Will Work for Caps

(Yelling from the distance, trying to get a group's attention)
“HEY! ASSHOLES!”

(Speaking loudly across a stretch of ruined street)
“Word is a buncha dumb shits went and pissed off the Morrisons! I hear there’s a nice reward for bringin’ their kid back home and puttin’ the dickweeds responsible for takin’ 'em in the dirt!”

(Groan of annoyance and resignation)
“Uggggh, fine! Fine! Fine! I’ll be a good girl and stay close… but only for the rest of today!”

(Concerned)
“Are you alright?”

Tess: “I’m fine! You always worry too much!”
(Slightly irked, overly protective voice)
“And you know how much I hate it when I can’t see you!”

(Half joking, half serious)
“I know better than to push my luck- that’s what keeps the both of us alive.”

(An order)
“Hurry up, I didn’t wanna cut through downtown, but we’ve wasted too much time gettin’ outta here already!”

(Talking down to his goons, irritated)
“The Morrisons are the richest family in the area and you don’t think they’ve hired a hundred fuckin’ mercs to come after us!? There’s too many vantage points in these old skyscrapers: we break when the kid’s back at the base- not before! So hurry the fuck up and stop bitchin’!”

(Panicked order, yelling)
“Get down, idiots!”

Muffled sounds of fear

Significantly louder and more panicked muffled fear as they’re picked up and run through a rain of bullets

Short muffled scream and grunt (surprised by sudden gunfire and then hitting the ground after being dropped)

“Sorry boss, but this kid’s not exactly a fuckin’ lightweight.”

(Whispering loudly)
“It’s just some little girl, man! She looks like a teenager, tops!”

(Angry and yelling over gunfire)
“How the hell were we supposed to see them!?”

(Complaining)
“We’ve been haulin’ ass ever since we nabbed the kid, Boss. We don’t even know if anyone’s comin’ after us, can’t we just take a quick break?”

(Whispering amused, poking fun at the boss)
“This is what you was afraid of boss? Ooh, so scary.”

(Shocked and utterly terrified)
“What the fuck!?”

(Whispering loudly)
“Hey boss, it’s just some brat!”

(The sounds of running and screaming in fear then being riddled with bullets and dying)

(Yelling a warning)
“Boss! Above us!”

Being riddled with bullets and dying

Loud, brief, and painful exclamation of being crushed to death

(Level and negotiating tone)
“Let's just back up. Please just… sit back down and we'll start this meeting over. This time we’ll keep it civil. There’s no need for us to ruin a beautiful and profitable partnership over some unchecked attitudes.”

(Shocked- stumbling and falling out of his seat)
“What? What’d you mean!? I was sitting there the whole time!”

(Giving an order to a subordinate)
“Take this key and go grab a piece outta the bottom right drawer of my desk. Then take our guest here and make ‘em comfortable somewhere in the back.”

(Cool and collected, but a slightly noticeable tone of irritation)
“About time you joined us Tedd. Here I thought you might spend all night hiding in your office.”

(Harsh and flatly)
“Not for two bodies: fuck off, Tedd. I’ll be back next week and that number better triple or this partnership ends at the bottom of a manhole along with you! Come on, boys!”

(Exploding in anger)
“TEDD! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?” 

(Interrupting someone)
“Hey, hey. Word from the boss: club’s closed for the rest of tonight.”

(Hatred and anger with a hint of sadness, talking about his daughter)
"I made sure that part of the instructions was to leave you alive long enough for me to make sure Jessie was the last thing you EVER fucking saw!”

(Extremely grateful and in mild awe)
“You are truly something else… I didn’t know such kindness still existed in this hell of a world.”

(Low whisper to his boss- explaining a noise)
“It’s just that one guy comin’ back.”

(Giving an order)
“You. Over here.”

(Smiling and talking to a dancer)
“I think you were about to have a seat right here, baby.”

(Slight “begging” tone in his voice)
“Just a dance or two boss?”

“Hey, you took my turn!”

(Excited and talking to a dancer)
"Oh hell yeah...”

(Calling out to any passing by)
“Lookin’ for a good time? Need a stiff drink and maybe a little somethin’ somethin’ else after roamin’ the wastes? Toxic Tedd’s Tavern has got everything you could possibly want under one roof!”

(Surprised, whispering as well as mildly irritated)
“What? What the fuck you mean closed?”

(Is given a lot of caps. Surprised, suddenly less irritated)
“Oh… Heh. I mean... Shit as long as I’m gettin’ paid, whatever I guess.”

Say something you think would fit

“Unidentified hostiles: surrender yourselves now and the use of force will not be necessary. You have 60 seconds to comply.”

“Answer: unsatisfactory. Lethal force: authorized.”

(Damaged: slow and slightly distorted)
“Gratitude acknowledged… and appreciated.”

“Just do it as quick as you can. In the meantime... ED-ITH: locate the last two punks and transmit their coordinates to Scrapheap and Maddy.”

(Lecturing tone, looking a deadly situation in the eye and not backing down)
“Even now- all four of your colleagues are dead and you just call ‘em your gang. Not friends. Not pals. Not even buddies... Nah, you’re assholes because you don’t have friends. And to survive this long: even an old “legless fuckin’ zombie” needs friends.”

(Wounded)
“Just doing what... any responsible wastelander would do.”

“My master programmed us to recognize him as “the Blacksmith”, sir. However, I personally recognize him as a genius! He saved me from resting in the obscurity of some nondescript, derelict, household and fixed the errors in my personality subroutines himself!”

“Don’t tell anyone, sir, but although human flesh is often considered a bit taboo- when prepared correctly it is virtually indistinguishable from many other dishes.”

“The casting you’re wearing is perfect for grilling said flesh and its lack of proper insulation will ensure minimal suffering on your behalf. Thank you for contributing to tonight’s meal, sir!”

(Pleased, cocky)
“I told ya this Brotherhood armor was a good investment! Haha!”

(Agreeing with what was just said)
“And I’ll second that- we got lucky our ambush worked out for us. Besides it works more to our advantage if the Brotherhood just thinks the patrol and all their equipment is lost.”

(Angry)
“And I coulda done without some legless fuckin’ zombie DESTROYING MY GANG!”

(Leery)
“I think I saw somethin’ in that tower over there. Use your rifle- look inside that third story window.”

(Has an idea)
“Boss I bet that bot is just tryin’ to protect the settlers- if you, Plate, and Bolt can herd them toward the back wall you’ll be in a better position to use them as a shield!”

(Screaming battlecry and a loud grunt as they jump onto Scrapheap and start punching it)

(Opposing someone else's idea, explaining)
“Bad idea. Survivors means the wasteland starts to hear about us. People start hearin’ about us and that means they know who they’re lookin’ for.”

“Boss, I wanna check out that tower first. That thing showed up right after we saw that eyebot- I don’t think that’s a coincidence.”

“Like fuck Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii- (screams in agony for a several seconds as they are being roasted alive)”

“Only saw it for a second, but I’m pretty sure it was an eyebot.”

(Irritated)
“Time to put you outta my misery.”

“What the hell is- AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGH-UGH.” (Hit and carried by a massive and fast moving object for a few seconds, then rammed into and pinned against a wall by the object)

(Threatening hostages)
“Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt, capiche?”

(Appealing to Rebar)
“Aw come on, Boss! My idea gets us fame and caps!”

(Realizing that they're boned)
“SHIT!”

(Scared out of their mind, panickingly answering a question)
“I… I don’t know! I’ve never seen anybody in town with an eyebot!”

(Has just been saved- giving orders)
“You! Run and get Doc Rivers! You! Help me get him to the clinic!”

(Playing along with what was just said: think the scene in the original Spider-Man 2 where people agreed not to spoil Spider-Man's identity)
“A man inside an iron behemoth? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?”

“I’m not saying you have to do anything you don’t wanna sir, but doing a good job will only get us so far in the reputation department if word gets around that we’re big jerks.”

(Sigh, disappointed)
“Yes sir.”

(Following)
“Right behind you, sir.”

Worried
“Sir, no!”

(Horrified)
“WHAT!? Why!?”

“I can’t stress this enough, but you don’t have to do this Mr. Outbreak. If you can just ensure that the ferals can’t get back upstairs that would be good enough for us.”

“They’re a group of religious extremists who worship nuclear energy, weapons, radiation, and the like… (Concerned) Am I to understand that's what you have found down here? Not feral ghouls?”

(Screaming, burning to death)

(Preaching to his followers)
“Atom, in his divine wisdom, has lead us here to use this holy instrument, ignite his blessed Division, and bring the Glow to the non-believers above!”

(Calm, disappointed and condescending)
“Tragic, you do not see the blessing that has been bestowed upon you. Perhaps you will find a renewed perspective when we achieve Division.”

(Screaming, burning to death)

(Authoritative, giving an order)
“Benji- show this berk what I think of people who split hairs.”

(Condescending- insulting a man as if she's talking to a child)
“Sure you are, sweetie. I mean some people take up farming, salvaging, maybe even maintenance, but some people resort to bullying- (Irritated) like you... So it’s only natural that some people take up being a better bully- (Proud, ominous/threatening) like me.” 

(Scolding a beloved friend)
“Benjamin Cobb, I don’t care how you feel about doctors- you’re going to see one and that’s final!”

(Calm and kind, reassuring)
“It’s alright, calm down… (Whispering) Bide your time, love. We’ll get our chance soon.”

(Is given an order/request: grunts in acknowledgement)

(Resigned grunt- doesn't want to do something, but he'll do it because Whisper asked him to do it)

(Roaring loudly and then grunting as he lifts a man over his head and proceeds to throw him) 

(Angry bellow: someone just hit Whisper and that enrages him) 

(Cry of pain as he is shot and falls to the ground)

(Low growl of contentment and satisfaction before he throws a lifeless body aside- he just strangled the person who hit Whisper) 

(Grunts questioningly- as if asking something)

(Warning Benji not to move- has guns trained on him)
“Hey, big guy: you wanna keep what little brains it looks like you got, you best shut yer face- now!”

(Angry)
“Who cares!? You got us into this shit, Twig: now you go find her while the boys and I deal with the rats and that goddamn bear!”

(Calling out an order)
“Focus fire on the yao guai! (The ground starts to continuously rumble, he is confused/concerned) What the hell is that rumbling!?”

“No! NOOO! AAAGH!" (Screams of agony as he is mauled to death by a yao guai [bear] and mutated mole rats)

(Pained, was just hit by a whip)
“OW, God! Fuck’s sake, lady- the fuck is your problem!?”

(Terrified- a yao guai [bear] is coming after them)
“Oh SHIT!” (Grunts of fear and straining effort as they pulls themselves up a tree)

(Angry)
“You wanna play stupid? Fine, I don’t give a shit… Oh, but this? This is for hitting me with the whip.”

(Choking and gurgling in intense pain as they try to beg)
“Boss… help… me…" (One final choke as his neck snaps) 

(Ad lib yelling- mole rats are bursting out of the ground and they surprised you)

(Ad lib yelling- a yao guai [bear] is coming after you)

(Ad lib yelling- screams of pain and death)

(Broadcasting genuine thanks to their couriers live on-air)
“These individuals have my utmost respect and appreciation because without them doing all the behind-the-scenes legwork: Mercenary Radio and CWR as a whole wouldn’t be here today.”

(On-air, mocking a group of raiders who are on the lower floor of your studio and are trying to fight their way up to you)
“Hey there, visitors you are live on “Mercenary Radio” with Skull and Crossbones! What brings you to our doorstep today?”

(Cutting to a music break)
“Anyway that’s it for the new listings and updates, I think we’ve done enough talking for now, Skull, so how about we treat our wonderful listeners to some good old fashioned Bing Crosby for awhile?”

(When asked about how many raiders entered the lower floor of the studio)
“We were looking at an impressive group of about 20 raiders- they knocked the lobby protectrons out, but it came at the cost of 8 of their own.”

(Attempting to get the invaders' voices patched into the live show currently being broadcast)
“They’re moving towards the main stairwell- give me just a sec and I’ll have the intercom that’s back there connected to ya'lls signal.”

(Apologetically interrupting Skull and Crossbones before they can go to a musical break)
“Hey Skull, Bones- sorry to interrupt, but I just thought ya’lld like to know that our guests didn’t do so good in the stairwell: their numbers have dropped from twelve down to two and- (wincing, but entertained/amused) ooh, make that one!"

(Interviewing a settler)
“I’m here with a resident of Fort Biltmore who was caught up in the midst of the attack- sir, what can you tell us about the whole ordeal?”

“We’ve spoken to other residents who said the raiders were taken care of by a group of robots- would that happen to be the wandering “Battery Brigade” we’ve been hearing about in recent months?”

(The interviewee asked to leave, courteous and appreciative toward them)
“I understand, thanks for your time. (Directing their full attention back to the studio) Well that’s a shame, but you heard it here Skull and Bones: the Battery Brigade was here, they cleaned house, and they’re back out there patrolling the wastes again! Who knows where they’ll show up next... This was (Tim/Tina) Kingston, live from Fort Biltmore, Mercenary Radio.” 

(Threatening the disembodied voices of Skull and Crossbones who are mocking them)
“We’re gonna find you and shove those microphones up your ass! Do you hear me!?”

(Tired, breathing heavily, angry)
“I will come back… (Heavy breathing) And I will kill all of you.”

(Moving in closer, pleading and trying to defuse a hostile situation)
“M-Mr. Mean Greene, I’m so sorry- he just- uh… they didn’t know who you are!”

(Explaining to Megafist how she realized who they were)
“Actually it’s you I was able to recognize. Angry men with a chip on their shoulder and violent tendencies are... kinda common, y’know?”

(Answering a question)
“The bar I work in also rents out some rooms to travellers and… well, there was a man that came in last night who… I’m pretty sure was bald and had a scar on his ear.”

(Short panicked scream as a man behind her grabs her, pulls her into him, and holds a knife to her throat)

(Terrified scream as Megafist breaks through the wall behind him and then grunts in pain as he's slammed to the ground) 

(Tied up- terrified yelling)
“Listen to me: they're going to kill everyone! It's only a matter of time! All I did was slow them down, but they’ll figure it out eventually, with or without the tech I stole! You understand now? I have to get that thing as far away from here as possible- and I doubt that’ll stop ‘em forever. Carolina’s a lost cause, man! Abandon ship! Get the fuck out!”

We have to d-frmermfff!” (He is unceremoniously gagged and proceeds to scream incomprehensible muffled screams)

(Warmly)
“Come on now, that’s no attitude for a lovely young lady like yourself to have! Remember that each day is a new opportunity for making your fortune!”

(Calling out)
Hey! Asshole! Either put that fucking thing on a leash or you’re-(impact from being tackled)”

(Choking)
“E-excuse me... please… please take your knee off my throat!” (Heavy inhale and fit of coughing as his throat is let go)

(Warm and friendly, calling out to someone he knows)
“Miranda! How’s my favorite waitress doin’!?

(Rude, calling out)
“Hey! My friend asked you a question!”

(Recognizing the name “Mean Greene”, scared)
“Y-you’re Mean Greene!? Then... that means that the mutant is… (Even more scared) No, no, no- I-I’m sorry!” 

(Happy to see his employee)
“Miranda! You’re early, sweetheart!”

(Standing up to Mean Greene, not knowing who he is)
“Miranda, I’m not going to let some jackass walk in here, insult my staff, and start making demands. Now, as for you-”

(Was just made aware that he was talking down to "Mean" Buck Greene and is suddenly worried)
“Mean Greene… the Mean Buck Greene? (Nervous laugh) How can I help you, sir?” 

(Angry, yelling, and pushing his shotgun further into the face of someone who insulted him)
“Nutjob, huh!?”

(Later- low and flat to himself, irritated)
“Assholes.”

(Whispering, irritated)
“You can keep quoting “How to Make Friends” at me until the next Great War and it’ll never stick.”

(Not believing the story a target is giving him, angry)
“And what makes you think he was tellin’ the truth? He was probably bullshitting you to keep you busy while he closed the distance and- (flustered, changing sentence) this whole thing’s just a big ol’ pile a… (more flustered, changing sentence again) you know what? Fist, gag the fucker. I’m done with the stories.”

(NOTE: THE WORD AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SENTENCE AFTER THE SECOND SET OF DIRECTION IS "FIST" (F-I-S-T); REFERRING TO HIS PARTNER "MEGAFIST".
A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE SAYING "FIRST" (1ST) SO I JUST WANT TO MAKE THAT CLEAR)

(Firmly, imploring. Trying to defuse Greene's temper)
“This isn’t necessary, Buck.”

(Greene has wandered off and he's calling out to get his attention)
“Buck! (Louder)… Buuuck!”

(Whispering, chiding)
“Buck, you remember that discussion we had about courtesy?”

(Winding up a big punch and then yelling fiercely as he punches through a solid wall)

(Flatly)
“Are you seriously going to lecture them on subtlety?”

(Flatly)
“Some people do enough talking for all of us.”

(Confused)
“I don’t understand- is something wrong?”

(Suggestion)
“Maybe explain what’s going on first so we’re all on the same page.”

(Barely audible acknowledgement as they simply nod)
“Hm.”

(Strategizing, issuing orders.)
“Let’s reposition. Red hold up here. Mock take the left, I’ll take the right, Blue- you get around behind ‘em.”

(Yelling at her brother)
“HOLD. YOUR. POSITION! (Yelling at a potential hostile) Listen- this doesn’t have to get bloody! Let him go and we can talk about this!”

(Yelling, authoritatively)
“Open fire!”

(Worried, scared- checking the pulse of someone she cares about who was shot)
“Come on… come on…”

(Irritated, complaining)
"Then why are we still here? We’ve been here for eight hours- I’ve circled the perimeter three times and haven’t seen shit. Mock hasn’t seen anything and I’m sure Black hasn’t seen anything herself- so why are we still here?”

(Sarcastic)
“I may have embellished with you because go fuck yourself, Red.”

(Yelling across a hostage situation, angry)
“Keep testing me, asshole!”

(Irritated, lecturing)
“We have the calls for a reason, Blue, I suggest you keep that in mind.”

(Seeing something suspicious in the distance, cautioning everyone)
“Hold up- quiet! ... Everybody down!”

(Calling across a distance, genuinely apologetic)
“Sorry, sis… I didn’t hear him coming.”

(Joining Blue and Red, joking)
“What’s cookin’, good looking?”

(Genuine, seriously cares)
“You three have got a great system. Your own unique calls and tactics. You shouldn’t be so quick to just throw it away… any of you.”

(Amidst a shootout- calling out to Blue)
“Blue, you heard her: let’s go! Retreat!”

(Understanding a report, warning his subordinate)
“Alright, just… hurry. We need to limit how much time we spend outside until the Confessor returns.”

(Surprised and relieved to see his Confessor, but suddenly worried upon seeing the burn scars across his body)
“Holiness! (Suddenly noticing the Confessor's scars) What happened to you!? Your skin is burned!”

(Reporting: excited, pleased, and eager)
“Either way- we will be ready to unleash the Glow, your holiness! This world will soon witness another mass coming of Atom’s blessed division!"

(Informing his superior)
“About two more trips should do it.”

(Brief, acknowledging)
“I understand, we’ll be as quick as we can.”

(Brief cry of pain from getting shot)

(Cheering: Children of Atom improv lines such as "Praise Atom!", "Embrace the Glow!", etc)

(Coughing, choking on gas)

(Screaming, burning to death)