Molly (Wastelanders)/Dialogue

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==W05_DialogueRaidersCrater_Exterior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	You look like you could use a drink. Then again, who doesn't these days? 	Vendor dialogue.
 	 	 	Whatever you need to fit the mood, I got you covered. 	Vendor dialogue.
 	 	 	Drinks, chems... a secret or two. You got the caps, I got the poison. 	Vendor dialogue.
 	 	 	Drink a little, talk a little... sell, buy, whatever. It's what I'm here for. 	
 	 	 	Hey, if you got time, I got something that could make it worthwhile. 	
 	 	 	If I catch Creed trying to steal from me one more time, I'm gonna wear his teeth as a trophy. 	Threatening
 	 	 	Another day, another sordid mess of stories. 	Speaking to herself. Not a complaint, more in anticipation of what she may hear.
 	 	 	Hope this little stint pays off. Not that I miss the Commonwealth. 	Speaking to herself.
 	 	 	Running low on whiskey as usual. I should start watering that shit down. 	Speaking to herself.
 	 	 	If you're gonna buy chems, you better know how to use 'em. I like my customers alive and well, thank you. 	Giving a warning
 	 	 	Fuck off. 	Hates the player.
 	 	 	Take a hike, you piece of shit. 	Hates the player.
 	 	 	You better get the hell outta here. 	Hates the player.
 	 	 	Good thing that old concoction of yours tasted like crap. Wouldn't want to have to add it to the menu. 	Joking around
 	 	 	Lou's one of my best customers. I also may be the only one around here that likes seeing that mug around. 	Thoughtful
 	 	 	Normally, I'd say kids are a burden... But when they come with a Super Mutant bodyguard? You learn to love 'em. 	
 	 	 	Have fun in Watoga? Never a dull moment down there from what I hear. 	Curious.
 	 	 	Anyone who thinks they can stab Meg in the back and get away with it has got another thing coming... and that other "thing" is never pretty. 	
 	 	 	Well, well! I'd say drinks are on the house, but really, that's no way to run a business. 	
 	 	 	Meg told us we had ourselves a Vault Dweller getting their hands dirty 'round here. Welcome to Outpost-Crater-01, kid. 	Re-Record: "01" is pronounced as "one".
 	 	 	I miss Lou's ugly mug. Gave him character, which is more than I can say for most of this lot. 	Thoughtful
 	 	 	Huh. You're new. Looking to dispose of some brain cells? Or was there something else that brought you to my lovely establishment? 	A new patron has just approached your bar.
 	 	 	Not interested in the stock? Your loss, I guess. So what was it you wanted? 	A patron you like has approached the bar and want to talk to you.
 	 	 	You bringing me the good dirt? Or just looking to jaw a little? 	A patron you like has approached the bar and want to talk to you.
 	 	 	Something on your mind? 	Keep this very neutral. You don't like or hate this person.
 	 	 	Yah? What is it? 	Not mean, but terse. You're still willing to talk to this person, but you're not thrilled with their actions.
 	 	 	I'm real busy. Let's make it quick. 	Not mean, but terse. You're still willing to talk to this person, but you're not thrilled with their actions.
 	 	 	Don't have too much fun out there. 	
 	 	 	Heard a rumor some other bar opened up down by Flatwoods: "The Wayward." 	Sharing gossip.
 	 	 	Drinks are supposed to be awful and I don't think they even serve chems. What's the point? 	You're not impressed by this other bar.
 	 	 	You looking to hurt something? There's a robotic cop down in Watoga that apparently pays real caps for giving "squatters" an eviction from this mortal coil.	Sharing gossip.
 	 	 	Couple of bleeding-hearts rolled through here the other day, looking for recruits to help clean up one of the nearby lakes. 	Sharing gossip.
 	 	 	You can imagine how well that went. I actually think that might be them on the hooks up there. 	Genuinely amused by their deaths.
 	 	 	Visited Hemlock Holes yet? Someone was saying they got the best meal of their life up there. 	Sharing gossip.
 	 	 	I'm pretty sure they weren't talking about cannibalism, but these days, you really can't know, can ya? 	Genuine. Cannibalism comes up these days. Regularly.
 	 	 	The Southern Belle Motel over in Berkeley Springs is supposed to be a blast. Literally. Bomb-squad bot set up shop there. 	Sharing gossip.
 	 	 	If you don't have a major attachment to your digits, I say go check it out. 	
 	 	 	Big game hunting your speed? One of the scouts found a terminal over in The Mire that sniffs 'em out, apparently. 	Sharing gossip.
 	 	 	Can test your mettle against something no loving God would create. 	
 	 	 	If you're bored, I guess you could wander over to Foundation. Then you can see what real boredom looks like. 	Sharing gossip. Disdainful. Foundation objectively sucks.
 	 	 	Process of elimination. There were three of us in the inebriation business when we first set up - me, Pretty Pete, and Lex. 	Telling a story.
 	 	 	Pete poured, Lex slung chems. But Appalachia ... seems it was just too much for them. Lex tragically OD'ed on her own stash not long after we arrived. 	Coy. You murdered both of them.
 	 	 	Pete was so distraught, he got wasted and wandered right into one of those big bat fissures. 	You helped Pete get so hammered, he wandering into this pit.
 	 	 	Now, I don't touch the stuff. My own little sacrifice. A reminder of the ones it took to get me my monopoly. 	Again, very coy. "I don't touch the stuff" referring to drugs. Add a little bit of threat to the last line. Should be a "no one fucks me with" line.
 	 	 	Worried? Pfft. Hardly. Sure, I lock my cap stash up at night, but these folks are pussycats compared to the ones I grew up around. 	Recounting your very rough upbringing.
 	 	 	South Boston, before the bombs, real bad. Military blockades, trigger-happy cops, and looming over it all, the monster himself. Eddie. Winter. 	Linger on "Eddie. Winter." He's a real monster.
 	 	 	Nah, I'll pour drinks for these troublemakers any day of the week over that life again. 	
==W05_DialogueRaiderRC_RaiderF02_Molly==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	If I fell for that every time, I wouldn't have a business, would I? Now get outta here. 	
 	 	 	Sounds like you need to take your promises to someone willing to listen. No caps, no business, and that's the way it is.	
 	 	 	You want to sucker someone, try Raf or Ae-Ri, but I ain't got time for this. You get the caps, you come see me. 	
 	 	 	Anything I got's gonna cost you, and I happen to know you're broke, so good luck. 	
 	 	 	That so? Well, nothing's for free here. You know the drill. 	
 	 	 	You got the caps, I got anything you want... but we both know you're dead broke. 	
==W05_MQR_204P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hey, look who we got here. What's good with you? 	Friendly enough. The player's the new person in town, and Molly suspects they want something.
 	 	 	Hey, it's the jackass who tried to intimidate me. My deal still stands. 	The player tried threatening her, but she's still willing to deal with them.
 	 	 	Ready to talk? I still have those expenses to worry about, though. 	The player sweet-talked her and she's still willing to deal with them.
 	 	 	Now that I don't need to worry about money, I'm free to talk. What do you need to know? 	The player paid her bribe and she's willing to talk.
 	 	 	You're too kind. So, what was it you needed to know? 	
 	 	 	Then I don't think I got anything to say right now. 	The player doesn't have enough caps to bribe her.
 	 	 	Cool your horses, my info's good. You'll see, then you'll be back to thank me. 	
 	 	 	Anytime, kid. 	
 	 	 	They were talking about it outside my bar. Thought I couldn't hear' 'em, but I got wicked good hearing. 	
 	 	 	Couldn't make out where he said he was going, but Barb'll know for sure. You tell Barb I overheard, and she'll have no choice but to confess. 	
 	 	 	OK, hope you don't expect me to give you back your caps, though. That's not how this works. 	
 	 	 	Feel free to come on back if you change your mind, and we'll talk. 	
 	 	 	That's the million cap question ain't it? Guy makes a mess of things, then skips town with a bunch of other traitors. 	
 	 	 	Now, of course, everyone wants a piece of him. 	
 	 	 	But if I'm bein' honest with ya, I'd tell you if I knew where he was. Cross my heart. But here's the rub, I don't. 	Brief pause after "here's the rub." Emphasis on "I don't"
 	 	 	But I do know that Barb is acting as his mole. 	
 	 	 	Oh, is that what you're here for? Shit, I could have asked for a lot more, then. 	She realizes that Meg has outplayed her by sending the player to get the information she needed.
 	 	 	That's probably why Meg sent you -- She just laughed at the price I gave her. Well, I already gave you my word. Lesson learned. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, you want Barb. Lev left her behind to act as his mole and report back to him. 	
 	 	 	All that for nothing? Tsk, good luck then. You know where I work if you need me. 	Disappointed that the player backed out of the deal.
 	 	 	Your loss. I'll still be here if you end up needing anything. 	The player chose not to bribe her.
 	 	 	Well then, I guess my problems are solved. Now I can help with yours. What do you need to know? 	
 	 	 	That's too bad, huh? Well, you know where to find me if you still want to help me out. 	The player doesn't have enough money to pay her bribe.
 	 	 	Imagine that. Maybe next time I'd have fewer expenses if jerks weren't coming to threaten me. So, what do you need to know? 	
 	 	 	Oof, tough break. Well, I'll still be here if you happen to find a way to help me out. 	The player doesn't have enough money to pay her bribe.
 	 	 	I can't pay for goods with promises, but you know what? I'm havin' a good week. Sales are up. I might only need 200 caps to make ends meet. 	Implying that she'd take a lower bribe
 	 	 	I shouldn't trust someone who throws around idle threats. But hey, you got guts and sales have been good. Maybe I only need 300 caps this week.	Implying that she'd take a lower bribe
 	 	 	Oh wicked smart move, kid. Threaten the bartender, the one person everyone loves around here for getting 'em all nice and sloshed. 	She's not fazed by the player's threat at all, since she knows everyone will come to her aid.
 	 	 	But you know what? You're new here, so tell ya what. I got a lot of expenses. Cost me about 500 caps a week. 	Implying that she'll take a bribe, and since the player threatened her, that price is higher.
 	 	 	I'd have a lot of time to chat with you if I didn't have to worry about where that was gonna come from. 	Implying that she'll take a bribe
 	 	 	I might. I got lots of information. I also got lots of expenses. They cost me around 300 caps a week, know what I'm saying? 	Implying that she'll take a bribe.
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