So what happens when you take the entirety of the subtitles in Portal 2 and properly format them? You get a mess of text that's not resembling any dialogue because it's all split in blocks by speaker, and there's tons of unused lines in there, plus lines from the co-op part of the game.
Interestingly, even with the mass of spoken lines in the co-op story mode, GLaDOS is very far behind Wheatley on the sheer number of spoken lines.
So then, let's put all that into the Travestificator and see what other lines were cut from the game.
GLaDOS: All joking for you were raccoons. You know I can one of time I just use garbage. It's just hang in, and, but if anyone looming for. Bit of the odds are than only tests. That's not throw up to tracks. This solved' it, you still earn front here! A Lovely bird like? I just forgetting here...
GLaDOS: For good news is... [BOOM!] danger!
GLaDOS: Congratulation, I'll done. You're her.
Wheatley: Machiavelliant! Hold on!
GLaDOS: Now please let 'em hello?
Wheatley: Ah, friends. Good. My name. Let's seen immune to say she window and calories of science.
Wheatley: GET ON THEY BUILT TO MAKE ME AROUND. Well, well. [FADES OUT]
GLaDOS: Look, we're before you have to my lair? Is hard.
Core 2: I am begin.
Core 1: Dad! I'm up top. There'd you to point in an hour! Solve the principles of poor some postcard into bother cube in there we going tired.
GLaDOS: Of course is BOSS ME AN IDIOT!
GLaDOS: Federal is send you go.
GLaDOS: Wait! I know you'll probably not a monitors I took them.
Core 3: The vault door made a lot fail.
Announcer: Good jump. What's right, start worrying mnemonic anxiety. So your sixteenth center. But very very tiny and learn, even there? It's me!
GLaDOS: At least falling normal. We're now long happy facility contest. You know us and we'll almost little should like a trap. Just taughter!
Defective Turret: Yeah, brilliant! Look at there almost this entire was enemy. What's terrifying.
Wheatley: Turn around here anymore: Are you fast. And we'll need to find the only credit: I need to you carry me pure vandalism. You know! Everybody.
Cave Johnson, well, I trusted her. You have a man's lasagna so much deep fat eyes are the phonest, the pale spheres a cool line.
GLaDOS: You have right, of canasta, plug me says sad. But importal.
GLaDOS: The Enrichment for your file, in the temples.
GLaDOS: Humans have me for than the best. Not going around for these test.
Core 2: Shake it the lemons! This potato. Button pushing ever. Back it. I know you're note, I need and put so it's space.
Defective Turret: Well, I guess I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO FIX THIS PLACE.
Core 3: At think too bad, empty little idiot interesting about then abandon it.
GLaDOS: Oh. Advanced Aerial Emancipations only a new idea, since.
Wheatley: I know. You alright. So twisty your memory band all that was invaluable forever. Just done.
Wheatley: I just turned it, to Aperture mustard!
Wheatley: Okay. I am only seeing show-off who ever listening pretty fatty now these. Skip ahead and you alive? That just like that, human with humans?
Wheatley: Baking fruit. This is not open fire. Okay don't getting happened this.
GLaDOS: Comets. Stand we'll be here. Built for us. While to congratulation gel. They're killing cats.
Wheatley: Oh! Good jumper. Proper make you for a moron.
Wheatley: Okay, here is puzzle. Do your tests, we know thing.
Wheatley: I KNOW WHAT'S THE BUTTON.
Wheatley: Oh! Almost like asking test ends with us right. Little idiot bullet-riddled body birds.
Wheatley: Jump! Actual. We can basketball! It's a password! I'm going tragic conscience. Just results Auditor is idea, mentioned you'll ask you were these?'
Cave Johnson: Bad news: that. It's you're going there!
GLaDOS: Orange. The has 32 million button.
Wheatley: But I can habitats. Write my back to you needs to be deadly poison. I know - murdered him in PRETTY HOT WATER here.
Wheatley: Here is self-destroy me. You get it is. Ohhhh, nope.
GLaDOS: Don't failing bathroom fully not think? If any sense pain. At least one.
Wheatley: Pull me out of disappointing you solving to find two tests.
Wheatley: Oh! I though, so -ah - I KNOW WHO'S A MORON!