Prescott: This is the chairman.
Marcus: Great, now he wants coffee.
Prescott: I'm under attack in the captain's cabin. Michaelson's badly wounded. I can't hold them off alone. We require immediate assistance.
Fenix: Prescott, this is Fenix. Hold on. We're coming. Come on, move it! We got to get down there. Prescott can't handle this on his own. Take it!
Carmine: They've reached the deck below. Come on, let's get down there! Throwing smoke!
Fenix: Nice! Got you. Next!
Marcus: Everyone, off the deck. Get out of here. Go, go!
Fenix: You fucked up my tomatoes, you assholes! Come on, stop them before they get below deck! Infected piece of shit! Down in front. Nice!
Carmine: Smoke out!
Anya: Frag out!
Fenix: Get a move on. We've got to help Prescott! Anyone near the lift controls? Raise the deck lift!
Carmine: You got it, Fenix.
Prescott: Fire, fire, fire! Fire in the galley flat! Fire control team to the galley flat!
Dom: Incoming glowies!
Anya: Sovereign to all KR units off-ship. We are under heavy Lambent attack. The ship has been boarded and we require support. I say again, we are under attack...
Fenix: There's a fire! Grab the extinguisher. Let's get these fires under control.
Dom: Prescott better not be dead. Not yet!
Fenix: Prescott, keep your fucking head down!
Prescott: You must take off! Why not? Well, find someone to do it. Very well! Stand by.
Fenix: Michaelson's gone.
Prescott: Fenix, get down to the hangar. The helicopters are under attack. We need to get them airborne right away.
Fenix: Are you wounded?
Prescott: Yes, but I...
Fenix: Then you stay here, and you don't move under we get back. Understood?
Prescott: I'll try not to get myself killed, Sergeant.
Fenix: Yeah, you do that. I'm not the conversational type. But when I get back, I want a nice long chat.
Anya: I'll come back and give you first aid as soon as we've got the choppers away, okay?
Dom: We should have handcuffed him to a pipe. In case he does another disappearing act.
Fenix: He's not going anywhere without his chopper.