DcFlick.msg

Dialogue for Flick, owner of a Flick's Slum in the Den West Side.

{100}{}{You see a thin, greasy looking, man.} {150}{}{You see Flick, giving his groin a thorough scratching.} {151}{}{You see an unclean fellow with a nasty facial-twitch.} {200}{}{Get outta heeya, you dumb-ass.} {201}{}{Hey meatball! Yeah, you. Get outta heeya.} {202}{}{You dumb or sumpin'?} {203}{}{Whatchur problem, eh?} {204}{}{Get the hell outta heeya.} {220}{}{Hey der, I'm Flick. What the fuck do you want, huh?} {221}{}{Now what? You wastin' my time heeya.} {222}{}{What's with the wacky accent, Flick?} {223}{}{What the hell do you do here?} {224}{}{I'm looking for a Vault - oh yeah, and some trader named Vic, too. Know where they might be?} {225}{}{I'd like to trade with you.} {240}{}{That 'bout do it for ya, pal?} {241}{}{Actually I'd like to take another look at your goods if I may.} {242}{}{Actually, I'd like to ask you a question.} {243}{}{That did it. See you around Flick.} {260}{}{I'm a fuckin' provider, waddya think? I'm like a good Samurai-itan guy.} {261}{}{Say what?} {262}{}{Yeah, uh, well…let me ask you something else.} {263}{}{Uh, oh. OK. Goodbye, Flick.} {280}{}{I provide fer them little paisanos.} {281}{}{You provide little pianos?} {290}{}{Pai-san-o, you know, the kids. My kids.} {291}{}{Your kids?} {292}{}{Well, I'm not really interested in music lessons for children. Let me ask you about something else.} {300}{}{Yeah, well they work for me. They bring me things. Little things. You know.} {301}{}{Uh, no.} {302}{}{Oh, OK. Let me ask you something else then.} {303}{}{Ah, I see. Well, I don't want to cramp your, uh, style. Goodbye.} {315}{}{They bring me stuff what they find. Little, little things. Stuff no one ain't usin' no more. In return, I takes care of 'em.} {316}{}{Sounds like a nice arrangement.} {325}{}{(Flick shrugs) I get by OK.} {326}{}{Let me ask you about something else then.} {327}{}{They must have brought you some real bargains. Let's see what you've got.} {328}{}{Just checking. Well, goodbye Flick.} {340}{}{What you talkin' about? You think I'm a fucking stupid pirla? Some dumb filio di puttana? You think I'm some kinda clown? Am I here to amuse you, is that it?} {341}{}{Uh, no. Sorry, I was just curious. Let me ask you about something else.} {342}{}{Yeah, that's right, shithead. And nothing's going to amuse me more than your death-throes.} {343}{}{Well, if you're going to get all huffy about it, I'm leaving.} {360}{}{Vault huh? Maybe Momma knows about that, 'cause I don't. But that Vic guy - him I know. Metzger's got that porca pistola.} {361}{}{Vic? Ain't that him with you? You biota. But Momma, her I know.} {362}{}{Who's Metzger?} {363}{}{Who's Momma?} {364}{}{Thanks. Let me ask you something else.} {365}{}{Thanks, that's all I need to know. Goodbye.} {380}{}{Momma runs a food place over in da East side a town. Just past the graveyard. Nice place, she got good pasta, Mama mia.} {381}{}{Thanks, What about that Metzger fellow that's got Vic?} {382}{}{Thanks. Let me ask you something else.} {383}{}{Thanks, that's all I need to know. Goodbye.} {400}{}{That's right. Metzger, that stronzo, he's dead. I don't know what happen to Vic.} {401}{}{That Metzger, he's a real rompiballe, that one. Runs the Slaver's Guild. East side of town, just north of Momma's. Anyhow, he got Vic, I know.} {402}{}{Thanks, now what about Momma?} {403}{}{Thanks. Let me ask you something else.} {404}{}{Thanks, that's all I need to know. Goodbye.}
 * 1) 0. Look
 * 1) 1. Low Intelligence (WtG)
 * 1) 2. Hello (WtG, 3,4,6,7,911,12,13)
 * 1) 3. After Barter (2,3,9)
 * 1) 4. What do you do here (2)
 * 1) 5. You do what? (4)
 * 1) 6. Pianos?(5)
 * 1) 7. Your kids? (6)
 * 1) 8. They bring you things? (7)
 * 1) 9. Nice arrangement (8)
 * 1) 10. Wacky accent? (2)
 * 1) 11. Vic & Vault (2)
 * 1) 12. Who's Momma? (11,13)
 * 1) 13. Who's Metzger? (11,12)