Editing Dragon Quest IV Transcript (section)

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(*): You there! Have you heard?

(*): But I haven't even told you anything yet. Fine, whatever.

(*): Some varmint's had the gall to open an item shop near the entrance to town!

(*): I tried to give her some advice, from the voice of experience, y'know, but the owner's a real hard-headed businesswoman.

Frog: Ah-phew, ah-phew...

Frog: ...Hmm? Oh, greetings, Hero, I trust you are well?

Frog: If (Pioneer Town) can come this far, it is certainly no fantasy to think that it could one day regain its former palatial form.

Frog: And I shall certainly do my utmost to help make the citizens' lives easier in any way that I am able.

Frog: Oh, incidentally, have you investigated the bookshelf in the house in the north-east of the town?

Frog: I have heard tell that there is a book there which details the legend of the mighty city that once stood on this very spot.

Frog: Hmm. A ring found in the fields, you say?

Frog: Well, it is most certainly possible that such treasures would be unearthed if a great city truly did once stand here.

Frog: Why, it could even be the ring that Sultan Farog, the young and handsome ruler of Pioniria, is rumoured to have bestowed upon his beloved.

Frog: If it has fallen into the hands of young newly-weds, I am sure the Sultan would be more than pleased at such a propitious occurrence.

Prelvis Esley: This here's the finest little boom town in all the world. Viva Las (Pioneer Town)!

Prelvis Esley: It's a mighty special place. There's all kinds o' tales in the air an' in the ground, an' it's just all shook up with mem'ries an' such.

Prelvis Esley: You wanna hear one o' the stories? This one come up from way down, but it's a mighty fine fable. Whaddya say?

Prelvis Esley: Well that's alright then. Here goes nothin':

"Once upon a time, a troupe of wandering minstrels came to the great and illustrious city of Pioniria.

"The moment the young sultan of Pioniria set eyes upon one of the young maidens of the troupe, he fell deeply in love with her.

"The young Sultan Farog's viziers were strongly opposed to his marrying beneath him.

"But his father, the previous sultan, approved the match, and the wedding went ahead.

"A marriage between two people of such different backgrounds inspired the citizens of Pioniria, and the city grew mighty and prosperous."

Prelvis Esley: Well alright, then, baby, I don't care. You come by now any time you change your mind.

(*): Arrr, the folks be flockin' to the town now, so we're buildin' us a bootyful Pioneeratorium.

(*): The bigger the old place grows, the more voyagers'll make port here, see.

(*): A Pioneeratorium's a place for such wanderers to rest their weary bones.

(*): (whine) Arf!

(*): Ruff!

Streo Louse: Howdy, I'm Streo Louse. I been sittin' here havin' me a good ol' think about mirages an' such.

Streo Louse: I reckon maybe the difference in atmospheric temperature might be what makes it so's we can see that crazy otherworldy stuff.

Streo Louse: 'Course, them other worlds is only visions an' all, but there's plenty crazy things in this ol' world of ours too...

Streo Louse: Why, who's to say we ain't just a mirage or a vision or suchlike for people from another world ourselves?

No answer...

It looks like they're in a world of their own.

Rocky: Hey, sorry, man. I didn't see you there.

Rocky: I gave Adrian this ring I found, and she's been givin' me the eye o' the tiger ever since!

Rocky: I found it out in the fields when I was workin'.

No answer...

It looks like they're in a world of their own.

Adrian: Rocky gave me this ring. Ain't it a beauty? Ahh, what a guy! Tee hee hee.

There's a book called "Chronicles of Pioniria". (Character) takes it from the shelf and reads an excerpt.

"When the town once more becomes a castle, his body shall rise again from the pot in the south-western room.

"Then, from the depths of the castle, from deep within a treasure chest filled with pain, his heart also shall rise.

"And finally, the Sultana of Pioniria's most treasured possession...in a treasure chest locked in a cell...the gift of her beloved king."

Zack: Howdy. I'm Zack, an' I done retired to this here town to git me some peace. You got business with me, young 'un?

Zack: Sorry, but even if you have, I ain't got no business with you.

Zack: Didn't think so. Now git gone!

Zack: Howdy. I'm Zack, an' I done retired to this here town to git me some peace. You got business with me, young 'un?

Zack: Hm. So you done heard the rumours too, huh?

Zack: I cain't rightly say if it's true, but I heard tell o' some critter with a whole bunch o' legs down there in the jailhouse in Strathbaile.

Zack: Didn't think so. Now git gone!

Mary Curey: (rumble) Burp!

Mary Curey: Goo day. I'm Mary Curey. I'm looking for my friend Healie.

Mary Curey: (rumble) Burp!

Mary Curey: I didn't mean to goo it, it was just on the spur of the moment. I promise I'll never eat and run again. I've served my slime, just let me out. (burp)

Mary Curey: (rumble) BURRRP! My gooness! Is it a dream? Flantastic! The door's open!

Mary Curey: Did you goo this? I don't know how to thank goo. But...I'm a criminal...

Mary Curey: Oh, if only there was somewhere a poor injured slime like me could start a goo life and live in peace! But why goo this to myself? There's no such place...

Do you want to tell her about Hank Hoffman Jr.'s frontier town?

Mary Curey: That sounds gooreat! I could goo to a place like that and start a new life because nobody would know what a bad slime I've been.

Mary Curey: Thank goo very much. I'll try not to goo anything bad again. See you next slime! Burp!

(*): Fancy that, pretendin' ye're wantin' tae go off and start a new life, just so's ye can get oot o' jail and go off on another crime spree. Hmph.

(*): Och, but there's no such thing as a victimless slime, ye ken. Ah'll be in all kinds of trouble for this.

(*): They're slippery customers, though. This has happened slime after slime. Mebbe they're helping each other oot, ye ken, like organised slime.

Mary Curey: Well, I suppose I'll just have to stay here and goo on eating the horrible food they give me until such slime as they choose to let me out. Brrrrrp...

(*): That one in the cell? She may seem sweet an' innocent enough tae yerself, but the crime o' eatin' and runnin's no looked on too kindly 'round here.

(*): An' dinnae go openin' that door tae let her oot, no matter whit sob stories she tries tae tug at yer heartstrings wi'.

(*): Och, I dinnae blame youse for openin' the door tae let young Mary escape, or migrate, or whatever ye want tae call it.

(*): Well, it doesnae matter anyhoo. The poor wee thing seemed sorry enough for whit she'd done. I was goin' tae let her oot as it was.

(*): I'm what they call an archaeologist. Y'know, diggin' up the odd artefact, castin' me expert eye over the occasional treasure, that sorta thing.

(*): I was passin' by on me travels and spotted this place. Coulda sworn it wasn't here five minutes ago. D'ye know anythin' about it?

Do you want to tell him about Hank Hoffman Jr.'s frontier town?

(*): (Pioneer Town), ye say? If they're still puttin' the place together, there'll be a bit o' diggin' o' foundations an' such goin' on, eh?

(*): Then they'll need a pair of expert eyes to see if they've not unearthed a treasure or two while they're at it.

(*): Thanks, ye're a pal. This is just the sorta gig makes me my bread and butter. I'm Archie, by the way. Archie O'Logist.

Archie O'Logist: I'd just as well stick around a while an' see if I can't do some diggin' into the local history too while I'm here.

Archie O'Logist: By the way, I was in this place with a massive great big casino the other day, and I met a right quare lassie.

Archie O'Logist: 'Twas a princess or some such noble sort. Doin' her damnedest to give some scholarly ole so-and-so the slip, she was.

Archie O'Logist: I'll bet she's still down there gamblin' the family fortune down the drain...

(*): Ye've no idea either? That's weird, eh. Wonder where it sprang from all of a sudden...

(*): Lost again? What rotten luck! Well, that's rather unfortunate - I appear to have squandered every last penny I brought with me.

(*): And there I was thinking I was free of the rotten old, boring old palace at last. Whatever am I to do now?

(*): I simply cannot bear to go back and be lectured by that frightful old bore. If only there were somewhere I might escape to...

Do you want to tell her about Hank Hoffman Jr.'s frontier town?

(*): A new town, you say? Now that is intriguing. One might reinvent oneself entirely as a prim and proper princess in such a place.

(*): It's in the desert near Zamoksva, you say? I shall make my way there immediately.

(*): I am Princess Pam, by the way. You have my thanks, wanderer. Do come and visit me in my new home. Toodle-oo!

(*): (sigh) Is there nothing I might do to avoid being made to go back to that awful, awful place...?

Mary Curey: (rumble) Burp!

Mary Curey: I heard this place was slop bang in the middle of the desert, so I was worried I was gooing to completely dry out on my way here.

Mary Curey: But now I've arrived, I'm having an absolutely flantastic slime bathing in the oasis! It's googeous!

Mary Curey: You should try it for yourself. You won't regooret it!

Princess Pam: Oh, how lovely to see you! It's me, Princess Pam! We met in the casino in Endor, if you recall.

Princess Pam: There may not be much excitement to speak of here, but it really is just blissfully peaceful without that dreadful old bore going on at me all the time.

Princess Pam: I really rather think I might grow to quite like it here.

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