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Son, this might sting a bit. <Ep4 - Pt2>
Hey! This boy needs some surgery, bad. Get some healin’ -- you’re gonna be my operatin’ assistant. <Ep4 - Pt2>
Just step on up to my machine. <Ep4 - Pt2>
Just get over here and let me patch ya up. <Ep4 - Pt2>
Health machine’s over yonder. <Ep4 - Pt2>
Alright: make a small incision just below his sternum, but be careful -- we don’t want to nick the coronary artery. <Ep4 - Pt2>
...close enough. <Ep4 - Pt2>
An Eridium shard? For -- HOW many times I tell you idiots? You can't get slag powers by swallowin’ this stuff! <Ep4 - Pt2>
(Sigh.) God as my witness, one day I will find a usable spleen. <Ep4 - Pt2>
Come on back whenever ya need some healin'. Long as you ain't scared of a little tetanus, anyways. <Ep4 - Pt2>
I'll see to the wounded, but you gotta get us outta here first! <Ep8 - Pt4>
I ain’t the best with words, but I just want ya to know I’m rootin’ for ya out there. Jack kicked me outta my home back in Fyrestone -- it’s about time he got what’s comin’ to him. <Ep17 - Pt6>
Here. Thought you could use this. <Ep17 - Pt6>
Roland's dead? God…I remember the first time we met. I healed him up after he killed some of Nine-Toes's men. He seemed nice enough. Quiet. But, uh…damn. I'm, uh -- I'm sorry. He deserved better. <BearBadNews>
What good's yer fancy-pancy med school degree now, huh, Mercy? Good job, vault hunter -- search his body and see if you can't grab that weird-ass gun off him. <MedicalMystery>
I'll be damned -- that’s E-tech! <MedicalMystery>
If I’m gonna treat people shot by E-tech, I’m gonna need way more wounds to practice on. Now that you've got Doc Mercy's E-tech gun, why doncha test it out on the local bandits? <MedicalMystery>
So, it looks like that gun uses Eridium tech to turn bullets inta…stuff that ain't bullets. Energy, and stuff. God damn, Eridium is weird. <MedicalMystery>
I been doin' some research, and it looks like there's all types of E-tech guns out there for you to find -- blaster rifles, plasma cannons, railguns -- sounds dangerously awesome. <MedicalMystery>
Oh, right, I was supposed to be studyin' the effects of these E-tech guns on bandits. Right now it looks like, uh…looks like if you shoot 'em a lot, they die. (beat.) Did I mention I don't have a medical license? <MedicalMystery>
Hey! Roland's boys caught this Hyperion jerkbag tryin' to sneak into the city. Looks like they messed up his lungs -- dude needs surgery, bad. Get over here -- you're gonna be my operatin’ assistant. <Surgery>
(sighing) That shard ain't no good in the black market -- it isn't refined yet. You could probly take it to that Tannis lady on the other side of the town -- she's real into that Eridium stuff, when she ain't actin' all hoity-toity cause she's got a "real" doctorate. Oh, and lemme know if you're lookin' for work -- I got stuff needs doin'. <Surgery>
(fake polite) Nice to meet you. Here's a large pile of money just because I like you. This is a gift and in no way payment for rendered services that neither of us will discuss publicly. <Monster Mash Part 1>
I eed-nay more odyparts-bay. Say othing-nay to any.. anyone-ay... any-ay... one? Look just don't say nothing to nobody <Monster Mash Part 2>