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In which I pair the spares.
Dagmar: I resent that.
Oh yeah? Open your mouth and say that.
Nick: I resent everything.
Yeah, I remember my teenage years.
Not least because I'm currently re-living them over in Oak Point.
Dagmar: Can you come collect your son?
Neil: That largely depends on which one it is.
Neil: Good news and better news!
Dagmar: My door's unlocked. Which one's that?
Neil: That's neutral. The good news is, the kid's already gone. The better news is, I hate wasting trips.
Dagmar: All those middle eastern wars you fought notwithstanding.
Neil: Don't notwithstanding me, andwithlying there like that!
Dagmar: I've been hearing about your daughter a lot lately.
Neil: Which one?
Dagmar: You know damn well which one.
Dagmar: Give it to me straight: how dangerous is Cecilia?
Neil: I'm all for giving it to you straight, Dagmar, but not when it is that it.
Neil: POLYGON BOMB!
Dagmar: Effective!
Dagmar: You sure you wouldn't rather stick around, ninja man?
Neil: Oh, is this one of those days where you don't hate me, then?
Dagmar: I've never hated you. I've just… understood you.
Neil: I've never experienced those as being two different things.
Dagmar: I respect your single-minded pursuit of pleasure.
Neil: You do?
Dagmar: It's why I became a politician! Mind you, I take intense pleasure from stonewalling and frustrating people who disagree with me, but the principle is the same.
Neil: I should warn you that my romantic partners have mostly come to bad ends.
Oh, that's not true.
None of them have met their worst ends yet, anyway.
I know where THIS is going.
Neil: It's going too far forward, is where it's going.
Yeah, this is how they sit on toilets at Oak Point!
Dagmar: I like it! It's like I'm flying!
Neil: Let me just ease back on the joystick a bit.
Dagmar: A mid-air collision!
Neil: There were no survivors, but nobody minded.
Neil: How mad would you be if I ate your bra?
Dagmar: I'd… find it difficult to be mad at you, right now.
Neil: Careful, that almost sounded like a challenge.
Neil: I once got a Buddhist monk to slap me.
Dagmar: How would you encounter a Buddhist monk?
Neil: We were stopping genocide in Myanmar.
Dagmar: I thought they were still doing that?
Neil: No, I mean, we were stopping doing genocide. We were trading off with the Buddhists, they wanted a turn.
Fuck you, genocidal Buddhists, by the way.
Y'know, I think I only like Maxis skin on Dagmar.
Neil: You think the outside's good, you should feel the inside.
Neil: I really like that bra.
Dagmar: I thought you were gonna eat it.
Neil: As the joke goes, you don't eat a bra like that all at once.
Ugh, again?
Neil: What?
You've got some explaining to do, '13.
Grugly2013: We're basically the same person, I ain't explainin' nothin'.
Dagmar: You wanna get out of here?
Neil: I dunno, outside is pretty overrated.
Y'know, I used to think so too?
Then I spent three months inside, and… my opinion actually hadn't changed at all.
Dagmar: Where should we go?
Neil: Let's swing by the Tailor. I'd like to have formal wear that doesn't obligate me to distribute sacks of toys via sleigh.
Dagmar: You ever think it's weird how little these places change?
Neil: Okay, well, I'm zero percent introspective, and all my potential thought processes of similar profundity levels have tended towards that point over time.
Dagmar: Whose phrasing is that?
Neil: The staff psychologist at Camp Nodell. He wrote it on my discharge papers.
Dagmar: Hey there, Ms. Young.
Abigail Young the Unambiguously Neutral Witch: Madam Mayor.
Dagmar: Can I count on your vote?
Abigail Young the Unambiguously Neutral Witch: Do real mayors always ask people that?
Dagmar: I don't see the relevance, unless you're somehow expecting to vote in a real election anytime soon.
Neil: Check out this babe I'm with!
Brady: I'm gay.
Dagmar: In which case I value your checking-out considerably more!
Dagmar: Isn't he a dreamboat?
No, you're a dreamboat.
Dagmar: Aww!
You're the dream Titanic, and he's a dream iceberg.
Dagmar: Any man who's willing to spend money to not look like Santa can't be all… uh…
Neil: Yeah, that's nonsense, don't finish it.
Neil: Alright, let's head to the hitchin' post.
Dagmar: Why did you call it that?
Neil: You'll see.
It still baffles me that Grugly2010 made all this scenery, and then never, ever did establishing shots of it.
Grugly2013: In his defense, he was depressed and useless.
Neil: Our world is the product of depression and uselessness!
Dagmar: That tallies.
Jade: Nobody's FUCKIN' calling, you SHAM OF A MAN
Shea: Careful, she's in a mood today.
Dagmar: Oh, wow! Neil, look, this NPC's experiencing her first emotions!
Confidence: I WANNA FUCK A LINE GRAPH
That's your DAD.
Confidence: Yeah, but his dick doesn't know that.
Esther: Do you know that chick?
Neil: You'll be able to know if I know a chick by whether or not she runs over and slaps me.
Dagmar: Isn't this the booth where everybody gets engaged?
Neil: For a given, incorrect, definition of "everybody," yes.
Neil: Stop writing me like I'm smart or something.
Yes, you're right, sorry.
Neil: "Hitchin' post," though, that's still about my speed.
Dagmar: Aww, you brought me here to ask me to marry you?! That's so not happening!
Dagmar: If you'd queue up the necessary interaction, please…?
Gladly.
Neil: What are you doing?
Dagmar: Pre-empting.
Neil: Fuckin' politicians are always doin' that.
Neil: Oh, boy! You got me a 3DS Max primitive!
Neil: Which I also wouldn't know about.
Neil: I hate being proposed to.
Dagmar: Why?
Neil: It's the man's job.
Dagmar: I'm willing to accept that role.
Neil: It's just… taking the ring is such a girly thing to do.
You could try not being such a throwback.
Neil: Actually, the camp psychologist specifically said that's beyond me.
Dagmar: So…
Neil: I have missed having a portable glass-scratcher on my hand!
Dagmar: Hurry it up, would you? I can't be this adorable for much longer, or it'll stick.
Neil: Yeah, what the fuck, I can hyphenate.
Neil: Hyphens for hymens! It's a fair trade.
I wish these things actually landed, and stayed there forever.
I'll implement it in Gen 3.
Dagmar: Neil, I'm so happy!
Neil: I'm happy too, Dag.
Esther: I'm miserable, if anyone cares.
Esther: And even if they don't.
Neil: Wow! That's some toss you've got there.
Esther: You look like a man who'd appreciate good underhandedness.
Dagmar: We're gonna be good together, Neil.
Neil: Gosh, I hope not.
Neil: That would be way too shocking a swerve.
Dagmar: Are you just now registering the engagement?
Neil: I'm, like, a hundred. I only registered that Nick is my son a few minutes ago.
Neil: Please don't greet him, baby. Under the Agent Code we'll have to fight if we make eye contact.
Dagmar: You're a secret agent, too?!
Neil: I helped found our SCIA branch, and train our second serial killer!
Dagmar: Maybe you shouldn't be saying that out loud.
Neil: I only said it once.
Neil: WHAT.
Cory: I reaalllly wanna fight you.
Dagmar: You boys have fun crossing swords.
Dagmar: We're bookending this bitch.
Chapters love being called bitches.
Dagmar: It always feels like I just went to sleep.
If it makes you feel any better, in terms of your lifespan, it was something like four months.
Dagmar: Yeah, that makes me feel MUCH better.
You should campaign in that outfit.
Next time: lawyer? I barely knew 'er!
This chapter depicts gameplay from 23 February 2013.
