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Dialog Topic
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Form ID
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Response Text
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Script Notes
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6
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003FBBE6
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003FBBEE
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You look like you could use a drink. Then again, who doesn't these days?
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Vendor dialogue.
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7
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003FBBEF
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Whatever you need to fit the mood, I got you covered.
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Vendor dialogue.
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8
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003FBBF0
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Drinks, chems... a secret or two. You got the caps, I got the poison.
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Vendor dialogue.
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9
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003FBBF1
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Drink a little, talk a little... sell, buy, whatever. It's what I'm here for.
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10
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003FBBF2
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Hey, if you got time, I got something that could make it worthwhile.
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26
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004033EF
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If I catch Creed trying to steal from me one more time, I'm gonna wear his teeth as a trophy.
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Threatening
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27
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004033F0
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Another day, another sordid mess of stories.
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Speaking to herself. Not a complaint, more in anticipation of what she may hear.
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28
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004033F1
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Hope this little stint pays off. Not that I miss the Commonwealth.
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Speaking to herself.
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29
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004033F2
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Running low on whiskey as usual. I should start watering that shit down.
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Speaking to herself.
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30
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004033F3
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If you're gonna buy chems, you better know how to use 'em. I like my customers alive and well, thank you.
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Giving a warning
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92
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005619EE
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Fuck off.
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Hates the player.
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93
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005619EF
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Take a hike, you piece of shit.
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Hates the player.
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94
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005619F0
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You better get the hell outta here.
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Hates the player.
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176
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00553C52
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0053AFB9
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Good thing that old concoction of yours tasted like crap. Wouldn't want to have to add it to the menu.
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Joking around
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177
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0053AFBA
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Lou's one of my best customers. I also may be the only one around here that likes seeing that mug around.
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Thoughtful
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178
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0053AFBB
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Normally, I'd say kids are a burden... But when they come with a Super Mutant bodyguard? You learn to love 'em.
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179
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0053AFBC
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Have fun in Watoga? Never a dull moment down there from what I hear.
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Curious.
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180
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0053AFBD
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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.
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181
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0053AFBE
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Well, well! I'd say drinks are on the house, but really, that's no way to run a business.
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182
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00553C5C
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Meg told us we had ourselves a Vault Dweller getting their hands dirty 'round here. Welcome to Outpost-Crater-01, kid.
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Re-Record: "01" is pronounced as "one".
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183
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0055464F
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I miss Lou's ugly mug. Gave him character, which is more than I can say for most of this lot.
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Thoughtful
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207
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0059F1AA
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Huh. You're new. Looking to dispose of some brain cells? Or was there something else that brought you to my lovely establishment?
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A new patron has just approached your bar.
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208
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0059F1D7
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Not interested in the stock? Your loss, I guess. So what was it you wanted?
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A patron you like has approached the bar and want to talk to you.
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209
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0059F1D8
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You bringing me the good dirt? Or just looking to jaw a little?
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A patron you like has approached the bar and want to talk to you.
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210
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0059F1D9
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Something on your mind?
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Keep this very neutral. You don't like or hate this person.
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211
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0059F1DA
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Yah? What is it?
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Not mean, but terse. You're still willing to talk to this person, but you're not thrilled with their actions.
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212
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0059F1DB
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I'm real busy. Let's make it quick.
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Not mean, but terse. You're still willing to talk to this person, but you're not thrilled with their actions.
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275
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0059F1D0
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0059F1DC
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Don't have too much fun out there.
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276
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0059F1D1
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0059F1DE
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Heard a rumor some other bar opened up down by Flatwoods: "The Wayward."
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Sharing gossip.
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277
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Drinks are supposed to be awful and I don't think they even serve chems. What's the point?
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You're not impressed by this other bar.
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278
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0059F1DF
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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.
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Sharing gossip.
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279
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0059F1E0
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Couple of bleeding-hearts rolled through here the other day, looking for recruits to help clean up one of the nearby lakes.
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Sharing gossip.
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280
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You can imagine how well that went. I actually think that might be them on the hooks up there.
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Genuinely amused by their deaths.
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281
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0059F1E1
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Visited Hemlock Holes yet? Someone was saying they got the best meal of their life up there.
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Sharing gossip.
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282
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I'm pretty sure they weren't talking about cannibalism, but these days, you really can't know, can ya?
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Genuine. Cannibalism comes up these days. Regularly.
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283
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0059F1E2
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The Southern Belle Motel over in Berkeley Springs is supposed to be a blast. Literally. Bomb-squad bot set up shop there.
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Sharing gossip.
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284
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If you don't have a major attachment to your digits, I say go check it out.
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285
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0059F1E3
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Big game hunting your speed? One of the scouts found a terminal over in The Mire that sniffs 'em out, apparently.
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Sharing gossip.
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286
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Can test your mettle against something no loving God would create.
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291
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0059F1E6
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If you're bored, I guess you could wander over to Foundation. Then you can see what real boredom looks like.
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Sharing gossip. Disdainful. Foundation objectively sucks.
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295
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0059F1D3
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0059F1D5
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Process of elimination. There were three of us in the inebriation business when we first set up - me, Pretty Pete, and Lex.
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Telling a story.
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296
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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.
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Coy. You murdered both of them.
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297
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Pete was so distraught, he got wasted and wandered right into one of those big bat fissures.
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You helped Pete get so hammered, he wandering into this pit.
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298
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Now, I don't touch the stuff. My own little sacrifice. A reminder of the ones it took to get me my monopoly.
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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.
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299
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0059F1D2
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0059F1D4
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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.
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Recounting your very rough upbringing.
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300
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South Boston, before the bombs, real bad. Military blockades, trigger-happy cops, and looming over it all, the monster himself. Eddie. Winter.
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Linger on "Eddie. Winter." He's a real monster.
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301
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Nah, I'll pour drinks for these troublemakers any day of the week over that life again.
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