CHLOE: (greeting)  Hello again.
CHLOE:  (greeting) Where y'at?
CHLOE:  (goodbye)  Be careful out there among them English.

PLAYER:  Are you some sort of... witch?
CHLOE:  Not some common Vaudauisant, but basically yeah.
(Player brings her an item for a spell in lieu of a key to the Vault)
CHLOE:   No key, c'est la vie, but I see you brought something else.  Place it in my voodoo dollhouse and give me some space.

- Combat -
CHLOE:  (alert idle) Who dat?
CHLOE:  (assault) Revanche!
CHLOE:  (crippled)  Ahgh!
CHLOE:  (health quarter)  [gasp, mumbled prayer]

- Chloe appears to the Player as an apparition -
PLAYER:  ...Chloe?
CHLOE:  Yup.  I scry with my little third eye that you're getting into the Vault proper.

- Player refuses to work with Chloe -
CHLOE:  Get out of my sight...  Bumbaclot.

- A member of her enemy faction, Caesar's Legion, challenges her -
CHLOE:  Romanes Eunt Domus, Fag-Master.

- Chloe summons her deceased friend -
CHLOE:  (quietly) I am the mother, the maiden, the crone. Papa Legba, gimme a leg up on this cunja.
CHLOE:  (loudly) Mmm. Paging Doctor Martin! Is there a doctor in the house?
DOC MARTIN:  Oh hey Chloe.  How are you?
CHLOE:  Hanging in there. You?
DOC MARTIN:  Ahh. I can't find her. I kept SEARCHING! You said she was dead!
CHLOE:  I said the owner of the jacket had passed on. Are you sure it was hers?
DOC MARTIN:  Course I'm sure! I sewed the mismatched buttons on myself!
CHLOE:  I'm so sorry, Doc. I know how much you miss her.
DOC MARTIN:  I. I shouldn't be mad at you. You did your best. So. To what to I owe the honor of your call?
CHLOE:  I wanted to know where you hid the key to Vault 54, if you'll permit me?
DOC MARTIN:  The only place Caesar would never look: Up the NCR's dull metal ass! Ha ha ha haaa, I'm a Bad Proctologist.
CHLOE:  Thanks Doc. I'll check in with ya later.
DOC MARTIN:  Okay Chloe, it was... good talking to somebody.
CHLOE:  (to Player)  Hmm.  NCR's dull metal ass.  What do you think?

- Chloe tells her story -
CHLOE:  I was the Queen of the Blackheart tribe from Louisiana.  We were strong, we were brave, and we were smart.  And that's how we survived.  Eighteen months ago I foresaw a terrible storm that would destroy our homes.  Trusting in my vision, we left.  The wastes and the raiders diminished our numbers as we trekked west.  And when we arrived, the Legion welcomed us with murder and enslavement.  Our numbers dwindled and dwindled, and now they're only one.  Caesar stole my legacy, so I will steal his.  He killed my people, so his will die at my son's hand!  The Legion will fall!

- Only One first verse -
The Blackheart tribe had held the French Quarter
for forty years in relative peace.
A Random Council maintained order.
With bountiful crops, numbers increased.

Prophetic dreams of sturm and drang awoke
and black clouds breached Biloxi Beach.
Three hundred fled west, hurricane in tow,
our harvest and homes swallowed by the
sea.

- chorus -
Only one arrived at the gate,
penniless and full o-of hate.
Plant a new harvest, grow a new tribe,
Leave only one Legionaire alive.