Johnny Weston/Dialogue

==W05_Dialogue_Johnny_Crater==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Catch you around, Vault Dweller. 	Positive. The Player successfully led the Vault Raid, and Johnny got his gold.
 	 	 	Let's blow this place and get back home, eh? 	Positive. The Player successfully led the Vault Raid, and Johnny got his gold.
 	 	 	Can't wait to get back home and just... rub this gold all over myself. 	Positive. The Player successfully led the Vault Raid, and Johnny got his gold.
 	 	 	Hey, don't judge! That's a perfectly reasonable thing to do with newly acquired bars of gold. 	Johnny knows it sounds a bit weird, but he doesn't care.
 	 	 	I've got nothing to say to you right now. 	Pissed. The Player cheated him out of some or all of his gold.
 	 	 	Piss off if you know what's good for you. 	Pissed. The Player cheated him out of some or all of his gold.
 	 	 	You know, I could have done the same thing to you, but I had the sense not to go through with it. 	Pissed. The Player cheated him out of some or all of his gold.
 	 	 	Crater may seem like a dump. But trust me, it's downright cozy compared to some of the other shitholes I've seen, even before the War. 	
 	 	 	Glad you're helping us out. We're hurting for a more... sophisticated touch around here. 	
 	 	 	Yellow can be a flattering color. But, unless you've got a Fat Man you can lose the suit in here. 	
 	 	 	OK, sure. 	
 	 	 	Well, it's about time someone said it. But really, the pleasure's all mine. 	
 	 	 	I don't appreciate you trying to make it sound like I was useless. My trusty revolver would say otherwise. 	A little annoyed the player considered him useless.
 	 	 	I may not have been able to get us past security, but I still put my life on the line. 	
 	 	 	And probably saved yours at least a half a dozen times by my count. So maybe show a little humility and appreciation, hot shot. 	
 	 	 	Nope, and that's the way it's gonna stay. I wouldn't have had to do it if you didn't screw up the one job I gave you. Let it be a lesson to you.	He's not pleased with the player. He got revenge on them for messing up his perfect plans in the arena quest.
 	 	 	And don't think about complaining about it to anyone around here. No one's going to believe you. I made sure of that. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, well, you managed to outsmart me and cut me out of my share entirely, so I'll say we're even now. 	He's not pleased with the player, but he's also somewhat impressed, so he's not too mad, just disappointed in himself.
 	 	 	I should have seen it coming, but I guess I taught you too well. The student has outplayed the master. I can't even get mad about that. 	
 	 	 	You just keep beating that dead horse, don't you? 	The player already managed to make Johnny feel guilty about his betrayal, and Johnny made up for it.
 	 	 	I already said I was sorry and gave you a significant peace offering, so let's bury it out back and get on with our lives, alright? 	
 	 	 	Hey, if I recall, you walked off with all the gold anyway -- after you guilted me about trying to backstab you. 	He's not pleased with the player, but he's also somewhat impressed, so he's not too mad, just disappointed in himself.
 	 	 	I can't be too mad. I probably would have done the same in your shoes, and I certainly deserved it. 	
 	 	 	So, I guess this means you're officially a lowlife Raider like the rest of us scumbags. 	
 	 	 	I'd rather put it all behind us. In fact, I think I already said something to that effect back in the vault. 	The player and him already squared this away, so he doesn't want to deal with it anymore.
 	 	 	You got your share, I got mine, and neither of us got killed. Let's put it to bed now. It won't happen again. 	
 	 	 	Believe me, it's not worth the earache from you. 	
 	 	 	I'd rather talk about how you backstabbed me after we had already resolved that issue. 	The player took all the gold anyway after they had already resolved Johnny's betrayal. He sees this a hypocritical, but he's also kind of impressed.
 	 	 	I can't say I didn't deserve this outcome, but I will say you're an asshole. Definitely Raider material for sure. Guess I taught you too well. 	
 	 	 	Haven't decided yet. I'm actually hoping those secret service guys manage to establish an official currency again. 	
 	 	 	If they do, that gold will buy me a lot of power. But until then, I'll have to settle for being one of the world's richest men, pending. 	
 	 	 	Oh wonderful. You keep all the gold to yourself, then you have the nerve to swing by just to throw it in my face. 	Sarcastic. The player kept all the gold, betraying him and leaving him with nothing.
 	 	 	You're a real class act, you know that? 	Sarcastic.
 	 	 	Doing pretty great. I've got just about everything a man like me could ask for now that we've settled into the Crater. 	
 	 	 	Eh, I could be doing better. I did just murder my best friend, after all. How about we change the subject? 	He's already regretting his choice to kill his friend Hal.
 	 	 	Not bad. A nice fat sum of gold does wonders to lift a man's spirits. 	
 	 	 	Well, we pulled off the heist of a lifetime, but I've got nothing to show for it, thanks to you. How do you think I'm doing? 	
 	 	 	Well, they call me "Gentleman Johnny Two-Guns Weston." At least they used to, back in the day. Kept the "Gentleman" part because it's true. 	
 	 	 	I wizened up and realized the old "two guns" gimmick was great for intimidating people, but it was shit in practice. 	
 	 	 	You get much more accuracy with a single revolver. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, I don't mind that people spread that old legend. Keeps them on their toes. 	
 	 	 	Sure thing. 	
 	 	 	Wow, Vault Dweller, you're going right for the juicy details. 	
 	 	 	I had a family, but either they disowned me or I disowned them depending on who you believe. They could be dust now for all I care. 	Sincere. He likes the player.
 	 	 	As for romantic partners... I've had many and there's always room for more. 	Sincere. He likes the player.
 	 	 	But, sorry to dash your hopes and dreams, my friend. While I wouldn't mind shacking up with you occasionally, I don't think Meg would approve. 	Sincere. He really likes the player, but... he likes his relationship with Meg more.
 	 	 	I don't like talking about it, but I know you'll keep it secret. My dad was military. I saw army bases all over the country as a kid. 	He's being sincere. There's a hint of sadness to his story. He'd like the player to doubt its veracity, but for him, it's the truth.
 	 	 	When the bombs dropped, I was a bum. A failed actor, living on the streets in New York City. 	He's being sincere. There's a hint of sadness to his story. He'd like the player to doubt its veracity, but for him, it's the truth.
 	 	 	My parents never approved of acting for all the reasons you'd expect from a family with strong military tradition. 	He's being sincere. There's a hint of sadness to his story. He'd like the player to doubt its veracity, but for him, it's the truth.
 	 	 	Anyway, that's the story I'm telling you. You can decide for yourself if it's true. 	He's being sincere. There's a hint of sadness to his story. He'd like the player to doubt its veracity, but for him, it's the truth.
 	 	 	The story goes that I infiltrated the gang simply by acting the part. For weeks, everyone just assumed I belonged. But there's more to it. 	
 	 	 	When Meg found out, she wasn't even mad. We had drinks, then shacked up. I trust you enough to say that Meg and I have a physical relationship. 	
 	 	 	Beyond that, it just so happens my skill set benefits her whole operation. Now I stick around with her crew and everyone profits. 	
 	 	 	I followed her around until we settled here. You know the whole business with Hal and all that. 	
 	 	 	He never approved of my arrangement with Meg. I think it got him jealous. 	
 	 	 	You should know by now that I do a little bit of everything. 	
 	 	 	My long suits... my specialties, are infiltration, and pulling off cons. But, I have many skills, and how I choose to employ them is up to me. 	
 	 	 	While I may do jobs for Meg, you know that I don't do them unless I want to. Lucky for you, vault heists are the kind of job I'm into. 	
 	 	 	Meg and I share resources, and we share rewards. But neither of us expects one from the other. That's why I can command the type of share I do. 	
 	 	 	You sure don't waste any time getting personal. 	
 	 	 	I have no idea about my family. I left them well before the war. They could be dust for all I care. 	
 	 	 	As for romantic partners... I've had many and there's always room for more. 	
 	 	 	But, sorry to dash your hopes and dreams, Vault Dweller. I'm sure you're great in the sack, you're just not really my type. 	
 	 	 	A little of this, a little of that. Mostly whatever the heck I want. 	
 	 	 	My long suits... my specialties, are infiltration, and pulling off cons. But, I have many skills, and how I choose to employ them is up to me. 	
 	 	 	See, Meg's not my boss. I don't answer to her. What we've got is a mutually beneficial kind of arrangement here. 	
 	 	 	We share resources, and we share rewards. But neither of us expects one from the other. 	
 	 	 	I don't really talk about it. I'm from all over. I used to see a lot of military bases as a kid, until I struck out on my own. 	
 	 	 	When the bombs dropped, I was living in New York. Or maybe, Boston. Or coulda been Detroit, or LA. Maybe even England. 	
 	 	 	Sorry you don't get to know. No one does. I've got my reasons for keeping it that way, and I'm safer for it. 	
 	 	 	Funny story. I came across them on the trail, acted like I belonged, and it took them weeks to realize that no one actually recruited me. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, I mostly ran a few... personal jobs for Meg. 	He has a physical relationship with Meg on the down-low. Ambiguous as to whether he's talking about work or pleasure.
 	 	 	One thing led to another and we started seeing a lot more of each other due to my particular skills and her particular needs. 	He has a physical relationship with Meg on the down-low. Ambiguous as to whether he's talking about work or pleasure.
 	 	 	When she picked up, I followed, since it was working out for both of us. 	He has a physical relationship with Meg on the down-low. Ambiguous as to whether he's talking about work or pleasure.
 	 	 	Then, she made the call to settle out here and well... being the gentleman I am, I decided to stick around rather than run. 	He has a physical relationship with Meg on the down-low. Ambiguous as to whether he's talking about work or pleasure.
 	 	 	What about it? 	
 	 	 	My story? Heh, I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific than that. 	A little guarded, but diffusing it with some humor. He doesn't fully trust the player.
 	 	 	Ah, now that we're all buddy-buddy, you want to crack me open and take a look inside, do you? What do you want to know? 	Sincere and friendly.
 	 	 	Hey, look, you tried your best. I guess I overestimated you. 	Genuine, but also a little condescending.
 	 	 	What did I expect though? You and I have never worked together before that, and I asked you do some pretty crazy stuff right out of the gate. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, it's water under the bridge. Just don't screw up the vault heist and we'll be fine. 	
 	 	 	It's fine. You pulled off the vault job, so you're not completely incompetent. 	Genuine, but also a little condescending.
 	 	 	We're all a little richer for it, so there's hope for you in the future. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, yeah great job. That's not the issue here, Vault Dweller. 	Not very genuine. He's upset the player took all the gold.
 	 	 	That was nothing compared to you screwing us all over by keeping the gold to yourself. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, well, it was a mistake you bring you in on that job. 	Still a little pissed at the player for failing him.
 	 	 	I trusted you, and you couldn't pull off a simple con job. I don't know how I'm going to trust you on this vault heist. 	
 	 	 	But, I'm a man of my word, and I told Meg I'd do it if you helped me, so here we are. Just don't fuck that up too. 	
 	 	 	You know, I'm still pissed about that. I probably could have done it better without you there at all. 	Still a little pissed at the player for failing him.
 	 	 	I even went so far as to ask Meg to cut you out of the vault heist. But you pulled it off, so I guess even a broken watch works twice a day. 	
 	 	 	I may be a little richer because of you, but don't think that means we're square. 	
 	 	 	Oooh... you! 	So pissed at the player he doesn't know what to say. Imagine him shaking his finger and fighting back some really harsh words.
 	 	 	I can't tell if you're just a colossal fuck-up or a brilliant mastermind pulling a fast one on all of us. 	
 	 	 	Either way, you've sure got moxie. I'd admire it if I weren't on the receiving end. 	
 	 	 	Are you? Shoot. 	
 	 	 	Well, I suppose I could make some time for you. 	
 	 	 	Sure, go on. 	
 	 	 	Alright, let's hear it. 	
 	 	 	Sure, I don't have anything better to do. 	
 	 	 	Just a little something extra I had laying around. Here. 	
 	 	 	Here, take this. Don't tell anyone else. I don't want them all thinking I've got a bunch of handouts. 	
 	 	 	This. I had some left over after my last score. 	
 	 	 	Oh, nothing too special, but maybe you'll find it handy. 	
 	 	 	Some incentive to keep you on my good side. 	
 	 	 	Here, take this, and uh... don't ask where I got it. 	
 	 	 	It's not much, but you look like you could use it more than I could. 	
 	 	 	Hey Vault Dweller, I may have something for you... Unless you just came by to chat? 	Johnny is friendly with the player.
 	 	 	Oh, you again. I take it you're just here looking for handouts? 	Johnny doesn't really like the player. But he'll help them anyway.
 	 	 	Come back later if you're looking for handouts. But, if all you want is conversation, I can oblige. 	Johnny is friendly with the player.
 	 	 	What do you want? I don't have any handouts right now. 	Johnny doesn't really like the player.
 	 	 	Hey Vault Dweller, what's the word? 	Johnny is friendly with the player.
 	 	 	Nice to have a conversation with one of you Seventy-Sixers. 	
 	 	 	Glad to see you back. What do you want to talk about? 	
 	 	 	Nice to have a conversation with one of you. 	
 	 	 	Hey, your loss. 	
 	 	 	Maybe a touch of envy. Sounds like you had some sweet digs while the rest of us... Not so much. 	
 	 	 	The other thing is impressed. Considering how different you all are, it's a wonder the Overseer kept you all alive. 	
 	 	 	You like? Finding a tuxedo isn't that hard these days. A million empty stores around. 	
 	 	 	But keeping it freshly laundered... Now that's my trade secret. 	
 	 	 	Any time, Seventy-Six. 	
 	 	 	Any time. 	
 	 	 	I think they're fighting against a basic truth: the world's ended. 	
 	 	 	Civilization, laws, and all that government propaganda is more dead now than it was before the War. 	
 	 	 	The sooner they learn that, the better. 	
 	 	 	A lot of your people would like nothing better than to wipe us out. 	
 	 	 	Or at least try to. But that would be tough, just ask Foundation. 	
 	 	 	Where's the percentage in it? Say we attack, guns blazing. 	
 	 	 	Best case is we win. And after... what then? Who do we shake down for caps and food? 	
 	 	 	And I, for one, am not cut out to be a farmer. 	
==W05_MQR_203P==
#	Dialog Topict	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Back to the Crater then, shall we? 	
 	 	 	Hey, here's your caps, by the way. Thanks for letting me sell you into servitude. 	
 	 	 	Meg knows she needs me. So now you get to decide whether I'm worth it, or if we call this whole thing off. 	
 	 	 	Before we go, there's one small matter we should discuss. 	
 	 	 	I want you to tell Meg I get a fifty percent cut of the gang's share of the vault loot, or I walk. 	He's playing hardball.
 	 	 	Okay. 	
 	 	 	Easy. Don't ever try to pull any shit with me like Hal did and you'll never have to worry about me pulling a trigger in your face. 	
 	 	 	It was purely personal. Hal crossed me. I had to be the one to do him in, not some two-bit wanna-be Roman emperor like Sargento. 	
 	 	 	In this business, you gotta be cold. 	
 	 	 	Look at it this way: All at once, I got my revenge and saved him from a lifetime of servitude. Think of it as a small mercy. 	
 	 	 	Sorry for misleading you, but if you knew I was only coming here to kill Hal, you probably wouldn't have come along. 	
 	 	 	All business and no questions with you, that's good. 	
 	 	 	Hal ripped me off. On our last job, he took way more than his fair share of the cut, then lied about it. 	
 	 	 	By the time I found out, he had decided to part ways under the guise of not wanting to settle down at the Crater. 	
 	 	 	I needed to send a message that no one pulls a fast one on Gentleman Johnny Weston, not even my best friend, Hal. 	Deadly serious.
 	 	 	Sure. 	
 	 	 	You do. 	
 	 	 	I did. 	Cold
 	 	 	Hal, my man, you look like hell! 	Starts off friendly and inviting.
 	 	 	It suits you, because that's exactly where you're going. 	Ends on a very cold note.
 	 	 	Nah, a bit dim and may smell like a well-used loo, but that's the worst of it. 	BRITISH ACCENT. Says this line if the player did not convince Johnny to treat them with dignity.
 	 	 	Nah, me drudge here's bloody brill. Wins fights and rarely gets knackered. All's good, innit? 	BRITISH ACCENT. Says this line if the player convinced Johnny to treat them with dignity.
 	 	 	I get it. Gotta fetch a good price while you still can. Anything else I should know about this one? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, mate. I'm chuffed. But, I'm looking to move on out, and I think he's better served here with you. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Yeah, mate. I'm chuffed. But, I'm looking to move on out, and I think she's better served here with you. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Oi, Sargento! 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	You botched it pretty bad! No time to chat now, so we're gonna have to find Hal, and get the hell out of here. Try not to get us all killed! 	Very upset with the player. The player ruined his plan, and they now have to resort to Plan B.
 	 	 	Okay, fine. I'll throw some caps your way when we're done with this. 	He's a little reluctant, but due to the time pressure, he agrees.
 	 	 	Sargento's a sick bastard, but he's a man of his word, if nothing else. He's not the type to renege on a deal. 	
 	 	 	He will be. I've already done some investigation. 	
 	 	 	Worst case scenario, it's inevitable that Sargento brings the two of you together, and that will be your opportunity. 	
 	 	 	Yeah. This place will be cleared out, and the guards won't be looking here. 	
 	 	 	Besides, you seem like the bloodthirsty type. You may end up killing them all anyway. 	
 	 	 	I guess you'll just have to bide your time until you can. 	
 	 	 	It may not be what you want to hear, but between you and Hal, I'm sure you'll be able to figure out something. 	
 	 	 	Alright, time to get back in character, then. 	
 	 	 	Ok look, Sargento's coming. He already wants to buy you, so other than the formalities, it's a done deal. Any questions? 	
 	 	 	Here's a key. Keep it hidden. After you and Hal bust out, meet me here. 	
 	 	 	It's laced with a heavy sedative to knock you out and counter the adrenaline, in case you were to try something stupid. 	
 	 	 	Here's what's going to happen now: Sargento will offer you a drink from the Winner's Cup. 	
 	 	 	Sure thing. 	
 	 	 	After you win, I'll come meet you down on the arena floor, where we'll go over the final plans. Then you're on your own. 	Hushed voice. He's switched out of his other persona and is now discretely talking to the player about the real plan.
 	 	 	Oh, I also found some new information we can use to our advantage, if you so choose. 	Hushed.
 	 	 	I'm certain I can convince Maximum Maddie to throw the round if l tell her I'll disable her collar and buy her freedom. 	hushed.
 	 	 	So, what kind of help do you want from me this round? 	
 	 	 	Ah, not if I disable it first. 	BRITISH ACCENT. Hushed. Trying to sound clever and set Maddie at ease.
 	 	 	I'm going to make your master a lucrative offer to buy you, and when this is all done, you're free to go. 	BRITISH ACCENT. Hushed voice.
 	 	 	'ello, Maddie, I want to offer you a shot at freedom. 	BRITISH ACCENT. Hushed voice. He's pulling a con on Maddie in the locker room, with guards nearby.
 	 	 	Sure. 	hushed
 	 	 	Okay, listen up. I've found a couple ways we can tip the scale in our favor. 	Hushed.
 	 	 	Nuclear Don was using some strange new blend of chems to give himself an edge. Now that he's dead, we can steal it and use it ourselves. 	Hushed.
 	 	 	I also discovered a powerful turret system built into the arena. I bet I can hack it and turn it against your targets in the ring. 	Hushed
 	 	 	There's not much to go over. If all else fails, we're going out guns blazing. It won't be ideal. 	Hushed
 	 	 	We'll need to murder every last one of these chumps, and still rescue Hal. 	Hushed.
 	 	 	Let me be clear: do not lead us into Plan B. I will not be happy. 	Hushed. Deadly serious.
 	 	 	It's a deterrent in case a fighter tries to escape, turns on the audience, or in the case of today's match, if they end a round in last place. 	hushed
 	 	 	It's designed to blow up at the push of a button, taking your neck with it. 	hushed
 	 	 	But don't worry, I've replaced yours with a dud collar. I picked it up last time I was here and removed the explosives. 	Hushed
 	 	 	Like it? It's a character I whipped up, just in case. I don't want anyone here knowing who I am, or tracing it back to the Crater. 	Hushed
 	 	 	So instead, I'm Reginald P. Humphries, from jolly old England, mate! 	Hushed. Switch to BRITISH ACCENT at "I'm Reginald..." for the rest of the line.
 	 	 	Got stuck in D.C. when the airplanes stopped running and couldn't make it back across the pond. 	Hushed. BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	I know it's not elegant, but when the lie is specific and disgusting enough, people don't bother asking questions. As you can see, it worked. 	Hushed
 	 	 	Sorry, just trying to make this more believable. 	Hushed
 	 	 	I was going to enroll you as the "Septic Survivor," but I'll think of something a little more dignified. 	hushed
 	 	 	Other than that, I'm going to need you to roll with the punches, just like you did back there. No sense blowing our cover over egos. 	
 	 	 	While you're down here, I'll work my magic in the stands, doing recon and making deals. 	Hushed voice.
 	 	 	There are three rounds. You'll need to fend off whatever they throw at you. 	Hushed
 	 	 	Between each round, I'll come back here for a pep talk, and we'll discuss our various options. 	Hushed.
 	 	 	I'm counting on you to come in first. Don't let me down. 	Hushed.
 	 	 	I signed you up as an alternate to get you into today's match, so you'll go in if one of the current fighters loses before the match is over. 	
 	 	 	I have a good feeling that's going to happen, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. 	Said with a wink wink, nudge nudge. He's going to orchestrate it so another contestant loses.
 	 	 	Now, if you screw up and they try to detonate your collar, it's on to Plan B: Kill everyone, save Hal, and make it out alive. 	
 	 	 	Oi! You heard the nice bloke. Come over here so I can put this collar 'round your scrawny neck. 	BRITISH ACCENT. Johnny is now talking to the player.
 	 	 	No worries, old chap. I've got it right here. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Poor thing's got the trots, he does. Had to go 'round the back way so he could do his duty outside before entering, like the proper scum he is. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Should be all empty now. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	No worries, old chap. I've got it right here. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Poor thing's got the trots, she does. Had to go 'round the back way so she could do her duty outside before entering, like the proper scum she is.	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Should be all empty now. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	So, here's how it'll go down. Meet me at the Watoga Civic Center. I'll do some legwork before you get there. 	
 	 	 	You'll want to slip in the back entrance. I'll be waiting, in character. 	
 	 	 	We'll get you into the competition, and I'll go over the final details with you once I know more. 	
 	 	 	See you there, partner. 	
 	 	 	Alright. 	
 	 	 	That is a bit of an unknown, so it's mostly going to be on you to figure out. 	One of the few questions he doesn't have a definite answer for, but he has confidence in the player's abilities.
 	 	 	Luckily, after the competition, the place tends to clear out pretty fast, so you'll only have a few guards to deal with. 	
 	 	 	They're nothing special, so whichever direction you choose to go, I think you'll be able to handle it. 	
 	 	 	Of course, I'll help where I can. 	
 	 	 	You will. I'm going to rig the competition in your favor, so there's no way you'll lose. 	Confident.
 	 	 	Now, on the off chance you somehow fail, I won't be happy, but we'll have to improvise. 	Stress that he won't be happy.
 	 	 	Think of this as a trial run for the vault job. It'll let me know how much I can trust you. 	
 	 	 	It seems to change from time to time, but I've got word that the next competition is your standard arena battle. 	
 	 	 	You versus whatever feral ghouls and other creatures they've dug up. First prize goes to whichever combatant clears them out fastest. 	
 	 	 	Fair enough. I know it sounds insane, but trust me, I've pulled off much more complicated and dangerous cons. This is nothing. 	To Johnny, this is no big deal. He's not worried.
 	 	 	If you stick with me and do what I tell you, it'll go smooth as pre-war butter. I'll be doing all the heavy lifting. 	This is kind of a lie, since the player is always going to be the one in the most risky situations, but he says it confidently.
 	 	 	As you should. 	Calm and optimistic.
 	 	 	Alright, that's the spirit! 	Enthusiastic
 	 	 	I want to pass you off as my slave. I'll make a deal to sell you to Hal's master, after you win the competition that we'll rig in your favor. 	Said with the utmost confidence, and not a shred of doubt.
 	 	 	Once you get into the slave quarters, you and Hal will break out and rendezvous with me. Any questions? 	
 	 	 	Whoa, kick it down a notch, Captain Murder-hobo. That's plan B. Plan A is all about safety and finesse. 	
 	 	 	Not quite, but close. 	Keeping the enthusiasm up, not said in a tone that's shooting the player down.
 	 	 	Now Hal isn't much of a fighter, so he's being held there by one of these guys for some other purpose. 	
 	 	 	Okay. I'll create a distraction, and you raid Don's locker for the chems. 	hushed
 	 	 	I can only distract for so long without raising suspicion, so be quick. 	hushed
 	 	 	The chems should last at least one round, so make it count. 	hushed
 	 	 	You got it. Based on what I heard, this shouldn't arouse suspicion because malfunctions happen all the time with their system. 	hushed
 	 	 	Sure thing. Maddie's anxious and focused on self-preservation. She'll be an easy con. 	hushed
 	 	 	It's unfortunate what happens to the losers here, but Maddie deserves to die. 	hushed
 	 	 	I just need you to go talk to the guard and distract him while I do it. You're cool with that, right? 	hushed
 	 	 	Hmm. Okay, okay. Gotta admire the confidence, but remember what's at stake here. 	hushed
 	 	 	If you lose, it's on you, and there will be consequences. Don't blow it. 	Hushed. Making it clear he will be disappointed if the player loses.
 	 	 	Option one: Steal and use performance-enhancing chems from Nuclear Don's locker while I distract the guard. 	hushed
 	 	 	Option two: I can hack the arena's turret system to fight for you during your round. 	hushed
 	 	 	Or, option three: I can con Maximum Maddie into throwing the round, which will make it unlikely you'll come in last place. 	hushed
 	 	 	Great! Then it's settled! Pleasure doing business with you. 	
 	 	 	Alright, alright, you drive a hard bargain. Twenty-Five percent it is. 	If there's a way to make this sound like this was his goal all along without actually saying it, that'd be perfect.
 	 	 	People fight for riches, food, supplies, whatever they're willing to bet. 	
 	 	 	Half the competitors are slaves, and their masters are betting on them. Others are just people trying to make their fortune. 	
 	 	 	So, these guys run an arena, in what used to be the Watoga Civic Center. 	
 	 	 	Right, so about this competition. 	
 	 	 	Good. 	
 	 	 	The best cons require a partner. Someone to help sell the illusion. 	
 	 	 	In this case, my partner, i.e. you, are going to play a critical role in selling that illusion. 	
 	 	 	I could probably rescue Hal myself, but it's riskier than I like. I figure, with your skills, there's very little chance we can screw this up. 	
 	 	 	It happened after we found the Crater and decided to settle, but Hal's not the type who enjoys being in one place for too long. 	
 	 	 	To be honest, neither am I, but Meg's crew offers resources and opportunities that we just weren't finding on our own anymore. 	
 	 	 	Hal thought we'd be better off on our own. I told him I was staying put. He struck out by himself, and that was the end of it. 	
 	 	 	My best guess is that when he and I split, he kept following the trail South. 	
 	 	 	The hooligans from the Watoga arena must have offered him his life in exchange for servitude. 	
 	 	 	Knowing Hal, he probably figured he would bide his time and find a way out of his situation later. 	
 	 	 	These guys run a deadly arena competition out of the old civic center. 	"These GUYS," not "THESE guys"
 	 	 	Meg asked me to scope it out and find out what their deal was. See if maybe we could get them to join us. 	
 	 	 	It was clear these weren't the type of people we wanted in our crew. Slavery's a big no-no with Meg, and these folks are all about it. 	
 	 	 	But, while I was betting on one of the matches, I spotted Hal waiting on people hand and foot in one of the arena's luxury boxes. 	
 	 	 	Alright, shoot. 	
 	 	 	Alright, I knew you'd be on board! 	
 	 	 	So here's what's what. I used to run jobs with my partner Hal. Hal's a dear old friend. Known him since before the war. 	Looking back with fondness.
 	 	 	Hal and I went our separate ways when I joined up with Meg's crew. 	
 	 	 	Now he's being held as a slave by a group of unsavory hooligans out by Watoga, and being forced to do... who knows what. 	
 	 	 	I've got a plan to free him. 	
 	 	 	Glad you asked! Simple answer: it's a two-person job. 	
 	 	 	C'mon, you should know that's a non-starter for me, Vault Dweller. 	Not pleased, but not upset.
 	 	 	See, I don't need your little vault raid to make dough, but you do need me. Just listen to what I've got to say, then make up your mind. 	
 	 	 	Heh, definitely no kids. Can't make any promises about suicidal ghouls, but I can say Lou won't be involved. 	Amused
 	 	 	Nah, this'll be fun, I promise. 	
 	 	 	Ah, great! Enthusiasm, I love it! 	Excited
 	 	 	Okay, fine, it's a catch. Is that what you need to hear? Does it matter? Let's just move on. 	Not upset, but playing it off as no big deal.
 	 	 	Let me lay it out for you. There's a reason Meg wants me on this job. She believes we're going to run into people down there. 	Said with a smirk
 	 	 	If 79's anything like Vault 76, there are living, breathing people inside just waiting for their vault to open up. 	
 	 	 	And if these people are anything like you and your little friends, they'll be naive and easy as pie to manipulate into giving us whatever we want.	Not said in an insulting way, but yeah, it's totally an insult
 	 	 	No offense, of course. 	Definitely a bit of a clapback
 	 	 	And you've done a good job with that, haven't you. 	Johnny's patronizing the player a little here, but it shouldn't sound like it.
 	 	 	Don't worry, you were plenty careful, but ol' Johnny's got his ways. 	Insinuating that he's more clever than he appears
 	 	 	Heh, catch? It's not a catch, so much as it is a business deal. 	Amused. He's playing this off as no big deal.
 	 	 	Before I sign on for your vault raid, I need you to do something for me. 	
 	 	 	You've got the kind of skills I need to help pull off a very important job. 	
 	 	 	Well... See, that's where it gets tricky. 	
 	 	 	There's this other job I need some assistance with before I can devote any time to stealing from what's left of the federal government. 	
 	 	 	And from what I've seen and heard, you're just the sort of person that could help me out. 	What a sales pitch!
 	 	 	Hey there, Vault Dweller. I've heard all about the plans for that Vault 79 raid of yours, so I'll spare you the time and tell you I'm in. 	He's very much trying to cut to the chase here.
 	 	 	All that sweet, sweet gold is as good as ours. 	
 	 	 	I take it you're ready to talk business about this vault job of yours. No need to convince me, I'm already on board! 	The player has already spoken to him once, but they've come back. He's very much trying to cut to the chase here.
 	 	 	All that sweet, sweet gold is as good as ours. 	
 	 	 	Keep quiet and let me do the talking for now. Follow me, and remember, you're my slave. 	Spoken in a hushed voice (though loud enough for the player to hear)
 	 	 	I asked you a question! 	BRITISH ACCENT. Angry
 	 	 	Hey, you're doing great so far. You're going to need to step it up, though. 	Hushed voice. Pleased by the player's performance, but not particularly impressed.
 	 	 	Wow! People out there seem impressed! Keep it up and this'll be a piece of cake! 	Hushed voice. Very impressed with the player's performance, genuinely enthusiastic.
 	 	 	Stand down, slave. It'd be a shame if you were to get injured before your next fight. 	Said with a hint of disgust that the player would approach him.
 	 	 	Good job, Septic Survivor, but you're going to need to do better than that to win the final round. Second place is now last place. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Good job, Atomic Avenger, but you're going to need to do better than that to win the final round. Second place is now last place. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Brilliant, Septic Survivor! First place again! We're in the final round now, so keep up the good work, and we'll win this thing. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Brilliant, Atomic Avenger! First place again! We're in the final round now, so keep up the good work, and we'll win this thing. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Quick, listen up. 	Hurried. He doesn't have much time.
 	 	 	New guy, huh? Hopefully you'll last longer than the last one. 	Trying to be friendly, despite their shared circumstances as slaves.
 	 	 	New gal, huh? Hopefully you'll last longer than the last one. 	Trying to be friendly, despite their shared circumstances as slaves.
 	 	 	Hey, thanks, Vault Dweller. 	Playing it off as if everything's normal. Even though he just killed the guy he said he was here to save.
 	 	 	Welcome back, Seven-Six. I take it Johnny's on board? 	
 	 	 	What the hell was that? I told you to play along, not talk back. You'll blow our cover! <sigh> Just... stick to the plan from now on. 	Spoken in a hushed voice, clearly annoyed (though loud enough for the player to hear)
 	 	 	Hey, thanks for playing it cool. 	Spoken in a hushed voice (though loud enough for the player to hear)
 	 	 	Game time. 	Spoken in a hushed voice (though loud enough for the player to hear). The player exited dialogue, then came back.
 	 	 	Hey, we don't have time to mess around. 	Hurried. He doesn't have much time. The player backed out of dialogue and then came back after getting the key.
 	 	 	One more thing... 	The player backed out of dialogue, and returns. Johnny's not finished yet.
 	 	 	I didn't think we were done yet... 	The player backed out of dialogue, and returns. Johnny's not finished yet. Emphasis on "think"
 	 	 	Now that we've settled that... 	The player backed out of dialogue, and returns. They've finished discussing business with Johnny. Emphasis on "that"
 	 	 	Boy, you really screwed things up, didn't you? 	Really annoyed at the player.
 	 	 	Yeah, I know we need to talk, but now's not the time! 	Annoyed at the player.
 	 	 	If only you had stuck to the plan! 	Annoyed at the player.
 	 	 	We could have avoided all this, but no, I just had to trust you! 	Annoyed at the player.
 	 	 	You know what? just... no... we'll talk later. I'm still pissed. 	Annoyed at the player.
 	 	 	Now that that's over, we can focus on getting into that Vault. I'm... we. We're gonna be rich! 	He catches himself, and remembers to include the player, not wanting to show his hand too early.
 	 	 	Well, it was messy, but we got the job done, no thanks to you. 	Annoyed at the player.
 	 	 	We're done here. Go on and get back to base. 	
 	 	 	See, I told you we could do it. Not such a crazy plan after all, eh? 	
 	 	 	Oi! Back away, slave! Know your place! 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	What did I say? No biscuits 'til you've earned it! 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	You're the bloody slave, and I'm your master. Don't make me remind you again! 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Scum like you doesn't speak unless spoken to! 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	You got it, old chap. Now I've got to get back and make sure me fighter ain't got into some trouble. Pleasure doing business! 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Okay, we got a deal. I won't let Maddie get near your fighter. And you better not forget to tell the boss. 	He's content with this arrangement, and looking forward to a promotion.
 	 	 	I would. Swear on me dead mum's grave. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Hm... You'd do that? 	He's considering Johhny's offer.
 	 	 	You giving me guff? Do you want to see me really cheesed off? 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Your boss man is showin' considerable interest in purchasing me fighter when we win it. 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	He's not gonna want damaged goods, understand? 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Now, you do a good job, maybe I tell Sargento, and you move up in the world. Does that sound like the dog's bollocks, or what? 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Right, now there's a man who knows 'is onions. Where was I? Oh, yeah. I saw Maddie over there givin' me slave the ol' googly eyes. 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Now, I dunno, given 'er cannibalistic past, if she wants a meal, or if she just wants a quick snog. 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Either way, I want you to keep that dodgy nutter away from me fighter, or I'll make sure Sargento knows who buggered it all up. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, you think he's going to like that? Gonna give you a nice fat promotion for that cock-up? 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Or, you think he's gonna cut off your arms and make you his next arena fighter? 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Maybe feed said arms to a captive deathclaw as a nice appetizer for the main course: you. 	BRITISH ACCENT
 	 	 	Oh, it's like that, innit? You should know that Sargento's a very busy man, and that he don't like being disturbed when he's running 'is show? 	BRITISH ACCENT.
 	 	 	Now, how's he gonna respond when I tell 'im you're the one what told me to bother him when you're perfectly capable of handling this yourself? 	
 	 	 	You got a problem, buddy? Take it up with the boss man, Sargento. 	Indifferent. He doesn't have time for this crap, even though he's just been standing around being bored.
 	 	 	Oi! There's something I need to speak with you about! 	BRITISH ACCENT. Slightly agitated.
 	 	 	Oh no, of course not. And, I'm not actually going to disable her collar. She'll pop like the others. 	Hushed, nonchalant
 	 	 	Don't worry though, she deserves it. She was exiled and sold into slavery because she killed kids and ate them. Real nasty stuff. 	Hushed, nonchalant.
 	 	 	Your call. 	Hushed.
 	 	 	Good, go do your thing and I'll do mine. 	hushed
 	 	 	Uhh... are you telling me that you lied about it this whole time? What was that ungodly smell then? 	British Accent. Caught off guard at first. Was expecting the player to play along.
 	 	 	Either way, you'll get a sound thrashing for it if you survive! 	British accent.
 	 	 	Good, because it'll be the end of you if you do. 	British accent. Keeping the player in their place.
 	 	 	Oh there you are! Hurry along then, we're late! You're lucky I didn't feed you to the mirelurks when I had the chance! 	Normal volume. British accent. Acting as if the player is his lowly slave.
 	 	 	Hal! Boy, you've really got yourself in a pickle. 	Friendly, meant to catch Hal off guard. Hal needs to believe that Johhny is here to rescue him.
 	 	 	Hurry up, will ya? 	Quick and impatient. He's upset with the player for making things more difficult for him.
 	 	 	Luckily, I slipped the key from Sargento while he wasn't looking. 	A sense of urgency. He's trying to get to his friend quickly and get out before the player gets them all killed. He's still upset at the player.
 	 	 	What do you have to say for yourself, slave? 	BRITISH ACCENT. Feigning contempt for making him look bad.
 	 	 	Bloody hell! Get over here and answer me, before I have to drag you in me self! 	BRITISH ACCENT. The player isn't nearby like they should be and hasn't responded to his question.
 	 	 	Alright, Septic Survivor, get out there when they call you and don't let me down! I've got a lot of caps riding on you! 	BRITISH ACCENT. This is what Johnny calls the player if they did not ask for more dignity.
 	 	 	Alright, Atomic Avenger, get out there when they call you and don't let me down! I've got a lot of caps riding on you! 	BRITISH ACCENT. This is what Johnny calls the player if they asked for more dignity.
==W05_MQR_205P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Yeah, yeah. Alright, let's get moving. 	He reluctantly agrees. He's still disappointed that he didn't get his moment to shine and was upstaged by the player and Gail.
 	 	 	Okay yeah buddy, we'll be sure not to touch anything. Can you believe that joker? 	Sarcastic. He has no intention of listening to the Agent.
 	 	 	Guess we were wrong. Everyone's dead after all. 	He's starting to think he may be trapped in here forever.
 	 	 	Shit. 	Realizing that he's screwed.
 	 	 	Just gotta reroute the logic gate here... 	Talking to himself, hacking the terminal.
 	 	 	Accessing the root directory... 	Talking to himself. Concentrating on hacking the terminal.
 	 	 	Okay, good. I've bypassed the lockout timer. 	Concentrating on hacking the terminal.
 	 	 	Sit back and watch ol' Gentleman Johnny show this system who's boss. 	He's getting too cocky for his own good here.
 	 	 	You're damn right I do. Now, watch, and maybe you'll learn something! 	The player failed Johnny before, so he looks down on them and thinks he's superior.
 	 	 	Oh boy, you really are nuts, aren't you? 	Johnny does not have a good relationship with the player, so he looks down on them.
 	 	 	Nope, we're doing it my way, you got it? 	Making sure the player knows he's in charge.
 	 	 	Okay, fine. Whatever. Listen to the Vault Dweller, then. 	He's being petulant.
 	 	 	I'll just be over here twiddling my thumbs I guess. 	Petulant
 	 	 	Good luck, Vault Dweller. I still expect my full cut, by the way. 	Petulant
 	 	 	I wouldn't say always... 	Again, trying to dig himself out of this hole.
 	 	 	Aw c'mon, You know I don't mean it. I'm just jokin' around. 	Trying to dig himself out of this hole
 	 	 	It's crazy, but it might work as long as the big oaf doesn't break it first. 	He considers the idea at first, but it dawns on him that it makes sense. He doesn't have a lot of respect for Gail, though.
 	 	 	Alright Gail, hop in the booth and listen to me. 	
 	 	 	I don't know. Why would you? You just seem a little more anxious than normal. I got this, just be patient. 	He's being paranoid here. For good reason. The player is suddenly telling Johnny to keep hacking the system when it seems unsafe.
 	 	 	Nah, you've always done me solid, Vault Dweller. 	Johnny trusts the player based on past experiences, so he's willing to believe them here.
 	 	 	I am, don't you start doubting me now, Vault Dweller! 	Getting defensive. He's the best, why would anyone doubt his abilities?
 	 	 	Just a minor inconvenience, that's all. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I've got to be more careful about this. 	Sincere, but he suspects the player could be up to something.
 	 	 	I assume you're okay with that, and not trying to rush me for some reason? 	Suspects the player may be up to something.
 	 	 	For the love of... Don't repeat exactly what was said, Gail. Put it in your own words. 	Annoyed with Gail. He thinks she's stupid.
 	 	 	This system's more advanced than I expected. It's full of countermeasures. 	Frustrated.
 	 	 	While not unbeatable, it's gonna be tricky. And, it sounds like there isn't much room for error. 	
 	 	 	I'm listening, but I haven't given up just yet. 	
 	 	 	Listen, I'm the expert here. You couldn't even follow simple instructions back in Sargento's Arena, so why would I trust you with a plan now? 	
 	 	 	Maybe you should shut up, kid. I can't think with you blabbering on like that. 	Frustrated, and taking it out on Ra-Ra.
 	 	 	Well, that's not good. 	Finally admitting something's not right, but not explicitly taking blame.
 	 	 	Just sit tight. I've almost got this. 	Head down, busy hacking the terminal.
 	 	 	I've got this under control. I'm going to give it another go, and we're going to get out of here. 	Confident.
 	 	 	Hey, that was the only one. 	Defensive.
 	 	 	I was young and stupid back then, and I only got caught because my crew bailed on me. 	Defensive.
 	 	 	I've learned a lot since then. I'll get this one. 	
 	 	 	Sorry, no can do. Room's sealed tight. Must be one of the security measures. 	
 	 	 	Now hold on. 	He's going to say something else that should set the player at ease.
 	 	 	Yeah, don't get your unmentionables in a bunch. 	Still calm, but a little annoyed with the player for doubting him.
 	 	 	It's supposed to scan the person and connect them with someone on the other end, audio only. 	
 	 	 	I presume they'll unlock the way forward if we can answer some questions. 	
 	 	 	With all the automation around here, I guess they were worried about someone sending a robot in to rob the place. 	
 	 	 	Having done something like that before myself, I can see why. 	
 	 	 	Hey, so we hit a little snag. It happens. 	Again, this is no big deal.
 	 	 	I'm good at what I do because I don't back down from a challenge. 	Confident.
 	 	 	I'm not worried about this, so neither should you be. 	
 	 	 	Funny thing. A long time ago, I broke into a similar system up at the Federal Reserve in New York. 	
 	 	 	This here biometric scanner must run off some sort of central database. Seems it can detect a known felon, and it's completely locked me out. 	
 	 	 	We need it in order to get in. 	
 	 	 	I may have tripped some sort of hidden security measures while trying to brute force my way through the system. 	He doesn't want to admit he did anything wrong here, so he's downplaying it.
 	 	 	Everything's fine. There isn't a system I can't beat. 	Cocky.
 	 	 	Oh hey. You! Vault dweller! 	He notices the player.
 	 	 	Nothing! Just... 	He interrupts himself when he notices the player.
 	 	 	What should Gail and Ra-Ra do? 	
 	 	 	That'll just make it worse! 	Frustrated and taking it out on Gail.
 	 	 	You want Gail smash it up real good? 	Genuinely trying to help. She's offering to smash the system that is giving Johnny some difficulty.
 	 	 	Aw c'mon! Don't do me like this, you hunk of junk! 	Frustrated with the system. It's not working as he expected.
 	 	 	Slight hitch in the plan. 	He's playing off a big problem as not a big deal
 	 	 	You got it, boss lady. Let's go. 	Anxious to get moving, but charming and cool about it.
 	 	 	Hot damn, that was a sight to behold. 	Whistle appreciatively beforehand. He's impressed with the spectacle of the Vault door having been blown away.
 	 	 	Harsh, Meg. That was one time. 	A little surprised by Meg's response, but he doesn't let it get to him. Implying that there was a vague, possibly romantic incident between them.
 	 	 	You know me, Meg, I'm always ready. 	Charming and eager to please.
 	 	 	Haha! Kid's got you there! I'm starting to like her style! 	The player's been mean to Ra-Ra so she won't do something for them. Johnny thinks this is hilarious.
 	 	 	This looks like the place, and that looks like the guy. I think you should talk to him, hot shot. 	Johnny's still beating himself up a bit over not being able to be useful earlier, but he's at least trying to be helpful.
 	 	 	Send Gail into the booth. It's going to scan her, make sure she's not a robot, then check her against a database. 	He's disappointed to give this information. He's moping about because he thinks he has failed and is now useless.
 	 	 	Assuming she passes, we'll find out if anyone is alive in here. 	Still disappointed he can't be the one to save the day.
 	 	 	Then it'll be up to your smooth talking to coach her and convince them to let us in. Easy. 	Still disappointed.
 	 	 	Yeah, yeah. Ha ha. Laugh it up, kiddo. 	He is not amused. Okay, maybe a little. But it's at his expense, so maybe don't show it. The "ha ha" is spoken dryly
 	 	 	I'm not getting... you know what? I'm just going stand here and wait for the door to open. 	
 	 	 	That doesn't even make any sense. 	
 	 	 	Uh huh. You're just afraid I'm right. 	Said with a smirk. He doesn't believe Gail, so he's teasing her a little.
 	 	 	Ok, fine, give me the minigun, and I'll show you. 	
 	 	 	Hey, I'm pretty damn good at it, I just don't have a giant minigun like Gail does. 	
 	 	 	Door's shut tight. See if you can open it remotely. Maybe a terminal somewhere? 	Shouting to the player from the next room over.
 	 	 	We'll guard it in case anything's on the other side. 	
 	 	 	Don't worry, Lou's an expert at this sort of thing. He'll have us in there in no time. 	
 	 	 	I am ready to get this show on the road! 	
 	 	 	Stick with me when we're in there, and nothing'll go wrong. 	
 	 	 	I know you're not so good at listening to directions, but once we're in there, you'd better do your job and take orders if you want us to succeed.	
 	 	 	We tried that already. She's too short for the scanner to work. 	
 	 	 	The system flagged her as a potential threat, and that's what triggered the robots you presumably had to fight on the way here. 	
 	 	 	Good. Because I don't like you pressuring me. I may just need to take a different approach here. 	
==W05_MQA_206P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I don't believe Digger would ever turn on us, but AC is in charge. It's his call. 	
 	 	 	That's not Digger. Not any more. That thing needs to die. 	
 	 	 	I'm not dangerous. You've gotta tell him that 	desperate
 	 	 	Those feral ghouls creep me out. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for standing up for me with AC. 	
 	 	 	Given how successfully you led a bunch of scoundrels to raid a top secret government Vault, I'd almost suspect you've done this before. 	The player approaches Johnny after resolving matters of splitting the gold. Johnny has made out favorably.
 	 	 	You know, I figured you might be the type to screw us over like that. 	The player approaches Johnny after resolving matters of splitting the gold. Johnny is now getting less gold, or no gold, based on the player's choice
 	 	 	I was wrong about you. You're not a screw-up, but you're no hero either. You're just nuts. Why'd you give half of Crater's share over to Foundation?	The player approaches Johnny after resolving matters of splitting the gold. Johnny is now getting less gold, based on the player's choice
 	 	 	Heh, try not to bleed all over me. 	Amused, cocky. He doesn't believe the player can kill him.
 	 	 	Glad you asked. I expected big things from you in the Arena. 	Disappointed.
 	 	 	Meg's got nothing to do with it. 	Very serious, telling the truth.
 	 	 	And, she'll never know that you died heroically fighting off a horde of feral ghouls, sacrificing yourself so that I could survive. 	Fabricating an elaborate, but believably lie about the player's fate, as if telling a tragic story.
 	 	 	Don't worry, she'll know how generous you were, pledging your share of the gold to me with your dying breath. 	Still the same clever lie, as if this were a major tragedy. He almost sounds grateful.
 	 	 	Go on, I could use a laugh before you die. 	Clearly amused, but deadly serious.
 	 	 	That's what makes this so hard for me. You were great. I couldn't have asked to work with a better partner. But, business is business. 	Honestly regretful, but also greedy.
 	 	 	But you let me down big time, buddy. I can't imagine a future where we work together. 	Disappointed, and it's a wonder he hasn't already shot yet, because he is pissed.
 	 	 	You weren't terrible, but I don't think I can trust you enough to work with you again in the future. 	Disappointed, but not angry
 	 	 	And given your success here, that's something Meg will almost certainly expect 	
 	 	 	It's only a matter of time before Meg ditches me because you're willing to work for pennies. Or worse, you get me killed. 	
 	 	 	Fuck, I knew it! 	Pissed at himself for not catching the player's setup to lure him into a false sense of security.
 	 	 	Yeah, I get that. How about this: I'll give you some of my share of the gold when this is all over. 	Sincere. He's realized his mistake and wants to make up for it.
 	 	 	I know it may not seem like much, but greed almost cost me another friend. Think of it as... symbolic or some shit. 	He's disappointed in himself, and trying to make up for it.
 	 	 	You're... a good partner. Thanks. I hope we can let bygones be bygones. 	Sincere. Though, it may have been hard for him to say.
 	 	 	Wow, would you look at that. You weren't joking about this being a big score! 	Genuinely impressed
 	 	 	Yeah, I think it's for the best. All in all, you're not a bad partner. 	Sheepishly realizing his mistake and trying to move past it.
 	 	 	Sounds like a good start. 	
 	 	 	I know there's a trust issue between us now, but I hope we can work together again and fix that. Let bygones be bygones. 	Sincere.
 	 	 	You're... a good partner. You've made me realize the value in that. 	Sincere.
 	 	 	Well, I know my word isn't worth much now, but you made me see the error of my ways. 	There's some regret in his voice. He knows he messed up and hopes the player accepts his admission of guilt.
 	 	 	I hope we can let bygones be bygones. Water under the bridge and all that. You're... a good partner. Thanks. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for helping me see the light. 	Sincere.
 	 	 	Bastard! I knew you were up to something! 	He realizes that he let the player get into his head and he let his guard down. Now he's mad.
 	 	 	What are you, some sort of walking, talking self-help book? 	Getting upset, briefly.
 	 	 	Ah, forget it, you're right. I'll get way more praise for pulling this job off with you, hot shot, than for shooting you in the back. 	Loosening up again, and realizing his mistakes.
 	 	 	Ehh, you're right. I barely know you. I shouldn't regret it, but, I didn't think it'd happen with Hal either. 	Coming to terms with his own regrets.
 	 	 	I was angry. I wasn't thinking straight, and now, I'm here letting my greed get the better of me. What the hell am I becoming? 	Kind of disgusted with himself
 	 	 	Maybe you're right. Meg didn't even think twice about accepting my demand for such a huge cut of the gold. 	Realizing he didn't know or appreciate that he had it so good.
 	 	 	She practically gives me free rein to do what I want. I didn't realize how good I've got it. 	
 	 	 	Of course I do. I think about it every god damn day since it happened. 	Upset at himself for what he's done and can't take back.
 	 	 	I thought it'd send a message for people to fear crossing me, to respect me, but I just feel like shit. 	Realizing he messed up.
 	 	 	I might miss you, but we really just met, so I wouldn't miss you much. 	
 	 	 	But if I'm being honest, I wouldn't miss you at all. I might even miss you less, since you went and mentioned Hal. 	Getting upset with the player for bringing up a painful memory.
 	 	 	Should have just killed you when I had the chance! 	Regrets letting his guard down. He's angry, but more angry at himself.
 	 	 	Alright. And for the record, I'm glad you talked me out of this. I don't know what I was thinking. 	Somewhat relieved, as if he didn't really want to go through with backstabbing the player in the first place.
 	 	 	I was about to make a huge mistake that could have cost me a new business partner. 	Relieved.
 	 	 	I'm looking forward to pulling future jobs with you. 	Actually kind of genuine.
 	 	 	Sure, it's your funeral, pal. 	Cocky
 	 	 	I knew you'd see it my way. 	A little proud of himself.
 	 	 	Saves me the trouble of having to explain to Meg why you didn't return alive. 	
 	 	 	Pleasure doing business with you. 	Blurring the line between sincere and not
 	 	 	Let's hear it. 	He doesn't sound convinced, but he's willing to see how it plays out.
 	 	 	Gladly. I was hoping you'd say that. 	Amused, cocky.
 	 	 	Damn it... That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Hal was my partner. My best friend. I loved him like... like a brother. 	This cuts him deep. He really did have feelings for Hal. He's caught uncharacteristically off guard.
 	 	 	Oh, did she? That's nice, but I'm not worried. I know my way around Meg, if you catch my drift. 	He's clearly not concerned.
 	 	 	It doesn't take much to stay on her good side. I sincerely hope that's not the best you've got. 	
 	 	 	Do you now? First I've heard of it. I suppose it would be a shame to miss out. You were right about this score, after all. 	Suddenly, he's very intrigued.
 	 	 	Okay, consider me mildly skeptical, but interested. 	He's still a little cautious, though
 	 	 	But now, we've got this whole issue of trust between us, or lack thereof. What do you propose? 	Doesn't fully trust the player, and expects the same in return
 	 	 	Shit, really? Had I known you were going to roll over that easy, I would have just asked. 	Amused. He won without even so much as a complaint from the player.
 	 	 	Tell you what, since I'm such a nice guy, I'll even let you keep a little. 	Smarmy as hell.
 	 	 	No need to thank me, just forget this ever happened, okay? 	
 	 	 	Well, you did manage to pull off this heist with a surprising level of competence, so maybe I've misjudged you. 	He's considering the player. Maybe he won't kill them after all.
 	 	 	But it's not enough. Tell you what. I won't kill you, but you're giving me half of whatever gold Meg promised you. Deal? 	Playing hardball now. He'll let the player live, but there's a catch.
 	 	 	You, you're just some vault trash wannabe scumbag. Believe me. You won't be missed. 	He does not hold the player in high regard, after the player failed him in the Arena
 	 	 	Someone found us! I guess miracles do happen. 	
 	 	 	You heard the man, let's get a move on! 	A little impatient, but still friendly.
 	 	 	Makes me real sorry I've gotta do this to you. 	Almost sincere. He's pulling a gun on the player, but he's you know, charming about it.
 	 	 	Oh ho! You had me going there! New plan: we do this the hard way! 	The player had him convinced, but he didn't let down his guard too much. Begin combat.
 	 	 	Yeah, don't mention it. I mean that literally. Don't ever mention it. Now let's get going before anyone worries about what's taking so long. 	Friendly at first, until he clarifies that he means it literally. Then it's vaguely threatening through "don't ever mention it"
 	 	 	Nothing personal. If I cut you out of the equation, that's more gold for me. Any last words? 	Holding a gun up to the player. Confident, almost makes you believe he's really sorry for turning on the player
 	 	 	Heh, maybe I'll come back with my share and see what they've got to offer. 	
 	 	 	You better not be getting any ideas there, Vault Dweller. That gold belongs to all of us. 	
 	 	 	All you, Vault Dweller. 	
 	 	 	Shit, another ghoul! 	
 	 	 	Seems like a mutually lucky situation that we're here. 	
 	 	 	What the hell kind of chems are you on, vault dweller? 	The player just gave away half of what he was expecting as a reward.
 	 	 	What a pal. Told you I liked 'em, Meg. 	
 	 	 	Sorry, what happened? We pulled off a very successful heist. I don't recall any major issues. 	Playing dumb. Johnny tried to betray the player, but told the to keep quiet about it around Meg.
 	 	 	But, if you want to reminisce about the good times we had, you know where to find me in the Crater Core. 	Playing dumb about trying to betray the player.
 	 	 	You had my back, I had yours. What are friends for, huh? 	The player prevented him from getting killed by the security turrets.
 	 	 	And we got the gold, too, so I'm sure we can put whatever misgivings we may have had about each other behind us. 	
 	 	 	Meg and I will load up the gold and make sure it gets back to Crater safely. 	
 	 	 	I'm not sure what to do with my share yet. I'm probably just going to find a safe place to store it for now, until opportunities present themselves.	
 	 	 	As for you... do whatever the heck you want now. Come back to Crater? Strike off on your own? Makes no difference to me. 	
 	 	 	I'll tell you what, though. You ever find another one of these vaults, you can count on me to help break in again. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, I'll see you later, Vault Dweller. Good work in there. 	Sincere.
 	 	 	Wow. Really, Vault Dweller? That's a low blow coming from you. 	Offended by what the player said to him.
 	 	 	Hey, I admit the security system screw-up was on me. But, it almost got me killed, so lesson learned. 	A little annoyed still.
 	 	 	Now, I suggest that if you have any other grudges, you come see me back at Crater and we can hash things out like adults. 	Emphasis on "other." He's trying to avoid talking about how he betrayed the player right now.
 	 	 	And people say I've got an ego. A word of advice. Don't let it go to your head. 	Friendly with the player, and offering them some real advice.
 	 	 	I almost let my own arrogance get the better of me while hacking into the security system. 	Uncharacteristically candid
 	 	 	If you hadn't stopped me when you did... Well, let's just say I probably wouldn't be here to thank you. So, thanks. 	Uncharacteristically candid
 	 	 	Now you're just flattering me. Don't stop. I'm into it. 	Jovial.
 	 	 	But in all seriousness, I should be saying the same to you. 	Becoming serious and uncharacteristically candid. The player saved him from doing something stupid.
 	 	 	You're the one who stopped me from doing something stupid when hacking the security system. I'd be red mist if it weren't for you. Thanks. 	Uncharacteristically candid
 	 	 	Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm a real scumbag. But you know who doesn't deserve it? Everyone else. 	The player either reduced Johnny's share by giving some gold to the other faction, or kept all the gold themselves.
 	 	 	Your decision means that people are going to go hungry. We're not going to be as well-equipped, and we'll be more desperate. 	
 	 	 	You need to understand. More people are going to die because of you. So think about that. 	
 	 	 	Heh, while I appreciate the flattery... You did just pull a fast one on all of us, and we're going to remember that. 	Amused, but also kind of pissed that the player took all the gold for themselves, leaving Johnny with none
 	 	 	If you ever want to show your face around Crater again, you're going to have to find another way to dig yourself out of that hole. 	Pissed that the player took all the gold for themselves, leaving Johnny with none
 	 	 	Yeah... Well... Civility's overrated. Next time, I'd recommend just shooting your mark without warning and taking what's yours. 	The player is insinuating that Johnny betrayed them, and Johnny is responding by playing along without admitting anything.
 	 	 	It'll save you the trouble of even considering to do the right thing. And, you won't ever have to face your mistakes. 	The player is insinuating that Johnny betrayed them, and Johnny is responding by playing along without admitting anything.
 	 	 	Anyway, you managed to pull a fast one on Johnny Weston. That's a story to tell someday. 	Even though he's upset, he's kind of impressed
 	 	 	You're right, I should have trusted my instincts and shot you when I had the chance. But you're also wrong: we're not alike. 	Upset that the player kept all the gold to themselves, cutting him out of his share.
 	 	 	I handle my business with finesse and class. You handle yours with all the finesse of a blunt instrument. 	Upset that the player kept all the gold to themselves, cutting him out of his share.
 	 	 	You don't think about the consequences, but now I guess you'll have to live with them. Good luck digging yourself out of the hole you made. 	Upset that the player kept all the gold to themselves, cutting him out of his share.
 	 	 	Spare the didactic bullshit for someone who needs that lesson. I know a thing or two about playing multiple sides. 	Disappointed that the player gave half his faction's gold to the other faction, reducing his share.
 	 	 	Of course, usually when you do that, you don't reveal your ploy right in front of one of your marks. 	Disappointed that the player gave half his faction's gold to the other faction, reducing his share.
 	 	 	But hey, it's on you now to dig yourself out of that hole. You'd just better hope Meg will let you. 	Disappointed that the player gave half his faction's gold to the other faction, reducing his share.
 	 	 	Fair enough. But you do owe us for the gold you took out of our hands, Vault Dweller. 	Disappointed that the player gave half his faction's gold to the other faction, reducing his reward.
 	 	 	I'm sure we'll find a way to get it back, one way or another, but you're gonna have your work cut out for you if you want to stay on our good side. 	Disappointed that the player gave half his faction's gold to the other faction, reducing his reward.
 	 	 	How generous. Yet, I noticed you didn't give them a share of your gold, you gave them half of our share. 	Sarcastic at first. Disappointed that the player gave half the gold to the other faction, reducing his reward.
 	 	 	People around Crater are going to remember that, so I suggest you make up for it in other ways if you want to stay on our good side. 	Disappointed that the player gave half the gold to the other faction, reducing his reward.
==W05_MQ_004P_Crane==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	So, you flush with caps now? I'm sure Duchess'll be happy to take them off your hands.	
 	 	 	Hey. Bunch of mean ones went in a little bit ago. I'd be careful in there. 	
 	 	 	You all right? Could've sworn I heard gunfire. 	
 	 	 	Hey hey. You coming to spend all your new caps? Duchess will be excited to see ya. 	
==W05_Dialogue_Johnny_Combat==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Thought you could pull a fast one on me, huh? Not today! 	Entering combat from Alert state
 	 	 	Oh, you're done for! 	Entering combat from Alert state
 	 	 	Smooth moves, but not smooth enough! 	Entering combat from Alert state
 	 	 	Heh, nothing and no one gets the drop on Gentleman Johnny Weston! 	Entering combat from Alert state
 	 	 	Oh, not so sneaky now, huh? 	Entering combat from Alert state
 	 	 	You picked a fight with the wrong guy, pal! 	Entering combat from Alert state
 	 	 	Time to let the guns do the talking! 	Entering Combat
 	 	 	When all else fails, killing works for me! 	Entering Combat
 	 	 	You really want to mess with me? Alright... 	Entering Combat
 	 	 	Who's ready for some excitement? 'Cause I am! 	Entering Combat
 	 	 	Don't worry, Ol' Johnny's got this! 	Entering Combat
 	 	 	Looks like we've got to kill more of Sargento's goons! 	Entering Combat
 	 	 	Great, I've been itching for a fight. 	Entering Combat
 	 	 	Eghh.. Gonna take more than that to do me in! 	Hit in combat.
 	 	 	Agh! Motherf... You'll pay for that! 	Hit in combat.
 	 	 	Gah! Son of a... 	Hit in combat.
 	 	 	Damn it! Do you know how hard it is to find clean suits out there! 	Hit in combat.
 	 	 	Uch... Keep it up, asshole, I'm not done yet! 	Hit in combat.
 	 	 	Agh! 	Hit in combat
 	 	 	Shit! That hurt! 	Hit in combat
 	 	 	I'm hit! 	Hit in combat
 	 	 	Eufff! 	Hit in combat. Sucking in quickly.
 	 	 	Guh... damn it. We wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you screwing it all up, Vault Dweller! 	Hit in combat.
 	 	 	Ahh! Damn it! This is not how I hoped this would go! 	Hit in combat.
 	 	 	Ow! fu...! This coulda been easy, but no! Someone couldn't do their simple fucking job! 	Hit in combat. Stifles the word "fuck" after "Ow!"
 	 	 	Oh, you want the thunder? You got it, my friend! 	Taunting
 	 	 	Coulda done this the easy way. But no, you chose to get shot instead! 	Taunting
 	 	 	Get a load of this asshole! 	Taunting
 	 	 	Hurry up and die, I'm a busy man! 	Taunting
 	 	 	Oh ho! Wrong move, buddy. Ol' Johnny's about to make you dead! 	Taunting
 	 	 	I never liked these assholes anyway. 	Taunting
 	 	 	You picked the wrong day to come to the arena, pal! 	Taunting
 	 	 	I'd take bets on who's gonna win this fight, but we all know I'm just gonna kill ya and take whatever you've got!	Taunting
==W05_DialogueTheWayward_Exterior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	You are going to be real sorry. 	Yelling at someone in the heat of combat.
 	 	 	This isn't even supposed to be my job. 	Yelling at someone in the heat of combat.
 	 	 	Duchess footed the bill for all this personally. The finest leftover mobile homes money can buy. 	
 	 	 	Never could get Duchess to spill on what she did before the war. Got the distinct feeling I wouldn't like the answer. 	
 	 	 	You don't need to be afraid of Bessie. We got her at a discount since she was decomm'ed. Only thing she puts down these days are piles of sheet metal.	
 	 	 	You're welcome to say "hi," but try not to spook the cattle. Got enough to do around here without having to run after 'em. 	
 	 	 	They issue you one of those C.A.M.P things? Man, Vault-Tec's got some nifty toys. 	
 	 	 	I'd hoped you'd wised up! Guess not. 	Charging into combat with someone you thought ran off.
 	 	 	Yoo hoo. I found you! 	Charging into combat with someone you thought ran off.
 	 	 	Oh hell. Thought you took the hint! 	Charging into combat with someone you thought ran off.
 	 	 	Uh huh. There you are. 	You just found someone skulking around and now you're attacking them.
 	 	 	Knew something was off. 	You just found someone skulking around and now you're attacking them.
 	 	 	There's the problem. 	You just found someone skulking around and now you're attacking them.
==W05_MQR_SharedDialogue==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Looking forward to getting our hands on all that gold. 	
 	 	 	Who knew there was a vault that made Fort Knox look like a piggy bank? 	
 	 	 	Look sharp. This place is full of security. 	
 	 	 	I was expecting more people to be alive here. Weird, isn't it? 	
 	 	 	I know some people believe gold is worthless now, but it's only a matter of time before the world gets back on track, and who'll be laughing then?	
 	 	 	Normally, I won't work with someone I don't trust. But Meg's making me take you along, so you better not screw me over. 	
Category:Wastelanders dialogue files
ru:W05 Raider Johnny.txt