Brady/Supports

C Support

 * Maribelle: Now, repeat after me: "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
 * Brady: .......
 * Maribelle: Did you hear me? "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
 * Brady: ...The name's Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
 * Maribelle: "My name IS," Brady. Not "The name's." Now, "My mother's name is Maribelle." ...Go ahead, darling. Try it.
 * Brady: My ma... Er, my mother... Aw, nuts, Ma! Yer crazy if you think I'm puttin' up with this crap!
 * Maribelle: Don't you dare walk out on me, young man!
 * Brady: Ma, we're at war here. Ya know? With killin' and all that malarkey? If you wanna teach me something teach me some tricks with a staff.
 * Maribelle: I'll teach nothing of the sort to a boor who scoffs at the value of proper language!
 * Brady: Why not?
 * Maribelle: A person's words reflect their character.
 * Brady: So anyone who speaks a little rough is some kinda knuckle dragger? Ain't that a little simplistic?
 * Maribelle: Unrefined language shows a lack of concern for how one comes across to others. It demonstrates a lack of respect and is ample cause to judge someone.
 * Brady: Why ya always gotta be so hardheaded about everything?
 * Maribelle: Better a hard head than a brain made of mush! I'd sooner choose my words carefully than speak rashly and regret it.
 * Brady: Sounds like somebody screwed up in the past, yeah? Who'd ya piss off?
 * Maribelle: Really, must your EVERY phrase be vulgar? It should be "WHOM did you piss off," Brady. ...Go on, repeat it for yourself.
 * Brady: Uh, something tells me that still ain't entirely proper speech...

B Support

 * Brady: Huh... Never knew that...
 * Maribelle: Good day, Brady/ What are you reading?
 * Brady: Oh! N-nothing, Ma.
 * Maribelle: Don't tell me it's something salacious!
 * Brady: What! No! I don't even know what that word means!
 * Maribelle: Give that here this minute! Let me see... "Proper Diction: A Beginner's Guide"?
 * Brady: ...Happy now? I was gonna surprise ya after I learned how to talk all pretty.
 * Maribelle: Brady, you...
 * Brady: Anyway, what of it?! I'm only doin' it what to get ya off my case!
 * Maribelle: Brady, this book is designed for children seven years or younger...
 * Brady: WHAT?! But it's so tough!
 * Maribelle: I never imagined things were this grim...
 * Brady: L-look, I just wanted to review the basics, yeah? You're always harpin' on the basics!
 * Maribelle: Yes, they're paramount, naturally. But still... Chapter one: "Your Friend, the Noun!" ...This is honestly where you're starting?
 * Brady: H-hey, get off my case! I don't need this! I talk just fine anyway, yeah? Forget all this! I'm'a make like pants and split!
 * Maribelle: Goodness. Just what manner of education did my future self offer that poor boy?

A Support

 * Brady:  Indeed, I dicussed the matter a fortnight past with Avatar. Was I remiss in notifying you?
 * Maribelle: Brady?! The voice is yours, but the words...
 * Brady: I completed my reading of "Proper Diction: A Master's Guide" yesterday evening.
 * Maribelle: Yes, I heard from many people. ...Frankly, the entire camp is terrified.
 * Brady: I can only hope my more eloquent locution better conforms to your ideal son, Mother. Now, in further news of the day, I feel that we must allow for... *Gaaaaaasp*
 * Maribelle: Are you all right?! What is it?!
 * Brady: How do you breathe, Ma?! Talkin' like that damn near suffocated me! I seriously thought I might pass out.
 * Maribelle: .......
 * Brady: I mean, uh, speaking in that manner nearly caused me to be overcome? ...From lack of respiration?
 * Maribelle: Nice try, darling.
 * Brady: Aw, horse apples1 Ain't no good, Ma. The words just don't fit in my mouth. I feel like I'm gonna chomp my own tongue off here.
 * Maribelle: Brady, I'm just so very pleased you even bothered to make the effort. But it's time I stopped foisting my ideals on other people. You can think and act responsibly without thinking and acting like me.
 * Brady: You're creepin' me out here, Ma. What's with the sudden about-face?
 * Maribelle: That's just it: YOUR sudden about-face creeped ME out.
 * Brady: Right?! ...Wait, hey! Did you just call me creepy?
 * Maribelle: Hmm, did I?
 * Brady: I only did all that speakin' junk 'cause ya kept tellin' me to.
 * Maribelle: I know, sweetheart. And I'm so very proud of my little honey bear.
 * Brady: Gah, okay, stop! You're welcome, so just stop!
 * Maribelle: Ah! Seems I've discovered another way to motivate you... Boo-Boo-Bear.
 * Brady: No more, Ma! I'm beggin' ya!

C Support

 * Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
 * Gregor: Um...
 * Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go-- just the way ya like it.
 * Gregor: Uh, Brady?
 * Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
 * Gregor: Oh, right. S-Sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
 * Brady: Yeah?
 * Gregor: Why we sip tea in middle of afternoon like rich man with many servants?
 * Brady: Whaddya mean? You do this every day. You never miss teatime.
 * Gregor: Er, Gregor enjoy cup of tea now and then, but "teatime"? Is new concept...
 * Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
 * Gregor: Gregor not even know what "tea ritual" means, so...most probably, yes.
 * Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!
 * Gregor: What other lies did she tell about Gregor? Come, spill the bean!
 * Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
 * Gregor: Gregor's life become very strange as of late, yes

B Support

 * Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.
 * Gregor: What, the tea? Do not make with the apologizing! Gregor was happy for chance to talk.
 * Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
 * Gregor: ...Sorry?
 * Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
 * Gregor: Is true? Gregor has not heard of this custom...
 * Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it's true! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
 * Gregor: Brady, listen to Gregor. No one ever apologize to Gregor like that before. Not ever. Your mother is making the fun with you again, yes?
 * Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna--
 * Gregor: Brady, wait.
 * Brady: What?!
 * Gregor: As long as you're here, let us enjoy nice chat and forget about Maribelle. After all, if not for her terrible lies, you probably not come visit Gregor, yes?
 * Brady: Forget Ma? Byt she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.
 * Gregor: Is wonderful! Come, pull up seat...

A Support

 * Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says--
 * Gregor: Heh heh...
 * Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
 * Gregor: Gregor is just happy we are able to have nice chitchat like this. Gregor admit, when he first saw you, you seemed...very frightening.
 * Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
 * Gregor: You mean Brady from this time?
 * Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
 * Gregor: ...... Brady...
 * Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
 * Gregor: Brady, you break poor Gregor's heart when you say such things. Gregor would never cast son aside like moldy sandwich. You are Gregor's friend, Brady. ...And his son.
 * Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
 * Gregor: Gregor could never forget you, Son. Gregor will remember you until day he die horrible death!
 * Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
 * Gregor: Oy! Sounds like Gregor had better stay very much alive, then...