramatic and threatening.
 	 	 	You're not the brightest star in the sky, are you? Or...the sharpest tool in the shed, as some say. 	Annoyed and judgmental.
 	 	 	I don't see a belt securing your mouth. There is nothing preventing you from talking. So, speak. 	Annoyed. Frustrated.
Category:Boardwalk Paradise dialogue files