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This is the transcript of a dialogue or message file, a file which contains the dialogue of a non-player character in a given game or ingame messages related to scripts and items.
 
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This is a transcript for dialogue with Jesse, trader in Carbon.

IntroductionEdit

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Welcome to Carbon, big fella! Name's Jesse. I'm the trader in these parts... buy and sell just about anything... deal with just about anyone!
Let's see if you have anything interesting.

Not interested. Good bye.

Well, little lady, ain't you a sight for sore old eyes. I'm Jesse, and I trade goods... all sorts of goods to all sorts of no-good people. Uh, not including a fine young woman such as yourself, of course.

Flattery will get you nowhere. Let's do some business.
Thanks, grandpa. Maybe I'll stop by later.

Either you're a ghoul or someone set fire to your face and put it out with a rake. Pleased to meet you... I'm Jesse, the trader here in Carbon.

Yeah... less talking, more trading.
Not interested, old man.

Wanna do some tradin' stranger?

Let's trade.
I'm looking to get rid of this box of medical supplies.
Tell me about the raider base.
Where can I find the Raider Matron?
Tell me a little about the mill.
Not right now.
The raider matron is dead. Let's head back to town.

You really stuck it to our chickenshit candy-ass mayor! I like you, stranger... and I'm gonna give you a discount on all your purchases!
You really stuck it to our yellow-bellied butter ball mayor! I like you, stranger... and I'm gonna give you a discount on all your purchases!

Great. Let's see what you've got.
I appreciate it. I'll be back for that discount later on.

Hey, stranger... I see you got some of them medical supplies from the warehouse. I'd be happy to take them off your hands for a fistful of caps.
All right. Here.

I don't think so. Let's just stick to the regular inventory...
I'll have to think about it. Bye.

Whoo! A whole case of them blue pills! I'm gonna get shit-faced tonight! Here's your money! Wanna do any other tradin'?
Here's your money! Whoo! A whole case of them blue pills! I'm gonna get wasted tonight! Wanna do any other tradin'?

Yeah, let's trade while you're still standing up straight.
Maybe later. Have fun.

Them rotten-crotch, shit-for-brains raiders! If I still had both my arms, I'd be kickin' ass right next to you, stranger! Well, I can still trade...
Them pea-brain, good-for-nothin' raiders! If I still had both my arms, I'd be kickin' ass right next to you, stranger! Well, I can still trade...

I'm working on the raider problem now, but I need some things...
It'll be over soon. Just keep your head down.

Carbon warehouseEdit

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Maybe you think you solved the raider problem, but for every raider you killed, there's ten more camped out in an old mill at the edge of town. And when they find out about their friends, they're gonna be pissed!
Maybe you think you solved the raider problem, but for every raider you killed, there's ten more camped out in an old mill at the edge of town. And when they find out about their friends, they're gonna be mad!

Shut up and trade, old man.
Guess there's more killing to do. Tell me how to get to that mill.
I don't want to hear it. Leave me alone.

Fightin' the raiders on their home turf, that takes guts! This key opens a door just over there... head outside and follow the road to the mill. I'm supposed to deliver 'em a "shipment", so maybe I'll see you inside.

Thanks. Let's do some trading before I go...
I'll just be going now. Thanks for the info.

Mill parking lotEdit

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Good to see you made it this far, stranger... this the the center of the raider camp - we're safe here. This hunk o' junk is the mill...

Let's trade. I've got raiders to kill.
Where can I find the Raider Matron?
Tell me a little about the mill.
Yeah. I see it. Time to head inside...

Well, just north of us is the bulk of the mill's machinery. Matron usually hangs around there. Says she likes the vibrations...heh heh...

That's all I need to know, thanks. Let's trade.
Can you tell me anything about the mill itself?
That's nice. I'll go and find her now.

The old mill safety locks are still workin', so you'll probably have to mess with the machinery, create some havoc.

Thanks for the info. Let's do some trading...
What about the matron? Where can I find her?
Havoc. I like the sound of that. Catch you later.

Well, what else can old Jesse do for you today?
Those raiders are nothin' but a bunch of no-balls shit-for-brains sons-of-WHORES! No disrespect to Miss Ruby, of course...
Those raiders are nothin' but a bunch of gutless yellow-bellied sons-of-WHORES! No disrespect to Miss Ruby, of course...
All my gear comes with a money-back guarantee... of course, I can't honor that if you expose the stuff to sand, harsh sunlight, or radiation...
I've got a whole truck full of crap... but, uh, it's high quality crap.
Let me give you a hand... ha ha! Get it! A hand! I only got one arm!
Law of the desert says that dead folks don't get buried with their gear. Remember that, stranger... and I won't ask where you get your stuff.
Can you get me into that "Society of Steel" group of yours? Maybe?
Whoo! Ha ha ha ha... eh. Yup.
I'd love to go kick the shit outta some raiders with you, stranger, but I'm a little short-handed... ha ha ha! Get it! Short handed?!?
I'd love to go kick the hell outta some raiders with you, stranger, but I'm a little short-handed... ha ha ha! Get it! Short handed?!?
I used to be a real life-taker back in my day... why, I'd eat a radscorpion raw, wash it down with toxic waste, and then shit out a frag grenade!
I used to be a real life-taker back in my day... why, I'd eat a radscorpion raw, wash it down with toxic waste, and then crap out a frag grenade!
Now don't go gettin' attached... old Jesse is probably too much man for you.
Until you've been with a one-armed man, you don't know what you're missin'!
You got good taste in tools of destruction... I like that in a gal!
Take your time lookin' over my things, honey... and I'll take my time lookin' over yours...
Big fella like yourself is gonna need a lot of equipment!
You think you're tough, son? Try wiping your ass with the stump of your severed arm! Now that's goddamn tough!!
They sure do grow you fellas big, wherever in hell it is you come from...
Son, you gotta have the right tools for the job! I know what I'm talkin' about. Look at me! I never lost a fight! Well... maybe one...
I heard that you people were kinda shiftless and dirty... but you seem like a good enough fella.
I'm not sure I like the way you look at me, stranger.
Uh, son... I think one of your ears is comin' loose...
If you don't mind my sayin' so, you smell like the bloated, maggot-infested corpse of an old dog that's been lyin' in the sun goin' on ten days.

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