MOLLY

Hey, nice gear you got there. Not that I’m jealous and gonna steal it or anything. Seriously, I don’t know what those other scavs told you, but I’m an addict, not a thief.

DOWN – Good to know.
Now that’s what I like to see outta my patrons! Polite disapproval.
But now that we’re done with the As, Bs, and happy to C ya’s, what can I get ya?

UP – What kind of chems are we talking about?
Chems? Who said anything about chems? Those I just use for fun.
No, I’m addicted to modding. You wanna put some fuzzy dice on your shotgun? I’m your girl.

LEFT (Sarcastic) One of us is a liar, and it isn’t me.
Hey, I’ve never stolen anything in my life. Okay, so I stole this guy’s heart once, but I totally put it back. Not my fault I couldn’t figure out how to sew him back up.

RIGHT – Whatever you say.
Ooh. Was that sarcasm? I can’t tell without my detector.
(Frustrated) If Scalpel would just get me the parts for it, we wouldn’t have this problem!

Any thoughts?

I got two guns. Four if I flex. But who’s counting.

I need a cig. I’m sick of all this fresh air.

Disgusting. Just disgusting. Not you. Everyone else.

You remind me of this guy. He was real smart. There’s a chem for that, you know. But that’s not why you remind me of him. You got the same…I don’t know, eyebrows.

No way! No fucking way! Are you like…famous or something?

You got a smoke?

Wanna lend me some caps? I’m totally good for it.

Scalpel likes to say “Snitches get stitches.” You’re not a snitch are you? Because seriously, I don’t have any thread.

Normally, it takes four knuckles to make a knuckle sandwich, but if you’re a cannibal, you just need one knuckle, and two slices of bread. Can’t forget the bread. Shit’s vital.

You play cards? I don’t. Just wanna know if we have that in common.

I got this fantasy of being the world’s greatest navel gazer. I’m not the best yet, but I’m definitely top three.

It’s time to roll up our sleeves bitches! Why? Because it’s hot.

Low fives are underrated. High fives are just way too much effort.

“Give me some skin!” said the ghoul to the human.

A ghoul called me smoothskin. As a person with a confirmed pimple on her butt, I resent that.

I don’t like barfing in a bucket. Not all buckets, just the one over there. Me and that bucket…we got history.

So you’re really going with that haircut, huh. Ugh. That’s a terrible idea and I wish I’d thought of it first.

Keep your needles away me. Unless there’s chems inside.

Molly Madson made a muffin meant for her murdering molerat.
That’s not a tongue twister, by the way, it’s an observation. Seriously. My molerat don’t eff around.

You should stay away from yourself. You don’t know him like I do.
(female pc) You don’t know her like I do.

I feel like you and me have really made a connection. That’s because I’m one of those “one size fits all” parts.

What do you do here?
I’m in charge. Of the bar. And the drinks. Goons and whores not included.
Point is, I’m selling, everyone else is buying. No use even learning their names seeing as they’ll be dead in a week.
Of course, “Your mileage may vary.”

Who owns this place?
That would be the man upstairs. As in, literally up the stairs and to your left.

Barter
You got caps, I got chems.

The drinks you gotta buy, the barf is on the house. You don’t got anything against houses, do you? Awwwwkward.

Scene 1

So what’s the word?

Same ol’, same old. (Nods at Player) Except that over there. That’s new.

Yeah? Well, let’s hope he starts shooting up the place before I get bored.

(female PC) Yeah? Well, let’s hope she starts shooting up the place before I get bored.

Scene 2

Gotta any of that moonshine shit?

Nope. We’re all out. Want me to order up some more?

Nah. I know a guy. I’ll get it off his corpse.

Scene 3

Is it true you and the boss hooked up?

Ew, no. I don’t date co-workers.

Co-workers? Ha, is that what you think this is? A fucking job?

Sure. I work. I get paid. How’s it not a job?

What you do is pour drinks. The girls fucking the Johns? They’re working.

Scene – with Male Customer

Hey Molly, what’s in this drink anyway?

Beats me. You’re the one who ordered it.

Scene with Prostitute

You know, you don’t got much in the way of hips, but some men like that.

Yeah, child molesters.

Hey, better you than some poor kid.

Scene with Male Prostitute

So you and Sadie, huh?

Why? Is it that hard to believe?

More like hard to stomach. I can’t imagine you…gulp…and on top of that her and…it’s just, yuck.

Heh, that’s actually a pretty good description. She’s not on top though.

(Groan)