Fritz/Dialogue

==W05_Dialogue_Fritz==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Cheerio, sucker! 	
 	 	 	I can't hear you! I'm rich! 	
 	 	 	Back in my day, the world wasn't such a fucking disaster! 	
 	 	 	Where's my caddie? 	
 	 	 	Kids today... 	Grumbling
 	 	 	Do you make less than 100,000 caps per year? Then you're not welcome here! 	
 	 	 	Pull up your pants and tuck your shirt in, hooligan! 	
 	 	 	Well, if it isn't one of those young punks who keeps trampling on my golf course! 	
 	 	 	What do you have to say for yourself, kid? 	
 	 	 	Any wisdom I could impart on the youth? 	
 	 	 	Certainly! 	
 	 	 	It's my favorite hobby! Now, these days, it's hard to find a quality golf ball. So I aim for ghoul heads instead. 	
 	 	 	Normally it takes a couple strokes to knock those stubborn suckers off their tees, but next time I'm shooting for a hole in one! 	
 	 	 	Get-up? Well, I never-! 	
 	 	 	Alright, you got me. I'm a Raider who's got nothing better to do, okay? 	Stepping out of character
 	 	 	I spend my days fending off irradiated montrosities to survive, anyway. Why not make some fun out of it? 	Out of character
 	 	 	Sure thing, kiddo! What do you want to know? 	
 	 	 	Why, of course it does! In a world like this, banding together is necessary for survival. 	
 	 	 	But it wouldn't do to shack up with just any old ragamuffins waving guns around and wearing scraps for clothing. 	
 	 	 	I am, of course, cut from a finer cloth. This dapper clothing and refined accent serve to set that standard for the new world. 	Extra dramatic, comical flourish on the accent
 	 	 	Not anymore. Apparently the robots booted all the guests to the curb for some pre-scheduled renovations. 	
 	 	 	Suddenly, they were forced to brave the Wasteland just like the rest of us. Ha! 	Falling out of character for a moment
 	 	 	Ahem! I mean... What a shame the most admirable upper-class suffered such a tragic injustice. 	Getting back into character and correcting himself
 	 	 	Whatever do you mean? How could I possibly have any complaints with a luxurious top-floor view of the apocalypse and a shining silver spoon up my ass?	
 	 	 	I simply love to sip tea and watch the peasants die of radiation poisoning. 	
 	 	 	To you as well, stranger! 	
 	 	 	Well, it's funny you ask. I was just thinking about the good old days when I could shoot birdies out on the lawn without getting mauled by ferals. 	
 	 	 	Those were simple days. Just playing golf and happily ignoring all the problems in the world. 	
 	 	 	This mighty fine establishment is the one and only Whitespring Resort, where only millionaires are welcome. 	
 	 	 	If you're a helpless youth with no assets to your name and nowhere else to go, well, that's too bad! Get lost! 	
 	 	 	That so? Not gonna lie... I like your style, kiddo. Reminds me of when I was a punk. 	
 	 	 	As you should! 	
 	 	 	What's the world coming to these days? Hasn't anyone heard of etiquette? 	
 	 	 	Why, I don't know what you're talking about! 	
 	 	 	Kids these days, so presumptious. 	
Category:Wastelanders dialogue files