Noble Lineage/Script

Recruited by Maribelle

 * Brady: "Haw haw haw! Oh, that's her. That's gotta be her."
 * Maribelle: "Pardon me, you mannerless cur! I will not stand to be laughed at by a base scoundrel of your like!"
 * Brady: "...Yep. That clinches it. You must be Maribelle."
 * Maribelle: "And just how do you know that?! Do you leer at me from behind the shades of whatever den of iniquity you frequent?! Hmph! I bid you good day!"
 * Brady: "I guess you've always been like this. Still...it's good to see you again. And now that I've found ya, I'm afraid you're stuck with me. "

Recruited by Chrom

 * Brady: "An enemy?! Damn! Guess that's it for me... Sorry, Ma. Looks like I won't be home for supper after all. Do your worst, tyrant! I can't fight back anyway!"
 * Chrom: "You seem to be doing just fine to me."
 * Brady: "I'm unarmed, genius! Sheesh, anyone with eyes can see that!"
 * Chrom: "And anyone with eyes knows there's more to combat than swinging a blade around. You fight in your own way. Am I wrong?"
 * Brady: "Pah! Don't patronize me! I'd love to fight more'n anything, but I can't seem to make it work."
 * Chrom: "I'm sure something will come to you."
 * Brady: "...Just who are you, anyway?"
 * Chrom: "My name is Chrom."
 * Brady: "What? Y-you're Chrom?!"
 * Chrom: "You know me?"
 * Brady: "Ma wouldn't shut up about you!"
 * Chrom: "Er, do I know your mother?"
 * Brady: "Her name's Maribelle."
 * Chrom: "What?! So you're another traveler from the futu-"
 * Brady: "So you've already heard? Perfect. Now take me with ya already!"
 * Chrom: "Er, well, I suppose we can find a place for you somewhere..."

Recruited by Chrom (as Chrom's son)

 * Brady: "Ha! I hear you there, chump! You can come kill me now. You're just lucky I don't have my old man's skill with a blade."
 * Chrom: "Your father is a swordsman?"
 * Brady: "None of your damn business, dog!"
 * Chrom: "Do you always speak this way to Ylissean royalty?"
 * Brady: "I am Ylissean royalty!"
 * Chrom: "... What?"
 * Brady: "... Huh?"
 * Chrom: "Humor me here for a moment. What's your mother's name?"
 * Brady: "Maribelle."
 * Chrom: "Maribelle is my wife... Which would make you my son. Seems Lucina failed to mention this little detail."
 * Brady: "Huh. Yeah, I guess we look alike. I mean, if ya squint real hard... Sorry I called you a dog, Pop... Oh, and I'm Brady. Sooo... Must be disappointin' that your son can't fight, huh?"
 * Chrom: "You seem to be doing just fine to me. And anyone with eyes knows there's more to combat than swinging a blade around. And besides, you've chosen to heal instead of harm. I couldn't be prouder of that."
 * Brady: "... Really? Aw, thanks. That means a lot, Pop."

No NPCs died

 * Elder: "Thank you! Oh, thank you...You've kept this sacred place safe and spared the lives of those within."
 * Chrom: "We just did what was right."
 * Elder: "Would that everyone were so brave! Please, allow me to give you this."

At least one NPC died

 * Elder: "Thank you, sir. The lives we lost cannot be replaced, but your efforts have spared this sacred place.
 * Chrom: "We truly grieve for those who died."
 * Elder: "You did all that could be done, and I am thankful for it. I'm afraid we have little to offer, but please accept this."

Brady and Maribelle survived

 * Brady: "Hey, Ma."
 * Maribelle: "What did you call me?"
 * Brady: "The name's Brady. I'm--"
 * Maribelle: "I'm sorry, but I only heal physical ailments. Broken bones and the like. You're clearly a deeply troubled individual whose diseased mind is beyond my healing."
 * Brady: "Stop talking for a minute and look at this!"
 * Maribelle: "That's... my ring! Then, that makes you..."
 * Brady: "Right. Like I was trying to say, I'm--"
 * Maribelle: "A thief! A rapscallion! A common lowborne cutpurse! How dare you sneak in here and steal my prized possessions!"
 * Brady: "Gawds! Stop interruptin' me for one blessed second, and check yer ring!"
 * Maribelle: "...Oh. It's still here."
 * Brady: "That clear things up any, Ma?"
 * Maribelle: "Everything save how I gave birth to a common thug!"
 * Brady: "Aw, come on, Ma! That's harsh! Sure, I'm not the prettiest guy around, but I'm no thug, and I AM your son! ...And it's good to see you."
 * Maribelle: "...How did I ever permit my child to grow up referring to me as "Ma"?"
 * Brady: "You gave up tryin' after a decade or so."
 * Maribelle: "Well, can you at least ride? Have you read the classics? Do you play violin? Chess?!"
 * Brady: "Yeah, all of the above. You beat all'a that junk into me."
 * Maribelle: "Glory be! My son is salvageable after all!"
 * Brady: "Uh... thanks?"
 * Maribelle: "Don't look so forlorn, dear. You've come a long way, but Mother's here now. I'll take care of things from now on."
 * Brady: "*Sniff* I missed you so much, Ma..."
 * Maribelle: "Do not even THINK of crying! It does not befit one of your station! *Sniff* Plus, you'll set me off as well..."
 * Brady: "S-sorry, I just... I... Oh, Ma!"
 * Maribelle: "Oh, Brady!"
 * Chrom: "Oh, brother."