corvo runs out of explosive ammunition battling tallboys in the streets
Old Man Corvo: Sokolov, do you have any, uh, 'special ammunition' lying around?
Sokolov: Is that what we're calling it these days, Corvo? *turns to his alchemy cabinet instead of his firearms strongbox* I have one or two things that could do the trick
Corvo: No not like that, I meant bullets
Sokolov: Of course, of course my dear Corvo *winks*
Corvo: You know what I'll just ask Piero... ...
Piero: Now I know what you're like Corvo so I have this particular concoction that will work just fine for a Serkonan-blooded male YOUR age, Corvo
Corvo: Piero you misunderstand me, I need something to give an extra kick with my pistol
Piero: It's all right Corvo, no need to be coy now. *peering over his glasses* Who, is, the lucky lady? One of the Dunwall Tower maids?
Corvo: You know what, forget I asked
Piero: It's VERY IMPORTANT to stay VITAL. For LONGER
Corvo: *Leaving through the window in disgust* Emily definitely put them up to it