This is a sub-page of Starship Titanic/Unused Audio.
Marsinta (The DeskBot)#
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I thought not. Well, much as it goes against the grain, I understand that in the circumstances, we can offer you a complimentary berth in Super-Galactic Traveller Class. |
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News of your embarkation sure did travel fast, didn't it? |
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First week of the month! |
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Fentible was telling me there's a body up in the First Class restaurant. Not that it's any business of mine, of course! |
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I'm no scandalmonger, but did you hear there's a body in the first-class restaurant? Krage was telling me the service has gone completely to pieces. |
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I did hear there's a body in the bilge room, but then I suppose there's always a body in the bilge room. |
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Search the bodies, that's what I'd do if I wasn't stuck behind this damn desk! |
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If I were you, I'd defuse the bomb before it goes off. |
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Fentible was telling me there's a body down in the bilge room. Not that I make it a habit to listen to tittle-tattle, of course! |
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You have to be pretty clever to defuse a bomb like that, you know. |
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Get in them. Use them. |
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They tell you what class you're in. |
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Super-Galactic Traveler Class. It's a marketing term. |
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All that expensive training, and I have to deal with subspecies like you? No! |
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The answer's "no". You know something? I'm sure you were better suited to Third Class. |
There is no "Third Class" available in the final game, only First, Second, and SGT. |
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No. Absolutely N-O I am beginning to regret ever having upgraded you. |
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Mmmmmm... No. |
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Welcome, guest number, uh... oh, 1. To the, uh, Starship Titanic, the most glamorous galactic cruise ship experience in the whole of the space-time continuum. More fabulous than mortal tongue can say. Stupendous! Gorgeous! Above all, the ship that cannot possibly go wrong! Hah! I am the DeskBot. I am here to welcome you onboard and allocate you to your overwhelmingly lovely stateroom. And who might you be? |
Alternate introduction. |
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Oh, how sweet, you got another question right! And you have such a tiny, tiny brain! |
Some kind of questionnaire. |
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Extraordinary! I've detected no signs of intelligent life, and yet you got a question right! |
As above. |
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Over here, lard-head! |
Could Marsinta call you over to her desk at one point? |
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The day after. |
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The day before. |
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There! |
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Hammerday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Rowday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Welday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Harday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Spryday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Otherday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Flatterday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Umph. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Oh, never you mind about the frogs. |
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That's what I wanna know! I don't get to see much sitting here, and since Titania's been down I'm off the network! |
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Overrated, overspecified, undertested piece of cyber-junk! I could go on. |
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Titania's meant to run everything on this ship. Heh, can't even run herself! I could go on. |
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Titania's done a complete system crash. And where does that leave all of us bots? Just running random code in the dark! I could go on. |
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Someone needs to go and pull her together. I'd suggest you, only you don't look remotely up to the job. I could go on. |
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I don't know, a laundromat? A bank? Tell you what, why not try a restaurant? Sounds like a crazy idea, but it might just work. |
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Super-Galactic Traveler restaurant on any Super-Galactic Traveler floor; First Class restaurant, go along the First Class canal; Second Class restaurant, come back when it's been built. |
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A man whose stomach's had more upgrades than were good for him. |
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Yes! Or do I mean no? Oh, it's such fun to tease! It's yes! Yes, yes yes yes yes! |
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No! Alright, yes. |
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You are so right, but then you always are. |
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Yes! Divine! |
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In spite of your tragic dress sense, you're actually quite proud, aren't you? |
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Mmmmmm... Yes. |
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Well, this medical breakthrough must be broadcast throughout the galaxy! The termite in SGT Class made an intelligent remark! |
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Fancy a bit of a change, do you dear? I know, even those big rooms can get a bit stuffy after a while, can't they? Give me your PET... |
An alternate line for changing rooms (which doesn't even work in the final game). |
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First week of the month, dear. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Oh, this cruel, cruel world, that has things you do not like within it! |
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You know, if you want an upgrade, you're going to have to be a little more discreet about your likes and dislikes. |
Another reference to a scrapped questionnaire. |
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They tell you what class you're in, dear. |
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The BarBot is a teeny-eeny-meeny-weeny bit of a liar... |
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Oh, how sweet! You got another question right! |
Another reference to a scrapped questionnaire. |
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Wonderful! You got a question right! |
Another reference to a scrapped questionnaire. |
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Hammerday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Rowday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Welday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Harday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Spryday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Otherday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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Flatterday. |
Unused Blerontinian days. |
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I'd rather not discuss the... frogs... if you don't mind, dear. |
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Titania is the most powerful ship's intelligence ever built! I could say more. |
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Leovinus designed Titania to run everything in the ship! All the systems and all the bots! I could say more. |
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Since she's stopped working, all of us bots are in a terribly confused state! I could go on. |
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If you could find a way of repairing her, you'd be doing everyone a very great favor! I could go on. |
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Ow! |
Unused prodding lines. |
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Ouch! |
Unused prodding lines. |
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Hey, cut that out! |
Unused prodding lines. |
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Stop it! |
Unused prodding lines. |
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Excuse me, do you mind not doing that? |
Unused prodding lines. |
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Bit of brain. |
Hint system stuff. |
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Chickens? You ask about chickens when there's a bomb about to go off? |
More hint system stuff. |
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What? You ask about things like that when there's a bomb about to go off? |
More hint system stuff. |
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Chicken— |
More hint system stuff; file cuts off. |
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Crushed TV set. |
More hint system stuff. |
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And here's your, um... huh, well, I would give it to you, but this is as far as you can go in the demo. |
References to a demo version of Starship Titanic. The developers implicitly stated that even one room is too large for a downloadable demo at the time, so this was more likely intended for press demos, such as E3 1997 & 1998. |
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Flock of starlings. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Floor 40. |
Unused because the Titanic only has 39 floors. |
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Floor 41. |
Unused because the Titanic only has 39 floors. |
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Floor 42. |
Unused because the Titanic only has 39 floors. |
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I hear that thing is a bomb. Ah, least if we all die, the parrot dies too! |
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Huh, you again. Did you find that— |
More hint system stuff. |
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—you were looking for earlier? |
More hint system stuff. |
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Huh, you again. Did you find that thing you were looking for earlier? |
More hint system stuff. |
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Huh, you again. Did you find that— |
More hint system stuff. |
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—you were looking for earlier? |
More hint system stuff. |
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Pluck my nostril hair, baby, is that your job? No! Is carrying your bags my job? No! Is it the BellBot's job? Bingo! Hey, Krage, come over here and pluck some nostril hair. Or carry a bag. Hah! Or whatever. |
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Well, far be it from me to say that which should not be said, but seeing as you're probably too dim-witted to understand, there's probably no harm in saying that my niceness is set to low, and my gossipiness is set to high. So what's wrong with that? Nothing! |
Cellpoint stuff. |
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That no-good filthy creature hasn't got any cellpoint settings! Don't you think if it did have, somebody would've changed them long ago? Preferably to dead? |
Parrot Cellpoint stuff? |
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You think a primitive bit of mechanical flatulence needs cellpoint settings? It hasn't got any, dumbo! |
Succ-U-Bus Cellpoint stuff. |
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Mind your own business, you appalling busybody! I have no intention of telling you. Though, if I had, you'd learn that my niceness was low and my gossipiness was high soon enough! |
Cellpoint stuff. |
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You have to find all the bits! She still needs her— |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Auditory centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Central intelligence core. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Left ear. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Left eye. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Mouth. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Nose. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Olfactory centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Right ear. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Right eye. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Speech centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Vision centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Use the PET Remote Thingummy mode! Choose the thing you wanna control and then control it. |
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It's right here. |
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Just missed it. |
Unknown time-based event. |
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I see from this that you are... lazy, so I'll try to keep it quick. |
Another questionnaire-type scenario? |
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Long stick. |
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I haven't got a middle name; never saw the need. |
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If you hurry, you might just make it. |
Unknown time-based event. |
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It would not... be my pleasure. |
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Good luck! |
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Better get you checked in! |
Alternate check-in line. |
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It's next to Elevator 1. |
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It's next to Elevator 2. |
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It's next to Elevator 3. |
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It's next to Elevator 4. |
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Ouch! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Ouch, that hurt! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Don't do that! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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I said don't do that! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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I will not be prodded! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Hey, prod off! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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*sneezing* |
Sneezing. |
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*sneezing* |
Sneezing. |
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Space... "the final frontier". |
Unused snark. |
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I see from this that you are... stupid, so I'll try to keep it simple. |
Another questionnaire-type scenario? |
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I see from this that you are... stupid and lazy, so I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you! |
Another questionnaire-type scenario? |
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I see from this that you are... stupid and lazy, so you'll no doubt get on well with the BellBot! |
Another questionnaire-type scenario? |
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Jump! Or you could ask a LiftBot. |
A delightful response as to how to reach the bottom of the well... |
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Did you find that— |
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—you were looking for earlier? |
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Oh, I see you found that thing you were after. |
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Oh, I see you found that— |
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—you were after. |
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My niceness is set to low and my gossipiness is set to low and deal with it! |
Cellpoint stuff. |
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My niceness is low and so is my gossipiness, punk! |
Cellpoint stuff. |
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Mind your own business—search me, no idea!—my desk. |
Weirdly-spliced file. |
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Mind your own business—search me, no idea!—a door. |
As above. |
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Mind your own business—search me, no idea!—a Succ-U-Bus. |
As above. |
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Mind your own business—search me, no idea!—a wall. |
As above. |
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Did you breathe on it? Ah, don't answer that. |
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You'll need to use your code to find your stateroom. You can also drag codes from your PET to tell the Succ-U-Bus where to send something, or to tell an elevator or pellerator where to take you. |
You can't drag chevrons onto elevators or pellerators. |
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I thought you were onboard to help us figure out what's wrong with the ship. Or are you just gonna wander around, poking your nose into rooms that are nothing to do with you, picking up anything that isn't nailed down, and bleating for the DoorBot or BellBot whenever you get stuck? |
Yes. Yes I am. |
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Too late. |
Unknown time-based event. |
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It's now. You better hurry before it's too late. |
Unknown time-based event. |
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Ow! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Ouch! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Hey, cut that out! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Stop it! |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Excuse me, do you mind not doing that, dear? |
More unused prodding behaviour. |
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Chickens? You ask about chickens when there's a bomb about to go off? |
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Chicken— |
Abruptly-ending file. |
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Crushed TV set. |
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And here's your... well, I would give it to you, but this is as far as you can go in the demo. |
References to a demo version of Starship Titanic. |
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Earlier. |
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Flock of starlings. |
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I hear that thing is a bomb. I hope we're not all going to die, dear! |
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Oh, there you are, dear! Did you find that... |
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—you were looking for earlier? |
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Well dear, I don't know if I should really be saying this, but since it is you I will just mention that my niceness is set to high and my gossipiness is set to high... dear. |
Cellpoint stuff. |
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Oh. Well, I don't know if I should say, but since my gossipiness is currently high, oh... dear, I've let that out, haven't I? Hm, I suppose you won't be surprised to learn that my niceness is high, dear. |
Cellpoint stuff. |
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Hammer. |
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Heart. |
Unknown item? |
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Hmm... |
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Oh... |
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She still needs her— |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Auditory centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Central intelligence core. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Left ear. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Left eye. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Mouth. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Nose. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Olfactory centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Right ear. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Right eye. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Speech centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Vision centre. |
Titania parts stuff. |
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Select Personal Baggage mode in your PET and then drag the thing into it. |
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Use the PET Remote Thingummy mode! Choose the thing you wanna control, and then, control it! |
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Leovinus. |
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Long stick. |
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I haven't got a middle name. Never saw the need, dear. |
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It's next to Elevator 1, dear. |
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It's next to Elevator 2, dear. |
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It's next to Elevator 3, dear. |
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It's next to Elevator 4, dear. |
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*sigh* |
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*sneezing* |
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*sneezing* |
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Oh, I see you've found that thing you were after! |
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Oh, I see you've found that— |
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Thing. |
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You'll need to use your code to find your stateroom. You can also drag codes from your PET to tell the Succ-U-Bus where to send something, or to tell an elevator or pellerator where to take you, dear! |
Again, you cannot drag a chevron on an elevator or pellerator. |
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It's funny, dear... that's exactly what dear Mr. Leovinus asked me when he came onboard last night! No, it wasn't! He said, or shouted, "Where's the ballroom?", which is odd because I don't think we've got one! And he really got very agitated, and said he'd designed a beautiful ballroom and all he found was a big empty hall with a blasted parrot in it, and he hated parrots! And... oh, well, anyway, oh! I mustn't gossip, must I? Turn left out of here, and go past the Top of the Well, and you'll soon find it. |
Alternate Leovinus-related line. |
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Hmm, good choice. Now... yellow? |
Unknown question not asked during check-in in the final game. |
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Hmm, not what I would've guessed. |
Related to above. |
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*straining noises* ...No. I just... can't get off this desk! |
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Elevator 4. |
Because Elevator 4 is in an advanced state of non-functionality, you cannot get assigned a room via it. |
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Floor 40. |
The Titanic only has 39 floors. |
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Floor 41. |
The Titanic only has 39 floors. |
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Floor 42. |
The Titanic only has 39 floors. |
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Well, give me your in-flight magazine. |
You can't get into the sculpture chamber to make Marsinta nice while still in SGT Class. |
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Did you get the lucky number? Oh, show me your magazine! |
As above. |
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Do let me see... |
As above. |
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Only if you are a winner. |
As above. |
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Exactly! And that's why you don't travel First Class! |
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Upgrade? You loathsome little ligger! What's so startlingly incomprehensible about the idea of buying an actual ticket with actual money?! |
Upgrade stuff. |
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Upgrade? You toadying little creep! Buy a ticket! It'll only cost an arm and a leg and another leg and your head and about 15/16ths of your ribcage! Of course it'll hurt, it's meant to! |
Upgrade stuff. |
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Upgrade? Upgrade? This is a very, very, very, very, very expensive cruise liner, not a charitable institution for freeloaders! |
Upgrade stuff. |
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Just look at this lobby! It is very, very, very, very, very shiny! Shiny means expensive. Expensive means money. Lots of it! You wanna stand around in nice shiny lobbies? You have to pay! |
As above. |
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And who might you be? |
Alternate name request. |
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Cherries? Nah, won't have anything to do with cherries. |
Unused cherry lines (the game uses different ones). |
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Do I look like a purveyor of bizarre junk to freeloaders? No. Go away! |
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Lemme see that. |
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That's your new stateroom. Second Class and better than you deserve. Just don't try it again! |
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This. |
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You think I care where the Promenade Deck is? You think I go promenading in my spare time? I'm a desk lamp, not a heron! |
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I am trying to get some rest! |
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Oh. Pity. |
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Yes, well, I'm sure that one of the bolts on the ship's keel suffered a slight scratch to its paintwork that was a lot more expensive, so I wouldn't go on about it if I were you! |
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You're getting a free trip, so I really wouldn't go on about it. |
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Relax. Enjoy. |
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Is that some kind of name or, what is that?! |
Alternate name response. |
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Well, that's as may be. Do you have a reservation? |
Alternate reservation line. |
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A passenger? Are you sure? Dressed like that? |
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Ah, go and fry your face. |
Insult. |
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Ah, go and grill your nipples. |
Insult. |
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*laughing* In your dreams. In your dreams. In your dreams. In your dreams. In your dreams. |
Seems to be an early recording with multiple takes of the same line left over. |
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What's this? Oh, that. Give that to me! |
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He's the tall, shiny thing over there. Looks like a standard lamp, but without the intelligence. I could go on. |
The BellBot doesn't stand around the Embarkation Lobby until Marsinta specifically summons him to meet you. |
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He's still the tall, shiny thing over there. I could go on. |
As above. |
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None of your business. My setup is between me and my engineer. |
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My configuration is a perfect work of art and not to be tampered with. |
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Hmm... This is obviously some dreadful backwater we've drifted into. Do you have a reservation? |
More hint system stuff. |
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Why don't you go and play one of those games where you get disemboweled? |
Insult. |
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Fancy a bit of a change, do you dear? I know, even those big rooms can get a bit stuffy after a while, can't they? Give me your PET... |
Unused room changing line. Even the used lines are meaningless, as the function for changing your room doesn't seem to work. |
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There you are, dear. You deserve it! |
As above. |
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I fuss over my passengers, dear. |
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Fancy a bit of a change, do you dear? Give me your PET. Do you wanna go to the left, or the right? |
Unused room changing line. Even the used lines are meaningless, as the function for changing your room doesn't seem to work. You certainly can't specifically choose to go left or right. |
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Well, I don't know what you're talking about as usual, dear, but there you are! I've moved you next door. |
As above. |
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No, dear, I don't have any cherries! |
Another unused cherry line. |
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Well, I don't think we've got one of those, dear! Sorry! Not a crushed one. |
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Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to make things better? |
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Well, that's the main thing, isn't it? Good! |
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Not in my current condition, dear. |
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I'm a small, folding desk lamp. |
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And don't leave any marks on our nice shiny floors! |
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