Cole: There is no way he's walking away from this one. Hey, old man, you breathing in here? Where the hell is he? What the hell? Okay. No way. Pucker up, bitch! Man!
Soldier: Militia! Hold your ground!
Cole: That's rank.
Soldier: Stay strong boys!
Cole: That hurt? You're gonna wish you were never born, yeah, or hatched, or whatever the hell you are! It just keeps getting better.
Soldier: This is it, boys!
Cole: Ho, ho, what's the matter, big man, you done? The stinking gas, the howling, it was nothing compared to the filth inside. Bertrand. I alone saw his true face. That guy can run all he wants, it doesn't matter, I know his secret. And I am coming for him.