Fallout 3 (2008)

In the far future where Earth has become a devastated wasteland, you are the child of the noted scientist James in the underground Vault 101 that is in the Washington DC area. Upon reaching adulthood, your father has mysteriously disappeared into the outside for some unknown purpose. Soon, you are forced to flee outside yourself from the murderous tyranny of the Vault Overseer who will not tolerate such dissent. Now, you will begin the search for your father as your adventures begin that will either bring hope to that dismal world or destroy it..

Keywords: alcohol, atomic-bomb, bar, basement, birthday-party, blood, brass-knuckles, caravan, cave, character's-point-of-view-camera-shot

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Mr. Burke: Why do you knuckle-draggers insist on doing things the hard way... very well.

Young Wally Mack: Amata has more chins than a Chinese phonebook.

Player: Just give me the key, I'd hate to see you bleed to death.

Gob: Hey smoothskin, you need something? Drink maybe? Anything at all?::Player: Let me think about it a moment my good man.::Gob: Wait, you're not gonna hit me? Yell at me? Not even berate me a little bit?::Player: I hadn't planned on it.::Gob: Well now that's a surprise. I'm used to every asshole smoothskin in this town treating me like shit just cause I look like a corpse. It's good to see there are still a few worth while people out there. Look Moriaoty'd have my head if he caught me selling at a discount, but for you I'll risk it.

Mr. Burke: Any moment now, you'll be dead! Are you excited to see what that's like?

[from trailer]::Narrator: War... War never changes.

[repeated line]::Father: I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the End, I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life, freely.

Young Amata: [after player expresses interest in Christine Kendall] Gross! I didn't even know you liked girls. And you know what I mean, before you say something rude about me.

[In Underworld]::Snowflake: [coughs] Terrible air down here... oh, oh! Hey! Look at that! A human! With hair! Hey, you think we can do somethin' about that?::Player: About what? My hair?::Snowflake: Yeah, man! That's what I do, I cut hair. I know, I know, you look around here and there ain't a lot of work to show off, right? These corpses only got half a head of the stuff, so I never get a chance to work on a full head. Come on! No charge!::Player: How does a Ghoul end up as a barber?::Snowflake: I prefer 'stylist' myself, but whatever works for you. Everyone has a gift, you know? I used to live in Rivet City. Folks there had enough money for me to do okay, but after I, uh... changed, no one would let me touch them. I ended up here. Of course a Ghoul with a barber shop makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine so... fuck it. I just took up Jet! At least it passes the time, you know?::Player: Are you taking Jet over here?::Snowflake: Well... yeah. So? What else do I have to do except get high? You think that I need to be sober to cut a Ghoul's hair? After work is cuttin' the skin off. These guys don't care how they look anyway, they just humor me.

[In Underworld upon approaching Patchwork for the first time]::Patchwork: Huh? Aah! Jesus Christ! Don't... don't sneak up on me like that. Last fella... last fella to do that damn near lost my arm. You're new here. Yeah. You must be since you're actually talking to... talking to me. I'm Patchwork, but just Patches if you like that. I'm... shit. I forget.::Player: So, you're the town drunk, huh?::Patchwork: Why, yes. Yes I am. And... proud. Proud of it. I mean, if I weren't, I'd probably just spend... a lot more time... c-cry, cry, crying, you know? Here I am, drunk, falling apart, lit-literally. I lost my damn finger last week. Doc put it back on though. Bless him.::Player: You're losing parts? Like... body parts?::Patchwork: Yeah... it happens. Lot, actually... actually. All the time. But I'm getting better... uh, I think. Just keep an eye out for 'em. Well, not my eye. Those ain't never fallen out yet.::Player: I'll do that.::Patchwork: Really? Y-you are alright. You should buy me a drink sometime.