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"Fredbear’s acting up again… can’t for the life of me figure why. I’ve had him opened near half the day, and everything looks as it should. Must be some gear slipping in the back, catching where it shouldn’t."

"I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s been on that stage a good while now—might be time he had a few upgrades. When I first built him, it was with whatever scrap I could scrounge, not much coin to spare back then. Don’t you think he’s earned a proper touch-up?"

"It’d be a shame… don’t reckon we’ve the funds to fix up both just now. Might have to start setting a bit aside. I’ve spotted rust creeping on Spring Bonnie too—gears already starting to give out…"

"An extra set of hands is always a help! William’s as capable a tinkerer as any when put to it, but I don’t think we see the wonder of Fredbears quite the same way."

"I ought to ask where you’re getting it all from… but if it keeps Fredbears running and the children smiling, I’ll hold my tongue."

"…Ah, that’s right. I forget at times you’re a businessman first. Surprises me you find the time to come down here, with all the weight of running a company on your shoulders. Makes me appreciate the help all the more."

"Gee, Will… talkin’s one thing, doin’s another. You could lend a hand, you know. You’re not near as daft as folks like to say."

"Not much for outside help, truth be told. Maybe it’s just me bein’ hesitant to trust it in someone else’s hands. Offer’s still open, if you’ve a mind to. Reckon I could teach you a thing or two."