Male: You're just another disappointment, that's all.
Male 2: Terrorist.
Female 2: Get lost, freak.
Zeke: Hey, pretty boy. Feel like going for a joyride? Sharing in the benefits of me spying on the Militia.
Cole: Come on, man. The Beast is almost here, we don't have time for this.
Zeke: Oh, that's where you're wrong, my friend. I have found us a surefire way to take down the Beast. Make yourself useful, take off those panels back there. You'll see.
Male 3: Let's give the freak his sting.
Cole: Jesus, Zeke, is that a nuke?
Zeke: Learn to love the bomb, man. Old Bertrand did. He had Wolfe fix up this little pocket rocket for him. Guess it was insurance in case one of his experiences went south, way south. Jump on, let's go.
Cole: Whoa, whoa, Z, you want to use this on the Beast? Dude, we will blow up the whole city.
Zeke: Not if we hit him now, before he reaches New Marais. I already set up the targeting system on one of the harbor cranes, just need to get the missile in position.
Cole: Well, I do like big explosions.
Zeke: Me too, man. Look at the horizon, man, it's him.
Cole: We still got time. I'll try and keep the road clear.
Zeke: Cole, you're in the way, man.
Male 4: Give us back our nuke.
Zeke: Man, if you know what it is, then stop shooting at it. Hey stop. Whoa, stop shooting the thermonuclear missile, you dumb hicks. Hey brother, I need you to get that thing out of the way.
Female 3: Just let me live through this.
Zeke: Come on, hop on, let's go. Oh crap, this ain't a bridge, it's a junkyard.
Cole: I'm on it.
Male 5: Surrender that missile.
Zeke: Look at those gunboats over there.
Cole: What are they trying to do? Blow up the city?
Zeke: Now you pissed them off. Waiting for you, brother. Look at these boys. At least they're not shooting at us.
Cole: We don't have time for this.
Zeke: I can't go around. Well, we made it. I'll get the truck in position, you climb up that crane as fast as you can. I installed the missile's targeting system up there. Going to have to use it to guide the payload to the Beast. Otherwise, who knows what we're going to blow up.
Cole: Oh great, no pressure there.