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| response | - {a man has another man at gunpoint, you're in the crowd watching / Nervous} He's going to shoot him. Just you watch.
- {Disgust} The Institute are the ones who kidnap people. Replace them with synths? Not that McDonough would ever admit it. Paper's right about him.
- {Puzzled} You know what a synth is, right? Those machine people the Institute makes? Look and act just like the real thing?
- {general hellos to the player} Oh, go away. I'm busy.
- {the police just shot a crazed gunman, you're closing your store / Nervous} Well that nonsense just ruined my whole day...
- {general hellos to the player} I'm on break, dearie.
- {player is just standing there not saying anything / Puzzled} Forgotten how to speak?
- {player is just standing there not saying anything / Puzzled} What are you? An idiot? Say something.
- {shocked that the player doesn't know a very basic fact about the world. "Southie" refers to "South Boston" / Disbelief} Oh my god. Really? What hole did they drag you out of? Southie?
- {general hellos to the player} You want a haircut? Talk to Johnny.
- {still talking about Synths, there's another rumor that McDonough is a Synth, and you know that Synth bleed just like real humans / Stern} If you nicked McDonough with your razor, he'd bleed. Don't mean nothin'.
- {at the hair salon, talking loudly about gossip while you work. you think the mayor's secretary is a Synth, a synthetic person / Suspicious} If anyone is... one of those things, it's that secretary of his. Her and her perfect hair.
- So she's a synth, right? She has to be.
- {Stern} And all of those were better than the half-assed job you did on me. You don't practice enough, Johnny. I keep telling you, but you don't listen.
- {secretly jealous, bitter / Disgust} Only I think they made Geneva a little too perfect. No woman looks like she does. All... perky.
- {general hellos to the player} Johnny can make you look a little less ridiculous.
- {angry but also sad and upset that you never seem to get through to your son / Angry} And why is that so hard for you, huh? Is it so wrong that I want you to be the best?
- Well, do you think McDonough's secretary is a synth or not?
- Are you going to answer my question? Geneva. Is she a synth?
- {Happy} Finally. Someone with some sense.
- {Irritated} *sigh* Everyone around me is a moron.
- {Stern} You don't know? What? Born without a brain between your ears?
- {Stern} Don't you talk to your mother that way, Johnny.
- {upset that your son isn't measuring up to his father / Stern} Your father was a real hair stylist, John. He never resorted to the cheap tricks and shortcuts you always pull.
- {Stern} If someone off the street can tell Geneva is one of those machine people, then so should you.
- {everyone knows Darcy was cheating on her husband Paul / Puzzled} You're worried? I thought that would be a wish come true for you.
- {begin with a cough, general hellos to the player} What is it?
- {player walks into your salon as you're gossiping about the mayor's secretary} You there. Talk some sense into my nitwit son. McDonough's secretary. Is she a synth?
- {general hellos to the player} You need a haircut? My boy John's right over there.
- {general hellos to the player} What is it? I'm tired, dear.
- {general hellos to the player} Now where are my cigarettes?
- {scolding, you think Darcy is an idiot / Stern} At least you loved his money. When he had any.
- {upset with your son over some prior argument, you decide to push his buttons to get back at him / Stern} John, have I told you today how much your father would be disappointed in you?
- {general hellos to the player} The Salon's closed, so don't bother me.
- {general hellos to the player} Can't a woman have some peace?
- {general hellos to the player} You look terrible. Have my boy John straighten that mess on your head.
- {you were arguing about whether the mayor's secretary was a synth / Irritated} She's a synth, Johnny. Anyone with a brain in their head can figure that out.
- {scolding your son for not agreeing with you / Stern} That's just it, Johnny. You wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
- {you're always hard on your son, especially if he's trying something new / Stern} Not if it's going to be like the last mess you tried on me.
- {general hellos to the player} What? Can't get a moment to myself?
- {player is just standing there not saying anything / Puzzled} Not too quick, are you?
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| Before | - John: We're idiots? Just because we disagree with you?
- Darcy: Cathy, have you seen Paul around? He's... well, he's missing, and I'm getting worried about him.
- Darcy: Why would you say that? I love Paul!
- Player Default: No idea.
- Player Default: No. I don't think so.
- Player Default: She's a synth. Definitely.
- Player Default: What?
- John: Hey Ma. I was thinking of trying out a new look. Wanna be my guinea pig?
- John: You JUST said no one could tell the difference, Ma. He don't know if Geneva's a synth, and neither do you, so could you lay off?
- John: No Ma. You haven't. And for the record, me and Pa got on great.
- John: You seriously going to take the opinion of some random stranger over your own son?
- John: Maybe he thought if he did everything perfect, you'd get off his back, and he'd have time to be himself.
- John: The mayor's secretary? Come on, ma, I cut her hair myself, and I know human hair.
- John: The top bun? Ma, that was the most popular haircut in town for weeks! All the ladies in the Upper Stands wanted one.
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| After | - Ann: Mmmhmm.
- John: I ain't havin' this conversation again, Ma. Just let me work, okay?
- John: You JUST said no one could TELL the difference, Ma. Now will you leave my customers alone?
- Darcy: Why would you say that? I love Paul!
- John: Oh, I listen. All I friggin' do is listen...
- Player Default: She's a synth. Definitely.
- John: No Ma. You haven't. And for the record, me and Pa got on great.
- John: Maybe that was because he just wanted to paint, Ma!
- John: You were JUST saying no one could TELL the difference, Ma. You wanna lay off?
- Darcy: I don't have to stand here and listen to this.
- John: The top bun? Ma, that was the most popular haircut in town for weeks! All the ladies in the Upper Stands wanted one.
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