“You don’t remember? You sent me into that vault a year and a half ago? With the endless clones of a guy named Gary?”

"...Ah. That mess. I'm pretty sure some of the Garys survived, by the way."

“Well, fuck. As long as no one goes back down there, we should be safe from them.”

"To be fair I'm a bit skeptical the equipment is still intact enough to use after what I had Mr. Incendiary do to it."

“Probably the right option, who knows what kind of brain matter I left splattered all over it.”

"Vaults."

“Vaults.”

"...Your friend going to be alright? Sounded like he's the sort to keep charging into trouble. Sounded like he could use some more stimpaks. Armor. Maybe grenades."

“I just need to see Madison,” the man grumbles. 

“Can you, just...wait? For two seconds. You have more bullet holes than unmarked skin.”

To Nick: “He is that sort. On a mission from God,” she says, mockingly.

“I never said that.”

“You non-stop quoted the Bible at me the whole. Way. Here.”

"In Old World history, Venetian merchants were what made the crusade to retake the holy land possible at all."

He doesn't mention that all the Crusades failed, rather spectacularly.

"I do honestly recommend seeing a doctor, however."

“I am a doctor.”

“Prove it. Actually take care of yourself for once.”

Nick doesn’t need to tell her the Crusades failed. She actually remembers parts of her high school history class. 

"I admit to being an unapolagetic coward, but surely you see that if you keel over you'll never see Madison?"

“Listen to that! Someone finally making sense around here.”

He looks helplessly at Rivet City. His goal is so close, but he is a doctor. He knows how badly hurt he is. 

“Fine,” he concedes. “Just a moment though, I have to speak to her.”

“Finally, some sense out of you.” She helps him sit. 

“Madison isn’t going anywhere, and neither is the Memorial. You’re no good to anyone dead.”

"Would this happen to be the Memorial that is rumored to be swarming with Super Mutants?"

“Yep. Thanks Three Dog, for drawing everyone’s attention to it.”

“What do you care about the Memorial?” The man sounds weirdly possessive. 

"I care to avoid it because it sounds dangerous. But that reaction is interesting. I wonder if there's something valuable there?"

“Nothing you can make use of.”

“No one can, James. Or did you forget the reason you tore off across the Wasteland, catching bullets?”