| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: Who are you? Why have you <em>murdered my patients</em>?! | |
| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: Who are you? Why have you shot the clinic guards and <em>murdered my patients</em>?! | |
| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: Now what do you want? Haven't you caused enough trouble by <em>murdering my patients</em>?! | |
| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: What now? | |
| Larry: Hi, Doc! I'm here for more of your sweet, sweet treatment. | |
| Larry_Clean: I'm fine, Dr. Kronenberg, I swear! I'm clean! There is no need for any more treatment! | |
| DrKronenberg: Mr. Roachburn, I do not have time for you right now. Please see one of the nurses. | |
| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: I... have not made much progress. I need more samples. Do I need to go and gather them myself?! | |
| Larry: I'll do anything to help you, Doc! Come on. Where's the table? Strap me down and give me the electric blasts of your maternal love. | |
| Larry_Clean: But you told me we were making progress, Doctor. You told me that every time you flipped the switch! | |
| DrKronenberg: Mr. Roachburn, control yourself. | |
| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: Where are my samples? I don't have much time! AND STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE WITH YOUR SHOES! | |
| Larry: Yes, Doc, I'm ready! I'm taking them off right away, Doc! Please strap me down and unleash your electric love upon me! | |
| Larry_Clean: I'm taking them off right away! I'll be good, I swear. There is no need of any more electrical treatment! | |
| DrKronenberg: Thank you, Mr. Roachburn, that won't be necessary. Now LEAVE before I change my mind. | |
| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: It is... it is too late... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! | |
| MD: Um... | |
| Fox: Well... | |
| Ice: See, what had happened was... | |
| DrKronenberg: I DON'T NEED YOUR EXCUSES! I need a transfusion... Arrrgh, I can't... This is all your fault! | |
| Fidel: You sound like Fidel's own mamá! | |
| Livewire: I cannot help but point out that I am certainly not completely to blame here. | |
| Reaper: Time to reap the whirlwind, Doctor. | |
| [Keyword: Greeting] | |
| DrKronenberg: You have the samples! Good. Now, the moment of truth. I should be able to extract a <em>serum</em> that kills all forms of the virus. With a little bit of luck, it may even work on me. | |
| MD: Um, I see the visual markers of progressing inflammation, as well as some increased salivation... | |
| Buns: I would advise you to be careful, as your illness has obviously progressed. | |
| DrQ: It may be too late for the Queen Bee to be saved, but there is still a chance for the hive to survive. | |
| DrKronenberg: YES! I can confirm it is working well on the cellular level, and a healthy immune response is observed... STEP ASIDE YOU MORONS! | |
| Fidel: You sound like Fidel's own mamá! | |
| Shadow: Gladly. I don't even want to be in the same room with you. | |
| Thor: I guess it's true what they say - doctors make the worst patients. | |
| DrKronenberg: What is... NO, NO, NO! The infection has spread too far! I... not enough... healthy tissue... Need more... ARGH! | |
| [Keyword: Your “patients” are monsters] | |
| DrKronenberg: They are people in dire need of medical aid and I refuse to let them die without receiving it. | |
| Fauda: You give them medicine, but still they die? What is the point of this? | |
| MD: So it is okay when they die WITH medical aid? | |
| Thor: You almost make it sound as if YOU are the one receiving the aid. | |
| DrKronenberg: I am doing what I can... I am doing what I HAVE to do. At the very least, I am relieving their pain and not <em>shooting my patients</em>. | |
| [Keyword: Your guards did shoot your patients] | |
| DrKronenberg: It is up to the hospital guards' discretion to stop an outbreak by any means necessary. | |
| Fidel: Fidel has means to stop all the outbreak! | |
| Len: So you're saying it is alright if your goons are doing the atrocities, ma'am? | |
| Gus: They call that plausible deniability, Dr. Woodworm. | |
| DrKronenberg: My name is Dr. Kronenberg. | |
| Gus: I'll make a note of it. | |
| [Keyword: Not much medical aid] | |
| MD: The medical procedures I observed on my way here are in the best case, um, unsanitary. | |
| Blood: This place looks more like a butcher shop than a hospital! | |
| Thor: This place seems to do little to heal the body and even less to tend to the soul. | |
| DrKronenberg: And who are you to tell me how I am to handle my patients?! If they need to die for the sake of science, then they will die and no half-baked field nurse can tell me what to do with them! | |
| Buns: And I suppose the sloppy hospital management and filthy conditions here are supposed to prove your superior medical skills? | |
| Fox: The term is "combat medic"! I only dressed up as a field nurse that one time. | |
| Mouse: Excuse me! I am fully baked! No, wait, that came out wrong. | |
| DrKronenberg: And I can order YOU to be infected as well! | |
| [Keyword: Doc Robert infected a village for you] | |
| Blood: Doc Robert was a real psychotic scuzzwad, but he's fish food now. | |
| MD: Doc Robert was doing nightmarish experiments with the Red Rabies virus. Did you know about that? | |
| Scope: Many people died at Chalet de la Paix because your coroner decided to play mad scientist. | |
| DrKronenberg: That moron. Yes, I did send him to the village, but that doesn't mean I am accountable for his mistakes. However, working on a cure for a disease of this scale is a complex process and collateral damage is inevitable. | |
| Shadow: The damage was not collateral. Those people were targeted. | |
| DrQ: I would not call the deliberate infecting of half a town's population "collateral damage"... Doctor. | |
| MD: Collateral damage? He was using those people like lab rats! They didn't even have a choice! | |
| DrKronenberg: As I said - I cannot be held responsible for his... carelessness. | |
| [Keyword: People are dying in here] | |
| DrKronenberg: Of course they are dying here! People don't go to the beach to die, they come to the hospital! | |
| Fidel: Ah, Fidel see you have never been to Havana beach. | |
| MD: Um... That may be statistically true, but... It is not the actual reason why people go to the hospital. | |
| Grunty: Your logic is inescapable... but strangely, I am not comforted. | |
| [Keyword: There is something wrong going on here] | |
| DrKronenberg: Yes, there is. A group of armed thugs appeared and started murdering my patients! | |
| [Keyword: YOU are the one murdering your patients!] | |
| DrKronenberg: It is not murder when it is done in the name of science. | |
| Grunty: Why are you not laughing? | |
| DrKronenberg: What?! | |
| Grunty: You should be laughing maniacally when you say something like that. | |
| Raven: Ah, I see, you're doing it for science! Did you promise them cake? | |
| Sidney: I hope you're making some sort of sick joke, Doctor. Murder is murder. | |
| DrKronenberg: The <em>Red Rabies</em> is no joke. It is virulent and deadly, and the hosts spread it through acts of brutal violence. I was so close to breaking its genome when I became <em>infected</em>... | |
| DrQ: The work consumed your soul, now it consumes your body. | |
| Mouse: Oh, gross! Nope. Uh-uh. I think I need to be going now. | |
| Scope: And I'll be taking just a step or two back now. | |
| DrKronenberg: I soon discovered that a blood transfusion from a newly infected host can temporarily halt the disease progression. In the interest of expediency, it was necessary to <em>infect volunteers</em> to insure a steady supply of recently exposed blood and tissue. | |
| Shadow: Somehow, I doubt these volunteers knew exactly what they were volunteering for. | |
| MD: This... This is too much. I think I'm going to be sick. | |
| Red: Are ye daft, woman?! You cannae play God with people like that. | |
| DrKronenberg: I am so close to discovering a <em>cure</em>! Who will be helped if I die before I complete my research? | |
| [Keyword: You can’t go around infecting people!] | |
| DrKronenberg: Why? Hundreds have died already, but if I do not <em>finish my research</em> the disease will spread and it will claim the lives of millions more. It is simple math. | |
| Ivan: Правильно. Hundreds may die to save millions. | |
| Sidney: I hate to admit it, but she does have a point. | |
| DrQ: If this is their fate, then millions must die. It is not her choice to make. | |
| MD: This is not the only way to do medical research. As doctors, our job is to alleviate suffering, not make use of it. | |
| DrKronenberg: Ha! Tell that to the doctors of both World Wars. Nothing has contributed to medical science more than using human test subjects. | |
| Flay: Meh. The herd will be thinned. The strong will survive and the weak will perish. This is Nature. | |
| Vicki: That kind of math don't add up to nothing for me. | |
| DrKronenberg: I need to continue with my <em>experiments</em>, or the Red Rabies will kill me and my research will die with me. | |
| [Keyword: That is reasonable] | |
| DrKronenberg: I am pleased to see that someone can see reason. I will make sure my... condition remains stable, and I will continue with my experiments. However, some <em>help with my research</em> would be appreciated. | |
| MD: Wait, are we going to become accomplices to her hideous crimes? | |
| Sidney: It is regrettable, but it is for the greater good. | |
| Fox: This is horrible. I don't want to be part of this. | |
| Nails: Whoever is dumb enough to volunteer for her experiments deserves what they get. | |
| Omryn: Ugh... This kind of talk make me lose appetite. | |
| Mouse: If it ends that icky rabies virus sooner, then it's probably the best thing to do... right? | |
| [Keyword: Out of the question] | |
| DrKronenberg: That means not only will I become just another victim of the disease, but there will be thousands and probably millions more soon after. | |
| Ivan: Так точно. We make mistake. | |
| MD: Then millions must die. The alternative is inhumane. | |
| Hitman: Not so sure we're making the right call here, Ace. | |
| Reaper: Death will always take who it will take. Our struggles against it are futile. | |
| Blood: I wonder if maybe the evil doctor lady might be right about this. | |
| DrQ: If we sacrifice our humanity to save humans, then we are nothing more than animals. | |
| DrKronenberg: Well... We still have a chance to avoid that fate if we act quickly. You must <em>help me with my research</em> with utmost haste before the disease... makes that impossible. | |
| [Keyword: What do you need to finish your research?] | |
| DrKronenberg: I need <em>samples</em> of Red Rabies strains and mutations from all over the region. And I need them fast. I will give you a map and I can provide the necessary equipment. | |
| Blood: Do you need... Blood samples? | |
| DrKronenberg: Normally yes, but you are not my Type. | |
| Tex: I will wrangle those samples for you, Doc! | |
| Raven: Greaaaat. Virus hunting. This will be... not even remotely fun. | |
| [Keyword: We will need medical supplies] | |
| DrKronenberg: Of course. Here, take these. Just make sure you put them to good use. We are in dire need of medications ourselves. | |
| Buns: Why, are you out of cyanide? | |
| DrKronenberg: I will not respond to that. | |
| Grunty: I am surprised. I was under the impression you were killing more patients than saving. | |
| DrKronenberg: I will not respond to that. | |
| Shadow: Must be tough to make room in the budget for new meds when you have to order so many body bags. | |
| DrKronenberg: I will not respond to that. | |
| [Keyword: Time to die!] | |
| DrKronenberg: You! You made a mistake... | |
| Blood: No mistake, Miss. | |
| Fauda: Mistake? I have made many. This will not be one. | |
| MD: Do we really have to, um, just kill everyone we meet? | |
| Meltdown: Newsflash, Doc. All I do is make mistakes. | |
| Barry: I fear God's judgement. Yours, not so much. | |
| Scully: I was feeling bad about this, but now you just sound like every one of my ex-wives. | |
| [Keyword: Die, murderer!] | |
| DrKronenberg: No! There is no one but me qualified enough to... | |
| Vicki: You gonna pay now for these things you been doing! | |
| Len: The graveyards are full of irreplaceable people. | |
| Nails: I've scraped shit off my boot I liked better than you. | |
| [Keyword: Actually, you must die] | |
| DrKronenberg: You psychopaths!... | |
| Fidel: You sound like Fidel's own mamá! | |
| Mouse: That is SO not fair. A girl is allowed to change her mind. That doesn't make her crazy! | |
| Scope: It takes one to know one, love. | |
| [Keyword: Goodbye] | |
| DrKronenberg: Get away from my lab and leave this place, or I'll call the guards! | |
| [Keyword: Goodbye] | |
| DrKronenberg: Get out of here, you murderers! I can't stop you from invading my hospital, but at least leave my lab! I have important work to do here. | |
| [Keyword: Goodbye] | |
| DrKronenberg: Leave! Leave! | |
| [Keyword: Goodbye] | |
| DrKronenberg: The hospital is at your disposal, but please, stop killing my patients. | |
| Grunty: Yes. Apparently, that is your job. | |
| Red: Now that'd be a real shame, wouldn't it missy. | |
| Wolf: Awww... And here I was thinking you didn't care about them. | |
| DrKronenberg: I need them alive as long as possible for... Well, you know why I need them. | |
| [Keyword: Goodbye] | |
| DrKronenberg: Alright, hurry up and find me those samples. The clock is ticking. | |
| MD: We will do our best. | |
| Tex: We promise to be back before high noon! | |
| Grizzly: We're on it, Doc. Just sit tight. | |
| DrKronenberg: In the meantime, the hospital is at your disposal. Please refrain from killing my patients. | |
| Scope: Same to you, love. | |
| Grunty: I encourage you to do the same, Frau Doctor. | |
| Mouse: We will if you will. Let's make a pinky promise! | |
| [Keyword: Goodbye] | |
| DrKronenberg: Alright, back to work. You know where the door is. | |
| Larry: We sure do, Doc. Okay if we grab some Jell-O on the way out? | |
| Larry_Clean: Of course, Dr. Kronenberg. We'll be good, we promise. You look, um, lovely as always. | |
| DrKronenberg: Mr. Roachburn... Just leave. |