Laroche: We're going to circle around. Get that ugly bastard to follow us. Your buddy Zeke cooked up some do-it-yourself anti-Bertrand missiles. They'll do the job. Trouble is we can't aim them for nothing.
Cole: Sounds about right.
Laroche: Yeah. We need to lead the monster into position to fire the missile. Just try and keep him focused on us.
Zeke: First missile's out.
Laroche: No. What the hell happened?
Zeke: Okay, okay. I think i know what's wrong.
Laroche: Never mind! Cole, can you blow up that missile?
Cole: Come on man, is there anything I can't blow up?
Laroche: That did it.
Zeke: Missile's up.
Laroche: We got him on the ropes. Let's bring him in for the knockout. We got propane tanks all over the battlefield up ahead here.
Cole: I am glad somebody gets my style.
Laroche: Watch your ass. Those things are touchy.
Kuo: New Marais needs this man dead.
Nix: Come on. It's payback.
Cole: Pour it on. Let's finish this.
Nix: Knock them down.
Kuo: You're set up.
Cole: Happy now, Bertrand? Not a Conduit anymore.
Laroche: Well, it took thirty men, seven chainsaws, and twelve pickups, but we finally got that monster's corpse off the street. Thank you, Macgrath. You've been an inspiration.