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Groundskeeper Willie Dialogue

This page has transcriptions of Groundskeeper Willie's dialogue.

conversations Folder

c_tractor_2_convinit_wil_l4.rsd

Err, I've got to sell my beloved tractor. My father's been thrown in the clink for football hooliganism and I've no money for his bail.

willie Folder

p_hitbyc_wil_01.rsd

I'll cobble your mockers!

p_hitbyc_wil_02.rsd

Oh, what did you go and do that for?!

p_hitbyc_wil_03.rsd

If you were in Scotland, we'd dunk you in the pig slop!

p_hitbyc_wil_04.rsd

Auch, that's gonna leave a mark!

p_hitbyc_wil_05.rsd

Ech, I need some of Scotland's finest right now.

p_hitbyc_wil_06.rsd

You call that a crushing blow?!

p_hitbyc_wil_07.rsd

Damn you American drivers!

p_hitbyc_wil_08.rsd

Ehh, it's high school all over again!

p_hitbyc_wil_09.rsd

Gah!

p_hitbyc_wil_10.rsd

Auch!

p_hitbyc_wil_11.rsd

Eh!

p_hitbyc_wil_12.rsd

Ooch!

p_hitbyc_wil_13.rsd

Argh!

p_hitbyc_wil_14.rsd

Ough!

p_hitbyw_wil_01.rsd

Sod off, you mockers.

p_hitbyw_wil_02.rsd

Oh, what did you go and do that for?

p_hitbyw_wil_03.rsd

You'd get eaten alive on the streets of Glasgow.

p_hitbyw_wil_04.rsd

Eh, just give up.

p_hitbyw_wil_05.rsd

Are you starting something?

p_hitbyw_wil_06.rsd

Don't make me whale on you.

p_hitbyw_wil_07.rsd

distressed Scotsman noises

p_hitbyw_wil_07a.rsd

distressed Scotsman noises

p_hitbyw_wil_08.rsd

Auch, I should have moved to the highlands of Springfield.

p_nhitbyc_wil_01.rsd

Watch where you're going!

p_nhitbyc_wil_02.rsd

Are you daft?!

p_nhitbyc_wil_03.rsd

The Scots have a word for you, crap!

p_nhitbyc_wil_04.rsd

Don't make Willie angry, you wouldn't like Willie when he's angry!

p_nhitbyc_wil_05.rsd

Why don't you watch where you're going, you filthy colonial?!

p_nhitbyc_wil_06.rsd

Don't make me throw my caber at you!

p_nhitbyc_wil_07.rsd

I should brown bottle you!

p_nhitbyc_wil_08.rsd

Give me one more reason not to throttle your knackers!

w_doorbell_wil_shack01.rsd

Stay out, it's Willie's time.

w_doorbell_wil_shack02.rsd

This isn't, this isn't right at all.

w_doorbell_wil_shack03.rsd

Unless you're a bonnie Scottish lass in a bonnie wee kilt, shove off!

w_doorbell_wil_shack04.rsd

Aw, look what you've gone and done. I've burnt me haggis!

w_doorbell_wil_shack05.rsd

Unless ye be from the sweepstakes, sod off!

w_idlereply_wil_bagpipe.rsd

Oh, my delicate hands are chapped from cleaning the puke all day!

w_idlereply_wil_corn.rsd

Auch, I'll never want to see another mouthful of creamed corn as long as I live.

w_idlereply_wil_fingers.rsd

I got a bad case of haggis breath, so stand back laddy!

w_idlereply_wil_french.rsd

Ah, it's a great day for beating up an English toff!

w_idlereply_wil_grease.rsd

There's nary a man alive who can outrun a greased Scotsman.

w_idlereply_wil_little.rsd

Run along wee ones, I've got no time for your nonsense.

w_idlereply_wil_mother.rsd

I've got to get home, the Glasgow Derby kicks off in three minutes!

w_idlereply_wil_novel.rsd

In Scotland, I had a PhD... in rioting!

w_idlereply_wil_sequin.rsd

Eh, the kilt's just for day-to-day wear. In battle, we donned a full ball gown, covered in sequins!

w_idlereply_wil_soccer.rsd

My father just lost an arm in a soccer riot.

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