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.