# | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | MALE | FEMALE | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
1 | - | | No... | | | | |
2 | | *groan* | | | | |
3 | | Uhh... | | | | |
4 | | Oof. | | | | |
5 | | Ahh. | | | | |
6 | | Mrmm... | | | | |
7 | | Stop that. | | | | |
8 | | Put that back. | | | | |
9 | | That ain't yours. | | | | |
10 | | Mess with me? | | | | |
11 | | If the island hasn't killed me yet, you sure as hell won't. | | | | |
12 | | Not gonna die today. | | | | |
13 | | You're already dead. | | | | |
14 | | Last mistake you'll ever make. | | | | |
15 | | Harbormen don't go down easy. | | | | |
16 | | Fightin' time. | | | | |
17 | | This ain't nothing. | | | | |
18 | | {Irritated and a little scared / Irritated} Don't talk to Bertha. She's crazy. | | | | |
19 | | You see what the Mariner done to the Hull? Huh. | | | | |
20 | | I heard some of the dregs got themselves a homestead inland. | | | | |
21 | | Nobody's heard nothing from those dregs that went inland. | | | | |
22 | | Allen's right! The Children of Atom are trying to kill us. | | | | |
23 | | {Mocking} Oh, I'm shivering in my boots. Don't squash me like you did the Red Death. | | | | |
24 | | A hunter saw flickerin' lights by Eden Meadows. All unnatural like. | | | | |
25 | | I saw one of them old world metal birds by a lake inland. Saw somethin' lurking there, too. | | | | |
26 | | You know anything about what happened to Acadia? | | | | |
27 | | Just like that, no more Children of Atom. | | | | |
28 | | I hope that nuke that went off don't make the Fog worse. | | | | |
29 | | You think this peace with the Children of Atom has any chance? | | | | |
30 | | The Children of Atom better keep their word about the peace. | | | | |
31 | | I knew DiMA was no good. | | | | |
32 | | Is someone in town really one of DiMA's synths? | | | | |
33 | | Avery... Wasn't Avery? I still don't believe it. | | | | |
34 | | I hope Avery - or whatever she was - does alright. | | | | |
35 | | How long was Avery not Avery? That thing got what was comin'. | | | | |
36 | | We had to put down that replacement Avery... right? | | | | |
37 | | Good job putting Allen in his place. Ha. | | | | |
38 | | Making it to Acadia without Longfellow. Well, that's somethin'. | | | | |
39 | | Thanks for patching Andre up. Him comin' through is the best news we've had in days. | | | | |
40 | | I never met someone that did the Captain's Dance before. | | | | |
41 | | It must be... 30 years? More? Since someone did the Dance like you. | | | | |
42 | | My kids ain't going to believe the stories about you. | | | | |
43 | | You're one of them Vault people? With the funny suits? | | | | |
44 | | Is that a... PipBoy? I've heard about those. | | | | |
45 | | What I would give to be rolling around in a genuine suit of Power Armor! | | | | |
46 | | What model power armor's that? Nice. | | | | |
47 | | My grandpappy had a suit of power armor. Been ages... | | | | |
48 | | Woah. Now that's some firepower there. | | | | |
49 | | With ordnance like that, no wonder you wiped out those crabs. | | | | |
50 | | Is your friend there, a what? A Super Mutant? | | | | |
51 | | Super Mutant? Just another mainlander in my book. | | | | |
52 | | A genuine Mr. Handy. Fancy. | | | | |
53 | | What's wrong with your friend's face? Are those wires in there? | | | | |
54 | | And we live another day. | | | | |
55 | | Why you crawling around like that? Looks ridiculous. | | | | |
56 | | You think the Fog's bad during the day. Night time... Whew. | | | | |
57 | | Night's the worst. | | | | |
58 | | The Children of Atom are dangerous. Don't trust them. | | | | |
59 | | The Fog's poison on account of the Children of Atom. | | | | |
60 | | Never look a Trapper in the eyes. They're... something else. | | | | |
61 | | A mainlander like you stands no chance against the Crawlers. | | | | |
62 | | In the Deep Fog, there's things out there... | | | | |
63 | | Mariner says the island's alive. And it's got it in for us. | | | | |
64 | | Mainlanders don't last long on the island. | | | | |
65 | | Old Longfellow knows what he's about. | | | | |
66 | | Need general supplies? Visit the Bait Shop. | | | | |
67 | | The Lee's sell guns over by the tourist shop. | | | | |
68 | | You talk to Cassie Dalton? Shame what happened to her family. | | | | |
69 | | Need to drown your troubles? Talk to Mitch at the Last Plank. | | | | |
70 | | Lost my home when the Fog rolled in. | | | | |
71 | | You need work? Talk with the Mariner. Lord knows she's always carrying on about something. | | | | |
72 | | What are you looking at? | | | | |
73 | | Captain Avery's all right, I guess. | | | | |
74 | | You eyeing me, mainlander? | | | | |
75 | | Every day, another Harborman leaves the island. | | | | |
76 | | I'll be damned if I give up on taking back my land. | | | | |
77 | | Take it one day at a time. | | | | |
78 | | Bring it on, island. I can take it. | | | | |
79 | | If the Fog doesn't get us, the storms will. | | | | |
80 | | What the hell is a synth, any way? Eh. | | | | |
81 | | I don't have time. | | | | |
82 | | You're from the Commonwealth, right? | | | | |
83 | | The Fog... It's dangerous, OK? | | | | |
84 | | A lot of people only got the clothes on their back here. | | | | |
85 | | Whatever. | | | | |
86 | | I could use time. Alone. | | | | |
87 | | I'm scraping by. | | | | |
88 | | Hard times. | | | | |
89 | | Hey. | | | | |
90 | | Brooks is a mainlander, too. And a synth, whatever that is. | | | | |
91 | | The Acadia synth bastards had to go. | | | | |
92 | | Acadia got what was coming to them. | | | | |
93 | | Rumor is Acadia ran afoul of something. | | | | |
94 | | Acadia gave us no choice. | | | | |
95 | | {Mild Concern} Some mumbling from the dregs. Somethin' up. | | | | |
96 | | {Vaguely curious} If it ain't the Mariner's best friend. She's looking for you, you know. | | | | |
97 | | You hear what happened with DiMA? Came here and confessed to murder. Allen killed him dead. | | | | |
98 | | {Sincere warning, scared} You hear of the Red Death? A more vicious creature there never was. Avoid the coast if you value your life. | | | | |